Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Fifty Nine

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The dinner date lasted until the sun set, with good food, drinks, and company. It was exactly what I needed after so much seriousness. No wild parties, or competitive drinking, just a calm and enjoyable time. Sugar Honey and Havle kept us some company, but eventually Sugar had to go back to work, of which Have didn't seem the happiest about.

Had to be hard on the griff when his mare works in a very active brothel.

Once we were alone we talked more about our lives before the clouds parted. Nothing significant, just us comparing life on a farm. As it turned out, crop theft was not uncommon among the pegasus, even if their crops were bland tasting. Food rationing made any crop highly valuable on a black market. I on the other hoof had to deal with unwanted critters trying to eat our crops, the chickens, or occasionally my family.

Eventually it was time to leave the Talon bar, so feeling full and a little buzzed, we got up and paid our respects to the cooks. "That's for the meal. Didn't think there were so many ways to cook rad scorpions." I told the twins, Spire and Belfry as I paid extra.

Spire chuckled. "Ya, when it's the only thing you have to eat, you learn a few tricks in cooking it. Now trot home safely." She told me.

Leaving, Ursa's Rest was still as busy as ever, but now lit up with many lights, as though trying to banish the dark. The town itself ran on an ancient arcano-tech generator, something that was held together with an inch thick layer of duck tape and a lot of praying. Every now and then the lights flickered, ever threatening to go out and never turn back on.

"So, just an Idea, but if you didn't return to your family, or came back out here. What would you do?" Cold ask me as we trotted.

"Find a nice stallion and start a farm." I said straightforwardly. "Probably have a lot of foals, to help with the farm of course."

"Well I'll bet you can do well at both, probably be the best…" He then scrunched up his nose. "I mean at farming, best at that!"

I gave him a side glance and a mischievous smirk. "Oh come now, I'd totally have your foals. I mean, if the ones in me right now weren't raider foals, I wouldn't even be beating myself up over it. Even then…"

Cold wrapped his wing over me, his face red, likely from drinking… maybe. "You know, If I could… I'd go back in time and get myself to take out those raider bosses. Then you would not have gone through all that."

It was a nice thought, and made me feel a little better, but I understood the truth.

"Thanks, but… if it was not Spine Breaker, it would be some other raider." I said and sighed. "I went in there expecting trouble, even the possibility of being raped. Well I thought I was prepared for it. But I then let myself get swept up in my need to be a hero, not thinking about the consequences. And the funny part is that I'd do it again. I could have tried to save Plasma when she had been first captured, but I didn't, and I've hated myself for it since." I leaned closer to Cold Trails for his warmth. "As bad as it was to be hurt like that, seeing Plasma like that was worse. Just like I couldn't just ignore your sister, and nearly suffered her fate myself."

He held me a bit tighter with his wing. "Still… It doesn't stop me from wanting to prevent it from ever happening. Make it so that raider's no longer exist"

"That would be a nice dream. No raiders, or slavers. Maybe even a green Equestria where we can all get along." I said whimsically.

"It's probably why your parents lived so far away, so that they can make their own peace of green Equestria. And I bet you can do the same." Cold said as we reached Ursa's Den.

A smile formed across my face. "That would be a nice thought. Bringing some more green to the wasteland."

"I'd love to see it, I'd even help you with it." He added.

Looking at the casino, a deviant thought crossed my mind. "Say, you want to see something else I can do?" It was probably a mix of the alcohol and the curse affecting me, but who cares. "Come on, let me show you how I pole dance!"

"Wait, I don't thi-" he tried to protest, but I tugged on the lighter pegasus, dragging him with me.

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It had been a long while since I last stepped a hoof into the Red Light Showroom, and the place was now considerably more chaotic. The place had always been busy with merchant or mercenary wanting a good fucking. But now the place was packed. No seat at the bar, and a line into back rooms.

One of the mares here stopped at the sight of me, hope on her face. Trotting over, I recognized her as Paper Flowers, a more demure looking mare that had a zebra fetish. She asked me, "Please tell me you're here to help, Lottery?" Paper looked tired, and her outfit was a bit of a mess. The poor mare also looked like she had just finished a gang bang whenever she passed a black light, showing the cum stains all over her.

