Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Forty Two

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The days had quickly gone by as we all kept ourselves busy. When there was no work to do, the Talons would have some of us join in combat training with the new recruits. So many ponies had taken shelter here, a lot of them wanted to fight back, and Grizzly's was giving them that chance. It did help show me a few new tricks, as well as ways to avoid dying when the bullets really started to fly.

The ponies in the combat training were all simple wastelanders, who had only just restarted their lives after hiding from Redeye for so long. Now they with that dream lost twice, they were so very gung ho on killing any raider they see. Most of which talked about joining the NCR just to help them end this madness. Something I could agree with.

When the training was over, I was more than glad to just sit around and talk, letting my sore muscles rest. Even if it was for group therapy.

"It wasn't just the stallions, but the mares too." Plasma said, recounting her time with the raiders. "The mares were the most cruel, and were the ones who carved tally marks into me, and used objects in me. I don't think they even got off on it half the time, they just wanted to hurt me." She then curled up into herself, Aloe trotting over to give her a hug.

Plasma had gotten more and more open over the days, but also more depressed. Mint had told me it was part of the healing process, that we all needed to let our emotions out before we could truly control them. Otherwise they would bottle up and explode. Something she called catharsis syndrome.

"When ponies suppress their emotion when under stress, it can manifest in outbursts, or in some cases uncontrolled magic. If left unchecked, it could become a disorder, which is far harder to treat." Was how she explained it.

After a bit of time was given to let Plasma calm down, the attention turned to me. I had been less willing to share, but had promised to say something today. Taking a deep breath, I then said, "alright, I think I know what to share."

Truthfully, I needed to say something, anything really, just to quell my thoughts. It had to be the cures messing with my head, but the story the other mares were telling had me feeling excited in a bad way. It disgusted me, but I couldn't help it.

"I... I guess it started slowly. I had not been jumped, or been captured in a fight. I had been lured in, tricked with half truths and lies. He was charming and I was just a stupid mare blinded by my own fantasys. So when she started treating me like a cheap whore, and he liked it, I let it happen…" it was like a trance as I explained what led to my rape, how I was being groomed, and how even my own self had been robbed. The cruelty of Onyx and Grinder. Just talking about it forced the memories back up, causing my emotions to run wild.

But then I felt something wrap around me, Aloe with her hug, and then another pony, and another pony. I wanted out, yet the hug managed to calm my swirling emotions, making me feel… comfortable.

When I was finally freed, I felt… okay. Still hurt and angry, still fearful of it happening again, but also okay.

Silver was next, the mare had disappeared for a few days, and when we finally found her she was in an illegal whore house high off Dash. She was, as far as we could tell, nearly over the edge. Now and then she would revert back to a scared mare, just wanting time alone. But more often the unicorn was more concern with looking for her next fix or fuck. Even now, after redressing her, she was somehow back in provocative clothing.

She waited a few long moments before talking, seeming confused as to why she was even here. "Oh, right… Well, I still don't remember how I ended up in Fillydelphia, and I guess I got too loud when I panicked. The slaves told me to shut up or they will make me shut up, but I pleaded with them instead. I think they normally just cut the tongue out of slaves who speak to much, but instead the slaver just took me away to suck his dick. Other slavers showed up and they all had a turn. I think I was scared, but I remember a voice comforting me, like a mother telling me I'll be okay."

We were unpleasantly surprised when Silver started feeling herself up as she talked. "Her voice was the only thing that mattered, but one day it stopped, and all that was left was the touch of others."

Mint, thankfully, trotted over and stopped Silver just as she started masterbating, getting the mare to calm down.

It was rather horrifying to watch, as I knew that could be me if I was not careful, if I gave into the cures. Though Silver was functional mentally, she was clearly trapped in the curse and was in a constant state of arousal. Thankfully the doctors had a private room for her so that both she could be kept safe, and so that they could observe her.

