Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Forty Seven

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I slowly woke up, the dim light making it hard to see, and an awkward angel I had gone to sleep hurt my back. But I didn't care, I was feeling so much better now after scratching that itch. It wasn't the smartest decision, as from what I was told it would make the cravings stronger, but my head felt clear now, though I felt a bit sticky inside.

Rolling over, I snuggled next to Cold Trails, enjoying his warmth. It felt a bit strange, as I didn't know how I felt about him, other than a good laugh. I didn't know how I felt about anything right now to tell the truth, other than the need to stop Tripwire, everything was kind of a bluer. Could I actually go home, and if I did, it wouldn't be the same. I could stay at Ursa's Rest, with work guaranteed, with a nice place to stay. Actually, returning to the Red Light Showroom was an option that didn't disgust me as much as I thought it would. I mean if I can't get rid of this curse, why not indulge.

I slapped my face again, knowing where my thoughts were going. Though I wondered how much of it was the curse's influence, or how much was it just me, and how depraved I've become. Would even lifting the curse change anything?

"You okay, Lottery?" Cold Trails asked as he pushed himself up.

I let out a long sigh. "Probably not. My minds still a mess, and still have sex on it. I fear that once this is all over, I'll be left as some wasteland crazed nympho. That I'll just go back to selling my body at the Red Light Showroom because I can't control myself anymore."

Cold Trails smiled. "I don't think so. I think you're selling yourself short. You'll be a wasteland crazed nympho with thighs that saves lives."

I lightly jabbed him on the shoulder. "How is that any better?"

He laid back onto the ground. "Sorry, I mean you're doing a lot of good out there, and even if your… issue persists, it's not like it will stop you from helping others, even if you do return to well… that."

"Being a whore." I clarified for him as I pushed myself up and onto him.

He rolled his eyes. "I don't mean it that way. It's just that, I don't know. I guess I rather not stand in your way, whatever you choose to do."

Right now he seems very much not sexy, and more… pathetic? "Are you really not bothered by the fact that I've fucked likely over a hundred stallions. Is that your thing?

Cold grimaces. "Fuck no I'm not. I rather have a mare all to myself, start a family, all that stuff. But in the Wasteland-"

"It just throws sex at you." I finished his thought, a smirk forming on my face. "Confused little pegasus, all flustered at the pussy thrown your way. Was I your first?"

He averted his eyes, telling me I was on the money.

Then it hit me like a runaway cart… I had done the same thing to him as Daral did to me, minus the theft, that fucking scavenger.

Standing up on all fours, I let out a huff of frustration. "S-sorry. I think I've done things I shouldn't have done, and out of ignorance and my damn lust. You… deserve somepony better."

Turning to leave, I felt Cold Trails grab onto my hips. "I never said I regret sleeping with you. I just don't want to hold you back. It's not my place to tell anypony what they should or shouldn't do. The Enclave tried that, and looked at where that got them."

"Maybe I need somepony to tell me to stop, or make me stop." I then whipped at Cold with my tail, but he didn’t let me go. "I'm clearly to dumb to stop myself. It's how I got myself in all this mess in the first place."

With a tug, Cold pulled me back down onto his lap. "Then how about this, once this mission is over, we go on that date. I will show you that nice place I found and we watch one of those movies. Maybe we hold hooves, maybe we kiss."

I felt my face flush, causing a grin to form. "Alright, but you're paying for it."

"Naturally." He said with a smile, which then turned mischievous. "And if you're feeling that itch, I can always scratch it for you."

I was a bit confused for a moment, but then I noticed that I had begun to grind on him. He quickly took the initiative, and grinding quickly turned to a thrust and a moan.

Positioning myself to really get the full joy of him in me, I looked up only to see a smiling Molo looking back at me.

"Sup!" My friend said as she waved a hoof.

This caused me to tense up and drop my hips, getting a grown from Cold. "Wh-what are you doing here Molo?" I asked.

She leaned over and looked down at Cold, licking her lips. "Nice… but ya, followed you last night and saw all the guns you found. And…. Well let's just say you two put on a good show."

I felt mortified, being caught by my best friend like this.