"No, I can't be having sex due to a curse on me. Anyways I'm out of this work for good." I told the mare, and her ears drooped. "It can't be that bad, can it?"

Paper sighed. "Yes and no. We can't complain all that much due to the caps were earning. But there's a limit to how much dick we can be pounded by, or cunts we can lick. Not to mention the ponies who want to do the more weird stuff."

That made sense. I remember how exhausting it was in my first week as everypony wanted to fuck the new mare, twice. "Maybe I should get Sparkling back down here?" I suggested

She shook her head. "Leave her be. The madam is busy enough with this stupid war to worry about us whores. Frankly I rather get fucked for caps from dusk to dawn then be some slavers toy again. I mean, I still have the whip scars."

Right, Paper had been a sex slave for years before being bought by Grizzly. "So you at least have things under control."

"For the most part. Pecan has done a good job keeping things in order, though I wish we had more ponies who know what they're doing." She said as she looked over at a booth. There one of the Red Light mares was being molested, she looked nervous but not showing any real discomfort. "The new mares have helped, but there hasn't been enough time to properly train them like you had. So they need some supervision."

She then eyed Cold, and a confused expression formed on her face as she looked back at me. "You do know this is the worst place to bring your colt friend right. Unless one of you is into getting cucked?"

I looked at Cold, who shrugged and said. "Hay, you brought me here, and your not supposed to be having sex. So if any pony is getting cucked, it's you."

My face flushed as I realized what I had done, then I face hoofed. "Ya, sorry, I was not thinking straight."

"Thinking gay then?" Paper said, fluttering her eyes.

"No you raging lesbian, that's not what I was saying." I told her.

Paper gave an exaggerated sigh, "too bad. And here I had the caps to pay you to paint stripes on yourself, throw a strap-on on, and step on me."

I raised an eyebrow at the mare, now sobering up a little. "How is it that you, who only likes mares, has a fetishist for being dominated by striped dick?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "As I told you, my first master was a zebra who liked to watch… it somehow became my kink. I mean she was rather hot, and her husband was real good at fucking. Anyways, if you're not here to help, or pay, just go to the looky-loo bar." Paper told me and then quickly trotted off to a group of stallions that just arrived.

"What was that, and what's a looky-loo bar?" Cold asked.

I sighed. "Most of the mares here have a… history. Best to leave it at that. As for the looky-loo bar, it's where capless ponies can sit and watch."

He then nudges me with his wing. "It's okay if we just leave. This isn't really a place ponies go to on a first date anyways."

"Ya you're right. I guess I wasn't as numb to the curse as I thought I was. Or I'm just stupid." I said as my eyes scanned the dimly lit place.

Mares were on raised platforms, either pole dancing or doing some other kind of exotic show. Each of the mares I saw, I saw myself in their place, having been doing all this not that long ago. If it had not been for my friends, and for being kept busy, I could have easily been lured back here by the curse. And possibly, if I didn't have Grizzly's support, I would be working here between missions to earn extra caps. I know that It would be so easy to sneak back here at night just to scratch an itch and get paid for it.

I then froze as a realization washed over me. "Oh fuck" I said, again face hoofing.

"What?" Cold Trails asked.

"I think this is where Plasma has been sneaking off too. It would make sense." I told him.

He then face hoofed himself. "If you're dragging me here, she'd definitely be coming here. Should we ask if they've seen her, or ask her about it later?"

Looking about the showroom, I saw the right pony to talk to. Sugar Honey was currently pole dancing at one of the bars. "Lets just go straight to the pony who probably first tempted our friend to be here."

We trotted over and with a light shove, got some poor bastard to move out of the way. They were about to complain, but he backed off then I glared at him.

Upside-down, Sugar Honey rotated around to come face to face with me. "Oh, so your here to-"

"No, I'm not here to whore myself out." I said, cutting off my friend before she could ask what Paper already asked me. Then I asked her, "One, did you bring Plasma here the night after my first mission, and two, is she currently here?"