It felt bad that I was glad she was being kept in her own room away from everypony, but when she was still in the penthouse, she was practically trying to sleep with everypony there. Even with my own heightened limbedo, I still had no interest in mares, and Silver was making me uncomfortable.

When it was all over, all of us began to part ways, either to rest, or do more work.

Plasma again looked worse for where, but hid it better now. She also wore more makeup, which helped hide how tired she seemed. I was also sure she was wearing more clothes under her green jumpsuit, though I was guilty of that too. The panties help keep my own jumpsuit from rubbing on my crotch, and though I hate to admit it, having stockings on made me feel sexy, even if left unseen.

So I didn’t question her about it. It was not my place. But I did have some free time, so I asked her, "say, can I join you? See what this work you got for yourself?"

She froze in place and said, "n… no, it's f… fine."

"You sure?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Plasma nodded vigorously. "Y… yes. It's boring, like… uhhn… lots of paperwork, so much writing."

Ya, that sounded like the worst thing for me to go see, but a bit of a relief. "Well if that's all, then I'll let you go. Actually I'm just glad it's not something I've done here. Last thing we need is either of us becoming like Silver." I said, referencing the other cursed mare.

Plasma again looked at the ground, a worried look on her face. "Ya, I know. Last time I tried to talk to her, we ended up making out and… let's just say it was weird… but I do miss when she was more in control of herself, even though it was during the bad times. She's a good mare, and I know she's crying for help, I just know it."

I gave her a hug, making sure it was not too tight. "We're here for you, so just talk to us if you're ever having a problem. No matter what it is."

Letting go of my friend, we then trotted off in different directions. There was doubt in my mind of her telling the truth, but friends don't doubt friends. I had to trust her… I had to be the one who reached out this time. Just like how Molo and Spell reached out to me.

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With little to do, and not wanting to gamble away my caps, I chose to visit Sunset and get my mane and tale some treatment. Low Pressure seemed to have had the same Idea as me, and was currently sitting in a chair with a dryer cone over his mane. That stallion was anything if not dedicated to caring for his mane and tale.

"And you know what he said to me?" Low said in a loud and annoyed tone.

Sunset rolled his eyes and spoke in a mocking tone as he carefully brushed my tail. "Let me guess, you're too beautiful for him."

"Oh you know me too well, but actually. I wasn't beautiful enough. Turns out he wanted a stallion who looks like a mare, a mare for Celestia's sakes. Even that's too weird for me, and I actually enjoyed getting pegged by a mare." Low said with a sigh, then raised his leg up in a dramatic pose. "Oh how tragic is it that the mares love me when I don't love them."

"Maybe you should stop working at the Red Light Showroom." I told him.

Low shrugged, clearly not caring. "Hey, I make good caps there, and it's all by request too. Don't even need to work on the floor anymore with how flooded they are with clients."

"Ya, we heard." I replied curtly.

He shrugged as he then continued, "well get this, since Sparkling Delight is so busy helping with this war, it's been a free for all in the Showroom, easy caps and all. We even got some new mares, one of them has a thing for ropes and pain, and heard she dresses up as a raider to let ponies take out their aggression on her. All while selling herself for cheap." I then got a smug grin from Low. "You know, there are some ponies asking for you too, it seems your attack on the raiders has gotten around and you're quite popular. Lots of caps to be made. I even heard some ponies want to make a film with you, something about missing the opportunity with the Stable Dweller."

This time I glared at him, that bastard knowing I was not just out of that work, but can't do it because of the curse.

"Alright, fine, sheesh." Low said before changing the topic. "So I also heard that you and Cold fucked."

"Damn it Low!" I growled.

He laughed. "You know it's actually fun now. How you're getting flustered over anything about sex now. And now you're avoiding him"

I wanted to face hoof, but moving might cause Sunset to cut more than he wanted. "Ya, because I'm trying to not think about it. It feels like I'm fifteen again, flipping through the old magazines to look at the stallion. So if you keep at this, I will make you choke on your own dick."