Molo then smirked. "Didn't think you two would be still going at it… by the way, Everypony else is coming to pick up a gun. Best if you two… keep it down while you fuck. I'll cover for you."

I tried to get up, but my legs were too wobbly to stand. "You can't be serious!"

She then pulled out my jumpsuit from her bag and tossed it to me. "Oh ya, everypony is going to show up right about… now"

Just as she said, the others showed up, forcing me to waves at them as my hips moved on their own.

"So they kept guns here, who knew." Spell said in amazement.

"Um, you should have known, you were here before." Plasma said, jabbing him in a friendly manner. She was in the nightwear we had recovered, which looked real good on her. The mare seemed a lot less nervous now, and more like she was enjoying herself.

"Oh, Lottery, thats where you are." Mint said as she trotted over. "I was a bit worried. Now where is Cold Trails?

"He's… around." I said, doing my best to keep a straight face as my body convulsed from pleasure. "I'm sure he is coming."

And he did…

"Are you alright, your looking a bit flushed?" Mint asked as she got closer.

Molo then tossed the ghoul a mint condition IF-64. "She's fine, just woke up, thats all. Now take your new gun. And take another to give to the other ponies here.

The ghoul tilted her head, clearly knowing that something up. "Alright. It will be good to know they will be safe here, and able to protect themselves.

"Thanks." I told Molo.

She smiled back at me. "Think nothing of it. I'll get them to clear out soon, just keep enjoying yourself."

I gave Molo a friendly glare, knowing she was going to take her time.

I don't know why, but the chance of getting discovered… it made the sex feel… better.

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Once everypony had cleared out, Cold and I quickly cleaned each other off and got dressed. It was nice to have my jumpsuit back on, and my new underwear was rather comfortable under it. After that we rejoined the others, where all prepared the guns.

I was able to turn my new rifle into a sniper rifle with burst fire capabilities, making it a good replacement for my poor old rifle. The downgrade in ammunition was annoying, but it was better than no rifle. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the scope for the IF-64 was a night vision scope, using some magic inside to enhance it. The suppressor seemed to be a bit magic as well, though I had yet to test it out.

Strangely, this place also had a way to paint the guns. Along with other strange stuff with the clothes extruder. So now our new rifles had brown, tan, and gray camo, along with a similar mesh covering it for extra camo. We even had several more mesh cloaks made for everypony in our group.

The ponies that were saved didn't do much with their new rifles, opting to make a fortification near the stairs with all the gun cases, then covered them in the mesh net. It gave them a little hiding place within the fortification, so that any invader would not see them right away. Moonlight had chosen to sit on guard duty first, sitting behind the mesh, holding her new rifle, it painted in the old Equestria patriotic colors.

"Are you sure you will be fine?" I asked Moonlight.

The mare pulled on her charging handle, loading the rifle. "It's a choke point, we only need one gun to keep any attacker out. So just close the door when you leave, and everything will be fine." Her eyes scanned the rifle, studding it like it was a work of art. "Now please, save my people and bring them back here. Only then we can seek our true revenge."

"Even if I don't return, there will be some talons arriving in a few days, please don't shoot them." I told her,

Moonlight laughed. "I know, I know. You told me that already. But you better come back, and with good news."

"Will do." I said as I then trotted up the stairs.

Greeted by the cool morning air, and warm sunshine that bathed the land with light. It made me wonder how stable ponies could live underground without going insane. Ya, out in the open was the way to live.

Joining up with my team, we looked like a bunch of strange wasteland shrubbery covered in the mesh. Spell Circuit adjusted his, looking unsure about this new look. "Are you positive this will work, Lottery?"

"It will make it harder for anypony to tell we're ponies from a distance, and even up close if they're on chems. I've used something like this before so I'm sure. And with how we're sneaking into enemy territory, a little bit of camo will go a long way." I said with confidence.

Plasma then sighed. "I wish we didn't have to overuse the extruders making this stuff. The poor machine is both empty of materials and ready to break. I already told the survivors to not use it, old tech like that is so valuable and rare."