Sugar scratched her chin for a moment, then with just her back legs, lifted herself up and slowly started down the pole in one rotation. "Oh Plasma cutie you mean. Ya, she was all nervous that night, but took to the Showroom like a wasteland toad to the public drinking water. Pecan even signed her up to work for us, a win-win. And she's really popular, since she's down for the rough stuff. If you need to talk to her, she's in the dungeon right now, room four. But maybe wait a bit, you know how messy it can get there."

My fears had been confirmed, which left me feeling sick. I wanted to slap Sugar for doing that, but I also knew she had warped views on right and wrong when it came to sex. No, I should have just been more vigilant with Plasma.

"Maybe we should talk to her later. You know, at someplace where the floor isn't so sticky," Suggested Cold.

"No, we need to deal with this now, or it may be too late for her." I said, then trotted to the dungeon, Cold following behind me.

The smell of sex was more pungent at the back of the Showroom, making me worried that it wasn't being properly cleaned. But that was not my main concern as I trotted into the hallway of the dungeon. The first room's door was wide open, where I saw several stallions in gimp suits as a mare in heels kicked them as another stallion fucked her from behind. The gimps looked at me, lust in their eyes as I looked back at them in disgust. I really fucking hated the gimps, and hated how they loved that I hated them. The mare in the heels saw me and we gave each other a sympathetic nod. Almost all of us hated the fucking gimps.

Fortunately room two and three didn't have any exhibitionists in them. The doors kept shut and locked, with only moaning from the other side hinting at what was going on in there. But room four was worryingly wide open, and had a loud muffled moaning coming from within it.

Taking a peek, the room was as sex dungeon as it could get, with three working mares bound up as stallions went to town on them. Among them was Plasma Cutter, who was unmistakably her due to her scars on full display. Seeing her caused a feeling of dread and disgust that hit me like a train.

She looked just like she had with the Brain Nails, but she also looked like a fetishized raider. Actually all three mares were dressed up like latex and glitter covered raiders. It was disturbing to see, and hard to believe if I wasn't seeing it myself. But as one stallion finished off in Plasma's mouth, leaving a trail of cum as he pulled out, I saw her lick at it, her mouth held open by a ring gaga, the reality of the situation solidified.

"Oh, if you're here for the raider gang banging, you need to take a number." A pegasus mare said. She was dressed up like the other three, and had clearly just finished getting fucked as male body fluid dripped down her leg. Behind her I could see a fifth mare surrounded by stallions who fucked every hole, and the rest were getting hoof jobs. "As you can, the rooms rather full."

"No, we're here to talk to Plasma." I told the soft looking mare in the aggressive looking outfit.

She seemed confused, telling me, "s… sorry, but she's busy at the moment. Maybe come back in an hour when she takes over my position." Here eyes then drifted to Cold Trails and a look of horror crossed her face.

"Hello Dancing Skies. Well at least I can tell your parents that you're safe." Cold Trails told the mare.

"Oh, fuck, please don't tell them I'm here, they'll kill me! Like actually kill me!" She pleaded.

Cold looked at me, and then back at Dancing Skies before sighing. "I don't even know were to begin with this, and I already have to much on my plate to do anything about it."

Dancing Skies then fluttered her eyes at Cold "How about doing a favor for a friend."

He then sighed and pointed his wing at her, she then stepped back, seeing that he was missing the other. "We're not friends, Dancing… but for my sister I'll do you a solid, but you owe me. So here, I'll just tell your parents that you got a job in the casino, and are just being difficult about seeing them. Now you let my friends have a chat with Plasma."

The pegasus nodded slowly. "Thanks, and for what's it worth, your not to blame for what happened to chilly. No matter what my parents say." She said before quickly trotting over to Plasma.

"What's that about?" I asked Cold.

"Her parents are the leaders of the pegasus first faction among the pegasus that are taking shelter here. So she was likely not exaggerating about them killing her if they found out she was here." He explained, then sighed. "She also went to Enclave University and was a close friend of my sister there. When I stuck with Flyright and forced my sister to stay with me, Paper ran and managed to find Elysium. If I let Chilly go with her, she might still be alive right now."