"Which is possible" Sunset said before looking away in embarrassment.

This time I rolled my eyes. "Ya, I know too."

Low just smiled like the big dick stallion he annoyingly was.

After some awkward silence, we managed to move the conversation to more idle gossip. It seemed that Sugar Honey had started to get courted by a regular, causing a fight with one of the Talons. Something that would normally never happen, but like Low said, Sparkling Delight has been too busy helping Grizzly to keep an eye on the Showroom. It was actually amazing to me how many suitors the spazmatic chem addicted of a mare had. It made me hope she will soon just pick one and get out of the sex worker business.

In other gossip, news had reached here from the west coast that several megaspell warheads had been used, nearly wiping out a city. Something about raiders actually controlling the doomsday weapons, and using them when they started losing a war they were in. It really drove home how dangerous raiders could be if they got their hooves on any kind of dangerous arcano-tec. Stranger yet, there was a rumor that two famous ponies were involved, though only the names Blue and Red were said.

In more uplifting news, the NCR have seemed to have made some more progress with taking Fillydelphia, and rescued more slaves trapped there. And supposedly they're starting to look like an actual army from what was being said about them, though many still go in on their own. But unfortunately they still can't spare any ponies to help us here, as the slavers there are still putting up a fierce fight.

When my main and tail were done, I felt it might be best to retire for the night, get some extra sleep. Low Pressure on the other hoof had a client to meet, of which I didn't want to hear more of. Just knowing he was off to fuck some stallion was making my imagination getaway in life to work, and after I got it to settle down.

The worst part of it was that I didn't know if it was the curse or not. Was it just me wanting sex, and that I was just a doomed deviant now. Or the cures corrupting my mind. It didn't help that I knew if I had not been cursed, I might have considered Low's suggestion, or maybe tried to get closer to Cold Trails. Despite his inexperience, he had been good in bed.

"Fuck!" I breathed, now with a mind running off with the thoughts of sex. Worse was that masterbation did not help, just made the lust worse.

At least the cool wasteland air helped cool my head as I trotted down the street.

"You look like a mare in need." A soft, yet dangerous voice spoke to me from around a corner. Out trotted one of the back alley whores, one of her legs covered in scabs from med-x abuse. Her outfit was to be expected, more torn rags then anything that could be seen as a dress, yet enough that it was at least something.

"One, I don't swing that way, two, even if I did, I'm not getting it from a dirty whore." I told the literal whore.

She then tutted at me like some parent catching their foal in a lie. It only further pissed me off. "That's no way to talk to a fellow sister, is it?" She then flipped her mane, letting her gaudy jewelry clatter. Among them was one that looked both like a female symbol and that of a mushroom cloud.

I narrowed my eyes at the Bailfire Fiend raider. "Alright, I'm listening."

She cocked her head at me. "Oh, no apology?"

"You look like a dirty whore, so no, you don't get one. Now what is it you want?" I told her.

The raider smiled, and I saw a full set of sharp yellow teeth. Teeth that looked naturally pointed. "I want a ursa bear, some chocolates, and a cure bailfire crotch." She said jokingly before dropping the smile. "Follow me, bitch."

Grizzly wanted me to play along, make them think I was on their side so to hopefully get them to drop their guard. If they truly did live in a fortress, then any advantage was necessary. So I followed the raider whore.

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I was led to the more desolated parts of Ursa's Rest, where the trade hub and the wasteland blended together. The guard towers were further in, creating a visual barrier were Grizzly's rule stopped, and I was clearly on the other side now.

Here the buildings were scrap built on top of scrap, where ponies found anything at hoof to build a shelter, and then shitted on it. Pathways snaked all over, making the place a maze of rust and misery, where eyes were everywhere, always watching. Breaking up the desolated scrap were pits that the ponies would throw their trash and waist, with the smell alone making me glad they were down wind of the rest of Ursa's Rest.