Odd thing to worry about, but okay. "Well we could bring it back with us after the mission. Though I don't see many ponies choosing to wear this weird feeling fabric." I felt the mesh covering on my rifle that felt a lot like the ancient wheels of an ancient motor wagon. With how unconfutable cloths already feel, this would be extra annoying. Though strangely I use to not feel as uncomfortable in cloths then I do now.

"It's a latex canvas, plenty useful, as you're using it for now. And I know a few ponies who would wear it." Plasma protested. "Well not me I mean. But lately this jumpsuit has been rather itchy on me if I don't keep it loose."

"Well it does make a good non reflective coating for my rifle. But as for clothes… I can only see it used in the Red Light Showroom as fetish wear." I commented.

Plasma clamped her muzzle tightly, and looked over at nothing. I raised an eyebrow at her, but before I could ask about who she's been hanging out with, Spell Circuit interjected.

"Actually I agree with Plasma. At the very least it can make good rain gear, and if I can combine it with the book printer, then maybe we can get more wasteland hardy books to distribute." He then adjusted his glasses, looking a bit proud of himself as he said. "It may actually be possible to use those machines to build brand new libraries, even add books from my family's own. Frankly, it could be possible to rebuild Celestia school for gifted unicorns, though sadly not in Canterlot."

Glancing at Plasma, she looked like she was blushing, something that would need me asking more questions. But again, before I could say or do anything Molo cut in.

"Alright, I get it, you like books. I mean I like a good read now and then… actually it's been years since I read any book like I did last night." In fact I could see a book poking out of Molo's saddlebag. "But let's focus on the mission."

"Agreed." Mint spoke up. She too had a new IF-64, along with Aloe as well. Both rifles were repainted in the colors of the Ministry of Peace. "The survivors below will be fine down there for over a week, and I managed to copy my hoof book on aiding wartime stress disorder for them to read. So we need to worry more about those who need our help now, and get moving. There may be no future for any of them if we don't stop this evil."

That got everypony to shut up real fast, and then I got a look from Mint, basically telling me to continue.

I nodded back at her in thanks, though I knew I had also gotten off track myself. "Alright, we got new guns, some more supplies, and if the timeline is correct, the fighting has started near the breaking grounds. Let's get moving, and shut down whatever Tripwire has planned over at New Unity. Oh, and let's keep our voices down, who or what knows is listening out here"

With Spell once again navigating with the map, and I taking point, we left the quiet graveyard of heroes, passing by a patch of small flowers that was blocked off by a scrap wood fence. I now fully understood why Moonlight weeded for this place, it was where her ancestors were laid to rest. And now that they were forced to leave, who knows what vile thing will move in.

As we crested over a hill, I looked back one more time at the memorial sight, so many graves marked with polished white marble, it truly was a sight to behold. Maybe I too had an ancestor here, somepony who died defending Equestria. I'll probably never know, but it was a nice thought.

Everpony continued their chatter soon after, it helped pass the time as we trotted through the empty dead wasteland. Though plants grew all over, it was more in clumps, and just the normal life but now with more sunlight fueling it.

Heavy hoofsteps came up behind me, the sound of clunky armor telling me exactly who it was. "Though brake." Cauterize said as he came up behind me.

"Fuck off." I told the ex-raider.

He laughed. "Fair, though being pissy ain't going to unrape you."

I shot him a glare that if it could kill, his head would have exploded.

"Hey now, I an't mocking, I understand, truly." He said, though in a bit softer tone. "Well can't say I've been pregnant, being a stallion and all. But I've been on the bad end of an angry raider boss. So I get that."

"Is that all ya raiders do, rape and ruin lives?" I asked as I sneered at him.

"Truthfully… probably." He said with a sigh. "It's all an excuse to just do whatever you want, and knock over anypony not strong enough to stop you. If you're not the biggest and baddest, then you're someponies bitch, as it's not like somepony will stick out their nose to stop them, or you. Well, unless they want something."

Sounded about right. "So why did you become a raider, what did you want from it?"