"Maybe, but we can't dwell on what ifs." I said to him, and he silently nodded back.

A blindfolded Plasma was then shoved out of the room, she unable to speak properly due to the ring gag in her mouth, or trot proper due to the spread bar holding her back legs open.

Dancing Sky then poked her head out, looking at us pleadingly. "You promise you won't tell them." Cold gave her a nod, "good, whenever you want to cash in that favor, you know were to find me." The mare then backed away and trotted to a group of stallions waiting for her. She quickly got to work, mounting one as another mounted her, then using her hooves, wings, and mouth to service the rest.

I had to admit, she was rather talented at this.

Turning our attention to Plasma, our friend was floundering on the floor, unable to properly get up due to all her bindings. It was pathetic and depressing to see… and a bit hot… but only a bit.

Damnit, I needed to get out of here before I start mounting random stallions. Or at least Cold, which I might still do later.

"I think you should untie her. The Enclave may have promoted homosexality, but it was never my thing. So I would rather not touch another stallion's jizz." Cold said, looking flustered.

I sighed, and got to unbinding Plasma. This was not the first time I had to unbind a cum covered pony, though I had hoped to never have to do it again.

Leaving the gag for last, I unbound Plasma, who was already in a seductive pose before looking at us. Her eyes were glazed over and unfocused, clearly she was high off her flank on some chem.

"Sho whoss furst?" She asked through her ring gag, clearly not recognizing us.

"You stay here!" I told her, and trotted to the gang bang room to ask, "Can I get a leash?"

A black leather leash was tossed out at me, and I caught it in my mouth. Disgustingly, it was a bit sticky, but not the worst I've had in my mouth. Hooking it onto Plasma, I then turned to Cold, telling him, "I'm going to clean Plasma up first. You don't need to stick around if you don't want to."

"I appreciate the thought, but I'm not leaving you to deal with all this on your own. Not saying I don't trust you, but knowing that cures…" he said, subtly suggesting the worst.

There was no doubt he was right, as I had dragged him here after all. As numb as I felt, and how much I hated to admit it, if somepony propositioned me, there was a chance I'd do it. My own mind wandered into that room, imagining being bound up, and the feeling of being fucked. It was faint, but I could feel my cursed tattoo warm up with anticipation.

It was almost like a thirst, or a hunger, now that I thought about it. It was minor right now, but I knew it would only grow stronger in time. Plasma's state alone was a clear example of what awaited me if I'm not careful, not that I can blame her after what she survived.

"No, that's fair. I'm starting to think having a chaperone isn't a bad idea for not just Plasma, but me as well." I told him.

"It isn't that bad yet, is it?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Fortunately not yet, but if you want to fuck later, I'm not going to say no… Actually, you better fuck me after all this! But now let's go to the dressing room, we can wash her up there."

Taking Plasma by the leash, she stumbled at first but disturbingly became quite submissive as I pulled her along. We got a few glances from the ponies on the Showroom, with one giving Plasma a hard slap on the flank, in which she moaned loudly in pleasure. It made me glad she was still gaged, as I really didn't want to hear whatever she would be saying in that state. Best to just let her drool out here then speak.

Fortunately it was a short trot to the dressing room, where several working mares were taking their brakes. Some new faces, some familiar. Among them was a mare I was ready to slap the shit out of.

Pecan nervously smiled at me as I dragged Plasma further into the back. "Lottery! Long time no see, I've missed ya sugar." Pecan said with joy before looking at me with a cocked eyebrow. "I see you discovered Plasma's side job."

Spitting out the leash I got muzzle to muzzle with the top whore. "Don't play fucking dumb with me bitch! You knew Plasma shouldn't be here, I know you're kept informed of this shit, and yet you didn't tell nopony."

Pecan didn't flinch, she never did. "We needed the extra help, and she's a natural sub slut."

"Because she was a raider rape slave ya cunt!" I growled at her.

She rolled her eyes at me, "and?"

I swung my hoof then and there, almost catching her face as she anticipated the hit, blocking it with her own hoof. The Zony still hit the ground, but pushed herself back up like it was nothing.