We stopped at a rather large shanty house, more a big tent surrounded by scrap walls, decorated in animal bones and spray painted dicks. Then lead inside, things didn't improve, as the smell of chems and body odor was almost overpowering. Ponies laid about in piles, eyes bloodshot and used chems around them. Some piles were having sex like a writhing mass of flesh.

"Hot!" The raider said to me as she wiggled her eyebrows.

I ignored her, focusing on what I was clearly here for, trotting over to a fat mare sitting on an elevated position a few ponies high, she holding two chains that connected to two black leather wrapped stallions. Next to her was the smug form of Bandsaw, looking down at me with a smile.

"Heard you've been having fun, Lottery." Bandsaw said to me. She was dressed in rags to hide her form, and had Onyx's eyepatch over her own missing eye like a grim trophy.

Glaring at the Raider bitch, doing my best to ignore the origy happening right next me. "The fuck you want, Bandsaw?"

"Oh not much from a fellow sister, just hoping you could tell us a bit about what Grizzly is planning. Seeing if we can offer her some… help." Bandsaw said with a very devoise smile.

I wasn't sure, so I could only guess that she thought I knew about Grizzly's history with the Bailfire Fiends. It made me pissed off on Grizzly's behalf, but I had to maintain my cool and play along. But not be too giving.

"And why should I tell you?" I asked.

Bandsaw frowned. "Oh, we're trying to be generous here, offering you our help for free. Anyways, you do owe me for pulling you out of that cage after all. Imagine if I hadn't, what would have happened. I mean I could have just told Molo about it instead, have her rush to you and… well you can imagine."

I gritted my teeth, only getting more angry at her.

She then relaxed her face, it forming into a more natural scowl. "Alright, alright. I went too far, and said a bit too much. I'm sorry. But we do have the same goal here, so why not keep working together."

"We nev…" I bit my tongue to stop myself from escalating. "I'm… listening."

Bandsaw smiled. "Good. And I have a gift for too, a sign of our friendship and sis-"

The fat raider then hit Bandsaw with a cane, drawing blood. "All this fucking talk, and all I here is cunt, cunt, cunt! You promised more chems, more stallions, and all I see is this cunt bitch."

Bandsaw rubbed her head and glared at the fat raider. "Do that again and-"

Again the fat raider hit Molo. "You dare threaten me emissary, I'm the Mother Madams favorite, ace of my class, where you are nothing but a low class outsider we dragged in, who was too barren for breeding. Just because you have had some success out here in the wasteland, and was appointed as mothers emissary doesn't mean shit at the school!"

A growling came from Bandsaw, of which the fat raider hit her once again. "Defiant you stupid cunt bitch. When I return to the school, I'll make sure your fucked by the dogs. Just like last time."

Bandsaw then took a deep breath and stood up straight, a smile on her face. "Oh, what was I doing, forgetting my place."

"Good, you stupid bitch cunt." The fat raider said before turning to me. "You, cunt bitch, tell me everything or I'll have you raped until you do." The then laughed, grinning as she turned back to Bandsaw. "See, that's how you do-"

A shiv was thrusted into the fat raider's eye as Bandsaw then grabbed her by the mane and as the raider screamed, Bandsaw shoved her off her platform. The fat raider rolled as she screamed in pain, pulling the two chained stallions with her. With a splat sound, the fat raider fell at my hooves as Bandsaw then trotted down to her, holding a rather large knife.

I then felt the fat raider grabbing my hooved, both blood and tears flowing from her face. "Kill her, kill her and I'll give you anything."

Disgusted, I kicked her hooves away from me. "Kill her yourself." I said, then spat at her face."

A chuckle came from Bandsaw as she then stuck the knife in the fat raiders flank, causing her to wail in pain. "Nicely said, Lottery." She then smiled wide. "How about you do the honor, rid Equestria of this useless raider?"

I didn't get her angle, but I was feeling rather pissed off right now. "What's in it for me?"