He let out a laugh that had a bitter hint in it. "Like fuck I chose to become a raider, I was born into that fucked up world. My pops showed me his love by giving me black eyes, and never knew my ma, but I always suspected she was some unfortunate dame that the smelters captured. Always had to prove my worth, always had to be strong, and if I ever slipped up, then I was in for a world of pain."

"Oh… that must have been hard." I said, feeling a bit guilty now.

He rolled his eyes. "Hard ain't the beginning of it, but it was also the norm for me, so I just accepted it. You see, the ponies who shoot raider foals on sight, I don't disagree with em. By the age of ten, I've had several stallions and mares have their way with me that I thought raping weaker ponies was just what a ponies dose. Had even murdered a pony by then. A raider through and through."

"So… what changed?" I then asked.

"lots." He said. "Mostly got chased out by my sister after she took over the clan. Bitch was always pops favorite, the only pony he let his guard down around, and she killed him for it. Not that I care, it's just how it happened is quite fucked up. Lets just say that Spur, my niece, also happens to be my sister."

I cringed at that.

Cauterize then continued. "But I was already on my way to leave the raider life long before that… ya see, I had a son, and not from rape… though I probably have a few of those out there from when I was younger. But she was a raider mare, all bluster and liked it rough. Dumb bitch would fight me all the time, loose and come back for more. Eventually she just joined my crew, and eventually was found pregnant. I had no doubt it was mine, and when he was born, he looked just like me." The stallion then sighed. "A few years later, after coming back from getting some shit for the clan, they were gone from our hideout, and several of the assholes were snickering like foals who got away with doing something they shouldn't."

He then kicked a rock, it flying off down the hill we were on. "Dumb bitch was told I had kicked the bucket, and ran out with our son to find my body. Ran right into a rival group of raiders. A group that thought to send a message, but were too high on chems yo know when to stop. Well that's what my sister told be with a smirk on her bitch face."

"Oh… I'm so sorry." I said, not knowing what else to say.

He huffed with frustration, gritting his teeth. "I sent my own messages, burnt all of them alive, and displayed their bodies for all to see… but after that, being a raider was never the same. The others called me a pussy fagot when ever I let ponies go, even my sister mocked me for it, but I didn't care anymore. It was all… a waste of time to me. I never liked the Smelters. They were family, but could never trust them, and whatever I did was never good enough for them. If I wanted their respect, I would have to beat it out of them, and I saw respect from them as worthless as garbage covered in shit."

I looked over at the horizon, seeing nothing but dead land and a few ruined. It really made me wonder how anypony could truly live out here on their own, much less a pony with no proper skills like a raider. "Then you were chased out."

Cauterize nodded. "Which was fine by me, though not having access to any chems was just pain for a long time. But ran into Lucky Shot and her bandits. They helped wean me off the chems, and I helped them rob a few asshole slavers. Ran into Molotov a few times, and did some not so honest work, but work that was far from raider shit.

I now had another question tugging at me. "If you don't care about the Smelters, then why are you doing this?"

"Because my sister's a bitch." He said with a smile. "And I know her. Short Fuse is never satisfied with just leaving something be, and she hates loose ends. It's why she killed our father even after becoming leader in all but name, as leaving him alive would diminish her greatness. And so long I'm alive, I'm an insult to her that must die. Probably have me ritually thrown into molten metal to appease the great fire after she commits one last act of incest."

Well that was rather grim. But raiders are like that, as I have come to know them to be psychotically spiteful.

Since he felt like being so talkative, and not grose, I felt that I might as well get his opinion on my situation. "So… I still plan on getting rid of them, the unborn. But what do you think?"

"You ain't the first or anything out of the norm for out here." He said flatly, then looked down at me with just his eye, keeping his head straight. "Like I said, my mom was likely raped and then had me. I was raised to be a raider, never knowing I could be anything else. Spine Breaker was the same, mostly. You just had the misfortune to fuck up and catch his attention, just like that mare Moonlight had. Though I can see it in her eyes that she would have chosen to get impregnated by him if it meant her sister had lived. As for the foals, if you choose to have them, I can say one thing, if you treat them like a raider, I'm sure they will become a raider. But if you snuff em out now, not my problem, just means you can keep on fucking around for a bit longer."