"Fine, I deserved that." Pecan said, as she pulled one of her fishnet stockings back up. "But she is the one who agreed to this, and I ain't in position to say no to a good flank. So if she decided to not tell y'all shit, it ain't my business to tell y'all shit either."

Glaring at her for a moment, I then took a deep breath and calmed down. "By Celestia I hate that you're right."

Pecan then winked at me. "But now that you're here, maybe you and Cold here can take a break, I'll even help ya."

"No… maybe." I said, but Cold then cleared his throat. "No, not now or ever."

"Fine, can't blame a mare for trying to get a good flank." She said to me as she trotted towards a side room. "Anyways, I'm sure you want some fixer and I have the keys to the cem case. So to get Plasma's head clear."

I nodded. "Naturally."

Pecan then fluttered her eyes at Cold. "Care to join me stud, we can have some fun wile they're busy?"

"You can go with her Cold, I don't mind." I told him.

But he cocked an eyebrow at me. "No thanks, I'm good."

Shrugging, Pecan let out a chuckle and left out to a side door.

Once she had left, Cold turned to me. "You do know trying to set a pony you just dated up with a prostitute is not normal?"

Realization then hit me again. "Oh… fuck. Sorry about that!"

"It's fine, let's just focus on Plasma before any more distractions happen." He told me, looking a bit flustered.

I nodded, remembering how messed up my view on sex and relationships had become. Was it the curse or just me?

Washing up Plasma wasn't fun, as she had been covered in spunk, both on the outside and inside. Her makeup had been caked on thick too, which turned the water she was standing into a sparkly purple. Once she was clean enough that I was sure she'd be only mildly sticky, I then removed her ring gag.

"Now call me a whore!" She lazily blurted out.

So I slapped her.

But she just smiled, saying "I've been so bad."

I sighed. "Your a fucking mastocust aren't you." I quickly checked her for any injuries or anything that could be a bad sign. Fortunately there were no new cuts, or signs of chem injections, so none of the harder stuff was in her system.

"I got the fixer." Pecan said as she tossed me an inhaler. "She's currently tripping on party time mentats, and a low level dash. So half strength on the fixer should bring her back."

"Anything else I should know?" I asked the zony.

"Well I can tell you that she's better than you at deepthroating, though not as good as me. But that's not what you're asking." Pecan then dropped the playful whore act, going stone faced. "She's had her illness prevention injections, and we have double checked her for addiction. Other than being a mental frutloop, Plasma is probably the most healthy mare here, probably could eat rocks if she wanted to."

"This isn't healthy." I said as I shoved the Fixer into Plasma's mouth.

Cold looked concerned as he asked. "Isn't more chems the last thing she needs?"

Plasma used the inhaler, breathing it in long and deep.

"It's okay, Fixer sobers a pony up no matter what chem they take. Though it doesn't fix addiction, it will alleviate withdrawal symptoms." Pecan explained.

We watched as Plasma's unfocused eyes slowly regained their sharpness, and a look of shock and horror formed on her face.

Trotting to her I took the fixer back, and tossed it back to Pecan,

I then told Plasma, "I'm not mad, nor do I blame you."

Plasma slumped out of the water, now a look of guilt and shame on her face as she began to cry. "I… I… I wanted to stop. B… but, I can't. It's becoming all I think about If I'm not busy. I hate it, but it feels too good. I want more, but I want to stop." She then locked eyes with me, huger in her gaze. "You want it too, you understand."

"Did you take the stuff doctor Helga made for you?" I asked.

"A… little. But it tastes like pears, I hate pears!" She huffed, sounding like a foal.

Really, we had something to help keep the curse in check, and she's not talking because she doesn't like pears. I'd laugh if it wasn't so damn annoying.

"Plasma, my friend, I mean this with all due respect. Your a stupid bitch!" I said flatly. "We got shit falling apart all around us, with potential mind controlled slavary in our future. Not to mention the possibility of turning into a drooling sex addicts. And you can't drink some pear flavored medicine that's meant to help you keep in control of your own mind!"