This got Bandsaw to smile wider. "Again, nicely said. Here, I'll give you some useful information about Tripwire if you kill that fat bitch for me, and tell me what I want to know."

Thinking about it for a moment, blocking out the pleading of the fat raider, it did sound tempting. So I said. "Alright."

"Good… now crush her with your hooves." Her voice was dark and filled with malice as she said it.

"What?" I then said.

Bandsaw chuckled. "Before we can continue, you need to beat this fat bitch with your hooves. Simple. Otherwise you will need to do something else first." She then tipped her head at the now still orgy.

Looking down, it then felt… wrong. Yes she was a raider, but right now this mare was helpless, and pleading for her life. It was not like shooting through a scope, and that had been bad as well. Raiders are raiders, Ishouted in my head. Over and over, blocking out the pleading pony.

Raiders are raiders. My hoof came down, and I felt her snout brake under the blow.

Raiders are raiders. Another crack, her eye socket.

Raiders are raiders. I hit over and over, until her screams became gurgles.

Raiders are raiders. She stopped screaming but I kept hitting.

Raiders are raiders. My hoof was covered in red, slamming it down as I mixed her skull in with the dirt.

A clapping came from Bandsaw, which caused several other mares in the tent to clap. "Now that's how you beat a pony to death, really drives home a message. Should make a good reminder to Mother Madam's other daughters that they too are not above her rules. Is that right my sisters"

"Mother Madams rules are absolute," the raiders said in unison.

It then clicked. "You… wanted me to kill her?"

Bandsaw nodded, "she forgot her place, and endangered the mission. But worst of all, she wanted to leave the sisterhood."

The other raiders began to boo with intense hate.

"Nopony leave the fucking sisterhood!" Bandsaw growled out, then looked into my eyes, her stare filled with madness. "Now what is Grizzly planning?"

"Sh… she…" I fumbled my words, needing to take a deep breath before telling her. "New Unity, were going to rescue the captives at New Unity, and demolish the mine's there. Also stop any attempt at making alicorns if it's going on there. We're going to make a push at the breaking grounds to lure as many of Tripwire's forces away when we do."

"Hmmm…" Bandsaw pondered. "Not a bad ploy, not at all, and to be expected of those soft belly fools. We would have gone for the weapons first and let the slave go fuck themselves. I do know the ponies here are lacking an army's supply of guns and ammo, where Tripwire has managed to procure the Fillydelphia stashes."

She then grinned a mischievous grin. "Yes, this will do. I'll send a songbird into Tripwire's ear, get him to believe you're coming for his guns. Maybe leave the… oh I know, the Murder Ballers near New Unity as security."

A deep pit formed at the bottom of my stomach as I remembered my fight with Spine Breaker, and how that ended. Bandsaw clearly knew what was going through my head as she placed a hoof under my chin and said. "Ain't it grand, a chance for revenge. Not only did he rape you, but publicly too, and left his mark." She then trotted around me, hugging me, one hoof in between my legs, and her other hoof rubbing my stomach. As she caressed the tattoo on my abdomen she whispered something that sent a chill down my spine. "You don't feel it right now, but I know that his seed has taken root."

I shoved the bitch off me, and she agilely hopped back.

Glaring, I growled out at her, "the fuck do you mean?"

"Ohhh, you know." She said, a hoof covering her mouth as though suppressing a giggle. "You see we had a deal with Spine Breaker, helping him sire foals and the like." She then again caressed the tattoo on my abdomen, causing me to quiver. "We mark the mares he chooses, making them more fertile, and we keep any fillies. It helps strengthen the relationship between our clans, and anyways, Despite his buck-addled head, he is still a mama's colt at heart."

Everything began to swell as I started to breathe heavily, my rage boiling over. "Y… you d… did, WHAT!"

She nodded. "Well I did say the next time we meet, I would be testing the ink out on you. You are a nice and healthy mare after all, the kind Mother Madam would want to carry her bloodline. So all I needed to do is mark you with the venus brand, and let that dick pump you until he was dry."