"That's… a lot to think about." I said to him,

Cauterize chuckled. "Don't think too hard, it will make your head explode."

"Well I originally got myself into this mess by not thinking hard enough." I told him.

The stallion shrugged. "Just saying that the decision should be simple. Do or don't. Save yourself months of brahmin shit, or rid yourself of that because you got shit to do. Not like you can't just do it again later."

"Did raiders do that alot?" I then asked.

"Most raider mares don't know they're pregnant until it really shows. But ya, seen a few try, and fewer not end up killing themselves in the process. But most of the bitches just have the foal, and then let some other pony raise them." he explained.

That was an option, no pony said I had to raise them. Though I still didn't want to bear a raiders foal.

"Well, I'm done here." Cauterize then said, slowing down his trot. "I'd rather not get into any more mare topics, just not a stallion thing to talk about."

Now I rolled my eyes as I shook my head. "What, you don't want to talk about what that time of the month feels like, or bleeding."

"Going to get it double from my bitches, ait getting it from any of you." He replied, and I let him go.

Though an asshole, he did have a point. I ain't all that special, and foals aren't the end of the world, just several months of discomfort. I mean Plasma was already set on accepting hers. I had options, and time… and friends I should talk to about this. Still, I would have rather it be Horus who was the father then a raider. Or even one of my many clients from the Red Light Showroom, as depraved as it sounded.

But right now I had a mission to complete, ponies to save, and a family to reunite.

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We finally reached the metro entrance, it was an unassuming ruin that descended into the ground. Around it were several pony skeletons bleached white by time, all crowded around a locked off rusted metal gate.

"Looks like these poor fools got locked out." Molo said as she trotted up to the gate, and aimed her new rifle at it. With a burst of gunfire, she shot the lock, and the gate simply fell off its hinges. "They probably should have done that."

"Not everypony was a gun nut back then." Mint said as she and Aloe trotted over to the bones, and gathered them up. "Just give us a moment to bury these ponies."

I wanted to say no, that we didn't have time, but I also knew that I would have wanted somepony to put my bones to rest if I ended up like that. "Alright, do that while I scout ahead. But don't take too long, we're still in Tripwire's territory."

Mint, Aloe, Margret, Plasma, Low, and Spell stayed up as the rest of us descended into the metro.

The descent was rather deep, growing darker and damper as we trotted down the steps. Turning on our lights, it felt oppressive as the darkness surrounded us, reminding me of the underground of the cursed mountain. When my hoof finally reached the bottom, I was unpleasantly surprised to find the tunnel flooded. Not all that much water, but enough to curtain the floor.

"We should hurry, my armor is detecting radiation." Cold said.

Both Molo and Cauterize got their guns ready. "Ya, this feels like a feral ghoul nest."

"Alright, I'll take point." I told them, and trotted on ahead.

Every step made a wet flop, ruining any attempt to be quiet, but I kept it in mind that the same went for anything else down here as well. I just hoped I didn't step on a sleeping feral, and get bit. At least I had the camo mesh on, so that would get bit before I do.

Entering a wider room, I aimed my light around, seeing what looked like shops, and a reception booth at the end. Unfortunately everything here looked ruined by rot, rust, mold, and just the ravages of time. There was even a ponytron standing on a stage, unmoving.

"This place is seriously frozen in time, rot notwithstanding." Cold said as he looked around.

"Maybe there's another old polytron down here in a pod. Those things sell for a shit ton of caps if they're still working, and reprogrammable." Molo said as she trotted up to the one on stage. "Hmmm, looks like this one was advertising some shit."

"Well don't touch it!" I told her.

The sound of clicking and a revving of a motor then filled me with dread as I turned my light to Molo. She had pressed a big red button that was connected to the stage, and the ponytron was slowly starting to move, and lights inside flickered to life.