"S… sorry." She whimpered.

"No, I should have caught on sooner. And it didn't help that I was pushing you onto Spell." I then reached out to my friend. "Now let's dry you off."

She took my hoof and trotted out of the wash pal.

"I've… always been rotten." Plasm then confessed.

Raising an eyebrow, I asked, "how so?"

"Well, when I was still with the Steel Ranger's I kept myself shut away, never was the most social actually." She began to explain as I grabbed a towel and rubbed her down. "Taking apart and putting back together power armor wasn't the only thing I loved to do. I also loved to go through the archives, it was full of so many books from the golden age. Technical manuals, ancient weapons, books upon books of anything we could find… romance novels… and a mountain of smut."

"Smut, what's smut?" I asked.

Plasma blushed, then told me. "It's like romance novels, but… well… the ponies have sex in it. Sometimes the romantic happens during the sex, where the stallion forces himself onto the mare, and she resist, but in her mind she accepts him. Or a mare is captured by a tribe of zebras, and they make her all their wife, where she finds meaning. Or one story where the stallion is so worried about his mare friend who was being bullied, so he put her in a cage. It's so romantic."

"Fucked up you mean." A rather concerned sounding Cold spoke up.

"I don't know, I kind of get what she's saying. Wouldn't mind a stallion protecting me so fiercely." Pecan added, but getting a glare from Cold and I.

"S… sorry." Plasma said, retreating back into herself again.

I rubbed down Plasma's rust red curly mane. "So how does this make you rotten, it's just books?"

Shame crept onto Plasma's face. "Well… I started imagining myself in those books as I shut myself off in the maintenance bay. Not just the books, but also in the stories some knights would tell about their time outside. Imagining myself fighting a group of raiders, but instead of winning, I'd lose… and they take me… do things to me. Sometimes it be slavers, other times a wastelander would get one up on me. I even imagined my own rangers doing horrible things to me. I… I had become rotten."

This really confused me. I had clients who liked to be controlled, but this sounded like she wanted to be raped. "So when it actually happened… did you-"

"No, no fucking way!" Plasma blurted out. "It was nothing like how it was in my imagination. Nothing fucking like it. I was torture and used, made an object, a sex toy. They were all disgusting, cruel, and rather boring… I mean they did the same thing over and over, and even if I could enjoy some of it, they never did anything interesting. Just got high or drunk, then lazily fuck me and went to sleep right after."

"So… you didn't enjoy any of that?" I asked, worried about the answer.

She looked away, avoiding eye contact. "m… maybe." She then took a deep breath and sighed. "After a while, I just got used to it. I hated it, hated them, but I got used to it. What's wrong with trying to make the best out of a bad situation? They wanted a pony who resisted, and I played along. They were rough but they beat me less, even let me have some chems. What's so wrong with that! No pony was going to save me, not some rotten mare like me."

I gave Plasma a hug as her tears welled up again. "Now don't say that, you're not rotten, or dirty. You're you, and we're here for you. If anything were to happen to you I'll be there to save you. No matter how many ponies I must kill. You understand. So stop saying that about yourself!"

"But-" Plasma tried to protest, but I cut her off.

"No buts! Were going to get through this, remove the curse, and if you still want to get your brains fucked out, then you go do that." I told her, feeling weird as I told my friend that. "Until then, let's get back to the penthouse and cool our heads. We have things to do tomorrow. "

She held onto me a bit tighter. "Thanks Lottery… thank you for saving me from them." She then began to rub my back. "Umm.. when we get back… can we, you know, the three of us?"

"No… well maybe." I looked back at Cold, who shook his head.

"After seeing where she has been, no way!" He pointed.

Focus returned to me as I bit my own tongue. "Right, no… none of that."

Pecan then let out a chuckle. "Well I'm always down. But maybe later, since I got to get back out on the floor. Anyways, I'll let the security know that Plasma is not to be here until further notice." She then trotted over and winked at Plasma. "But if she's ever in need of some relief, just call me."

"So long as she's kept out of trouble, I don't care." I told the zony, giving up on controlling this mare.

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