I swung at Bandsaw, my hoof connecting to her face and sending her rolling back. But as I got ready to further attack the bitch, several spears were then pointed at me as the other raiders got closer.

"It was you!" I growled again.

"Guilty," She said flippantly. "Venus root is rather difficult to grow, and we mainly use it on our breeding stallions. That's why I practice on that steel ranger bitch first, you should see her right after, begging for more dick like a whore, wanting it raw and rough. Oh and before you go thinking that it's all a lie, those pills you had, I swiped them with venus root painkillers. You were practically dripping for more dick on your way to that gange rape party."

"You bitch!" I yelled as I took a step forward, a spear at my throat.

Bandsaw then trotted up to me again, muzzle to muzzle. "If it bothers you so much, then come and pay us a visit and I'll personally remove the curse. We will even have a special room for you and your friend to stay in until the foals are born."

She then gave me a kiss on the cheek and backed away. "But enough about that, you wanted your reward, right."

I knocked the spear away from my neck, cutting my hoof, but I didn't care. "Go fuck yourself." I spat out, and then trotted to the exit.

"Ohhh, to cowerdly to fuck me yourself." Bandsaw mocked. "Well at least take this."

I turned in time to catch a rag, it then unfolding in my hoof. My eyes opened in shock as I held my modified flare gun. Placing it into a pocket, I again turned to leave.

As I exited the tent, Bandsaw called out to me one last time. "And Lottery, welcome to the sisterhood!"

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I washed my hooves again and again, but even if the blood was gone, I could still see it, smell it, and feel it on my hooves. I had killed before, but this was different, I could feel her bones cracking under my hooves, and the moment she died, I felt it.

After leaving the slums of Ursa's rest I found the first Tallon I saw and told him to report to Grizzly about the raiders in town. Cost me a few caps, but that's griffins. Then I made my way to Doctor Helga for an emergency checkup, and to use her sink.

Again I scrubbed my hooves, my fur starting to rub off now, but I kept on scrubbing.

"Lottery stop!" Sparkling Delight shouted as she rushed over and smacked the ruined brush from my mouth, lifting it above me with her magic. She then looked at me with a deep sense of sorrow. "Oh look at you, you ruined your beautiful fur, and broke your skin."

Looking down at it I now realized the blood I was imaging was in fact my own real blood. I had somehow broken the brush and had just been stabbing myself with the splinters.

With a stern glare that only a caring aunt could do, she directed me to the hospital bed, where she began to pull out the splinters as soon as I sat down.

"S… sorry" I said as tears began to well up in my eyes.

Sparkling Delight just sighed. "It's fine, and don't apologize. This isn't even the worst I've seen my girls do to themselves. And you weren't even trying to kill yourself." I flinched as she pulled a rather large splinter from my leg. "I wasn't always there in time."

I didn't know what to say, just remaining silent as she bandaged me up.

"When I first took over the Red Light Showroom, it was bad, not the respectable establishment it is today. Simply a action house for sex slaves." Sparkling then floated over a small healing potion to me, which I drank. "There was… a group suicide the day after we reformed the rules to take care of the mares better. I had laxed the rules, and they took their chance to be free, permanently... Their deaths are on my hooves."

I looked at her, feeling confused and horrified. "Why are you telling me this?"

"To let you know that we all fail sometimes. Even when we try to do good, we still end up hurting others. And I just knew you needed to hear something bad, it strangely has a calming effect on those feeling disturbed. It's strange actually, when a creature is feeling disturbed or heavily depressed, positive things tend to only make the feelings worse." She explained to me.

Thinking about it, I was no longer feeling so… upset, like a spell had been cast to calm me down. It was disturbing in its own right, but it had worked.

"I guess you're right." I said with a sigh.

The sound of hooves trotted in from outside. "By Celestia, what's with all the blood!" Grizzly said in shock.