Loud and out of tune music began to play as the stage lit up, with most bulbs just exploding in loud pops. The ponytron then spoke. "The future of Equestria is in danger, and there is only one pony who can save the day!" Several objects then came out from behind a rotting curtain, hanging on strings as though flying. Many looked like round rocks, but one looked like a thin silver rocket, its luster long gone. "That pony is Captain Chrome!" The robot then played a heroic, but out of tune music as it attempted to flail its grabber limbs, only to have one fall off. "Piloting an experimental spacecraft for a test flight, Captain Chrome's ship unexpectedly hits spectral radiation and he must enter cryostasis to survive. When his ship returns to Equestria, he finds himself over two hundred years in the future and in an Equestria he does not recognize. Out of place and time, Captain Chrome finds that an ancient evil threatens to awaken again, and it's up to him to stop it."

The robot flails around again as off-tune music got even louder. "Action!" The robot yelled as it made energy weapons sounds. "Romance" the music shifted to something more soft. "And a fully accurate depiction of the FUTURE!" The lights that still worked flickered vigorously, hurting my eyes. "Don't miss out on the movie of the century, playing in theaters near you, it's Captain Chrome!" The music got faster and louder for a short moment before finally dying down.

I held my breath, listening for any noise that could indicate that some had been awoken by all that nose. What I heard was the groaning and roaring of a lot of feral ghouls echoing from further within the metro, and getting louder, closer as their hooves splashed in the water.

"Fuck, ready for combat!" Cold Trails shouted.

Opening my saddlebag, I pulled out my three bear traps. "Let's set up a firing line like how the Talons taught us!" I told the others as I opened a trap and tossed it toward one of the openings the ghouls will soon come from.

Repeating this two more times, I then dashed back to the others. Molo and Cauterize had grabbed several old rusting shelves and set up a barricade. Using it to rest their rifles, of which did as well.

Cold on the other hoof stood on top of the barricade, having the old IF-64 and his plasma rifle attached to the side of his armor. I had made sure he got a new IF-64 as well, but it was kept in a saddlebag for now.

The roaring of the ghouls echoed about as the sound of splashing got even closer, our lights just barely illuminating down the dark tunnels. Looking through the scope of my new rifle, it might as well be good as day, if a bit green.

The first ghoul rounded a corner, the thing bloated and with its skin hanging off in chunks from where bugs had been nesting in it. I had to hold back from throwing up, and managed to say, "There Here!" Before firing.

A three round burst, with one bullet hitting the ghouls chest, another grazing its neck, and the last hitting its head, killing it.

That was too wide of a shot, either meaning something was wrong with the rifle, or more likely, I had not been holding it correctly. So I gripped onto the rifle tighter, pressing the butt to my shoulder. And when the next ghoul appeared, I fired, getting three tightly in the chest.

The ghoul tumbled, then got back up, but only for it to be hit by a green bolt and melting into green goo.

More ghouls then burst forth, as though a living wave, and we fired all we got into them, I doing my best to go for the head. But they still closed in charging at use in a suicidal frenzy. One ghoul flipped as it ran, a bear trap on its leg. Two more soon followed, and the three caused the other ghouls to trip over them, clogging the tunnel.

With a crash, a firebomb from Molo engulfed the clogged ghouls, followed by two more, and a few down another tunnel the ghouls were coming from. Mole and Cauterize then pulled out their main guns, and just unloaded on the other tunnel, tearing the ghouls apart.

Cold and I continued to pick off our side of ghouls, the clog slowing them down enough for me to get some precision shots to their heads.

Every now and then one would come out of some unexpected direction, and get dangerously close, but Cold took on the hits. His armor easily defended him from bites, and tail blade slashing out and ending the undead.

I lost count 9n how many ghouls we killed, but they eventually began to thin out, and now slower and already injured ghouls were attacking, easy targets for everypony.

Soon the feral ghouls stopped coming and we could take a break.

But frantic splashing behind us caused us to turn around, rifles at the ready. The others of our group were illuminated, and I let out a breath I had been holding. All but Low treading the irradiated water, the cheating pegasus slowly flying above it.

As they got closer, Plasma started to talk, but she was all muffled, causing me to tilt my head. That's when Mint got in front of them, pulling out a healing potion, then pointed at her ear, motioning her pouring the potion into it.

That's when I noticed a persistent ringing, and realized what she wanted to do. So we let the two ghoul nurse's treat our ears as we stood in the now even more fouled water.

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