"What blood!" Doctor Helga said as she now poking her head in, then frowned. "Well fuck! Just don't make more of a mess as I finish up with the lab results."

I held my head low, but Sparkling lifted it up. "Lottery simply had an accident when washing herself. It's all good now."

Grizzly sighed as she trotted over. "Good, I was a bit worried that it was something worse. Now tell me, did the Bailfire Fiends take the bait?"

I nodded. "They will be getting Tripwire to reinforce the Breaking Yard. But they will also get the Murder Ballers to guard New Unity."

Clicking her tongue, Grizzly growled out, "Those raging cunts, there's no end to their mockery"

It filled me with dread to think about fighting Spine Breaker again, but also, a smile formed at the edge of my mouth at the idea of revenge.

Regaining my composure, I took in a deep breath, focusing on the task at hoof. "It's still an opportunity. If we kill Spine Braker and his Murder Ballers, that's less raiders for everypony to worry about. I also confirmed where the Venus Root came from. One guess."

"The Bailfire Fiends." Grizzly answered, and I nodded. She then spat on the ground. "Of fucking course they would do that shit."

"I would really appreciate it if you didn't spit in my office. I do try to keep it clean. Blood not withstanding. " Doctor Helga said in an annoyed tone as she finally trotted back in from her lab. She looked at my bandaged fetlocks, and a sense of understanding formed in her eyes. With a sigh, she then said to me. "When were being trained to be Talons, the veterans have us hunt and dress animals with our claws alone. It didn't make it easier when we did have to fight with our claws, but it did help put up a mental wall afterwards."

Doctor Helga then placed a talon on my shoulder. "So I got good news and bad news."

"Good news first." I said, hoping for what I feared to not be true.

She nodded and told me, "looks as though your body has quickly recovered. The toxins in your blood have cleared up and your liver is at least halfway to full recovery. Still I would advise you reframe from taking any kind of chem, including heavy drinking. But your no longer at risk of falling over dead from it."

I hung my head, full knowing what the bad news was going to be.

"As for the… bad news." The doctor took a moment before continuing as I inhaled and slowly exhaled to calm myself for what she was about to tell me. "From the x ray photos I took and testing your estrogen levels, I can confidently say that you're pregnant… well, more than just that."

She passed me a piece of paper with a strange image on it. On it in red ink were two circles. I raised an eyebrow at the strange thing. "What am I looking at, am I sick?"

Doctor Helga shook her head. "I did some research on the venue root, and it not only increases fertility, but forces egg production, resulting in a high chance of having twins or triplets. Which fits with what the raider told you." Doctor Helga then took back the picture and pointed at the two circles. "I'll check with Doctor Coriander on this later, but I've seen enough justifiably worried Red Light Mares to know what this is. Lottery, you're having twins."

I felt my head go light as I wobbled. Sparkling Delight and Grizzly Deal grabbed me before I fell over.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I then asked the only question that mattered. "Can you get rid of these things?"

A cold expression formed on Doctor Helga's face. "I… could try… but.

Sparkling Delight then squeezed me hard and said with a great sense of loss in her voice. "It could kill you. The last mare to go under the procedure didn't survive it."

I clenched my teeth and got off the table, lightly pushing both Grizzly and Sparkling off me. "That's my choice to make."

A single talon was then pressed onto my face by Doctor Helga. "Best not to make that decision now. Not when your emotionally compromised. I will take a few days to make the poison anyways. In that time you can talk with those ghoul nurses, and most importantly, take a rest."

I glared at the good doctor. "And what, except that I'll carry a tainted seed in me, pop out more raiders!"

Again Doctor Helga sighed. "Lottery, I'm going to keep this simple and straightforward. If you don't go and cool your head, or talk with somepony about it, you're not getting the poison."

Grinding my teeth in irritated rage, I stomped my way out of the office, all while holding back tears of shame and self loathing.

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