Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Six

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After my third drink I was feeling a lot more relaxed, and when the stallion they sent me started to show me around, I was more than happy to follow him. His suit looked even tighter then the last stallion, but that might have been my imagination. He was a lot friendly though, which was nice.

"Here we have our casino floor, where ponies can gamble to their heart's content." The stallion, Cornbread, explained to me. "As you can see, when this place was built by the Ministry of Morale, they chose the colors of dark purple and bright pink over the traditional red and black. For ponies who want new things that are also old things, was the reason given."

Indeed this part of the Ursa Den was a wash with those colors, and not just painted, but also in light. Crazier were the black lights along the ground that made ponies seemingly light up, with the white and other bright colors glowing. Amazingly the employees lit up the most under the black lights, with star patterns on their outfits that were almost invisible before now glowed brightly. It was awesome!

"On the floor above we have our theaters. There you can watch one of several classic movies, or sit in on a performance by one of our more talented members." Cornbread explained to me as he pointed at some stairs going to the next floor. He then got closer to me, his side brushing up next to mine. But if you're more interested in something more simulating, we do have our Red Light Showroom."

"Red Light Showroom?" I asked.

Cornbread whispered into my ear. "Exotic dancers, and other adult performances. If you really like a pony there, you can request a private show, and get to know them intimately.

I blushed profusely, and chuckled nervously.

"Maybe a normal show would be a good idea." I thought out loud.

Cornbread smiled. "Then let me show you the way."

The theater was packed with ponies who looked ready for a fight. Many were armed with blades, guns, and similarly looking crude armor that must have meant they were all part of the same group. On stage a drunk looking red stallion in the same armor had taken over, annoyed dancers standing behind him as he addressed the other ponies watching.

"Today is a good day!" The red stallion spoke, eliciting a cheer from the others. "We made quick work of that slaver camp, those fuckers didn't know what hit them!" Again the crowd cheered. "So celebrate, soon we will continue our march to Fillydelphia!"

My ears had perked up at hearing all that. "Wow, more ponies fighting the good fight." I said out loud.

Cornbread nodded, but then said with a flat tone, "But I wish those vigilantes would stop jumping on the stage. A lot of us get paid by commission here, so it's hurting our pay."

A bigger pony then the red one then stormed onto the stage, in the barely fitting Ursa outfit, and began pushing the red pony off. All while the crowd cheered, for who, I didn't know.

Once the stage was clear, music began to play, and the employees on stage began dancing, kicking their frill covered legs up into the air. Mares dancing on stage didn't interest me much, so I returned my attention to Cornbread, the stallion already having a drink ready for me.

"We have several different performers working here, from the dancers you see here to comedians, and even a singer. Just check the schedule board to see when they will be performing." Cornbread explained as he pointed at a board on the wall above the door.

I just nodded, not even attempting to read what was up there. Seriously, why was everything labeled with writing, it was just so inconvenient.

Wanting to change the subject, I fluttered my eyes at Cornbread and sipped my drink before asking him. "How about you, what shows do you put on?"

The stallion smiled, a few of his teeth were missing and they had a yellowish glow from the black light. I was unsure if that was normal or not, as my Ma and Pa teeth were in a similar same way, though my brothers and I had a full set of white teeth.

"Well that's not part of my job, miss. But I can introduce you to a pony who works as part of the Red Light. They are far better at private performance." He suggested.

I was feeling more curious now, though a bit disappointed that he couldn't intertwin me himself. "You mentioned the Red Light before. What exactly is it, other than another dancing place like this?"

"Well not exactly like this." He answered a bit nervously before explaining. "It's for exotic dancing, like I had said before, but also a brothel. Probably the best brothel on the east coast actually. All the ponies there are clean, thanks to our preventive care and medicine, and they're well trained for the job. Also, they cater to almost any desire you could have, so long as you pay. It's all thanks to Mistress Sparkling Delight's management. Some even say she might be a changeling with how good she is at it, though never say that around the Boss, Grizzly Deal."

Again heat rushed to my face as I thought about it, all while I sipped on the drink. I don't know why, but I wasn't all that opposed to the idea of taking the caps I had and getting a stallion for an hour. Ever since I passed through Chrysalis Motors I've had sex on my mind, maybe even before that because of my short time with the mule Daral. Tripwire might have been right, and I just needed to do it to get it out of my system. But just buying it, that still felt wrong.

Shaking the thoughts from my head I decided to change the topic, if only a little. "Who's Sparkling Delight and Grizzly Deal?"

"Oh sorry, I'll explain. Grizzly Deal is the owner of this casino, and is effectively the mayor, and Sparkling Delight is her sister. They took over during Redeye's rule, and have been phasing out slavery in the region over the past few years. I don't know the details, but they used to have been his allies but had a falling out long before the Lightbringer showed up. Actually, in the last month or so, thanks to them the slave trade has been all but banned in this region." He explained.

"That sounds awesome!" I exclaimed.

With a loud flop, the red stallion from the stage put himself between me and Cornbread. He had a big grin underneath his well trimmed beard as he looked at me up and down. "I know I am, cutie. Say your parents must be damn good farmers, because you're like a damn fine head of lettuce." His eyebrows wiggled as the smell of booze creeped from his breath.

I was a bit confused about what he was saying, but I liked how he somehow knew that Ma and Pa were good farmers by just looking at me. "Thanks, Ma and Pa did their best at the farm. Said that there's nothing better than good old fashioned pony power."

The red stallion laughed. "Too true. So you're a farmer pony, same here, my family had a farm a ways south of here. If not for that bastard Redeye, we'd still be there. But we're taking it all back, and then some. With Daisy Chain pulling us along and my colts applying the pressure, we're going to knock down everything Redeye built."

"That is amazing, I actually left home to help too." I told him. "Names Lottery."

"Dynamite." He said, reaching out with his hoof, and I met him with my own, shaking it.

"Say, you want to join us, we could always have more hooves in the fight. Not sure what those… NCR ponies are doing, but once we join up with them, those slavers are doomed. What do you say, I'll even give you a private ride on my tank, Daisy Chain is its name." Again Dynamite wiggled his eyebrows.

This was exactly what I wanted, to go out and do some real good, join with other good ponies like the Stable Dweller's NCR. But then I remembered that I was already helping somepony that will help the wasteland. "I'm sorry, but I'm already in the middle of something. But I'd love to join you once it's over."

"You can at least join me for the night, feel the wind as we ride over the hills." He said as he placed a hoof on mine, intentions became clear.

I looked past him for a moment, seeing that Cornbread had already left, off helping another employee, so I returned my attention to Dynamite. Not that I didn't like the attention, but Dynamite was quite a bit older than me from what I could see, likely as old as my Pa. If I was going to be courted by a stallion, I would rather it had been Cornbread.

"Thanks, but I'd rather pass." I told Dynamite.

He didn't let go. "Oh come now my fresh little carrot, not every day you get to spend time with a pony who leads a professional militia."

A snort of laughter came from behind Dynamite, and we both looked over to see a mare holding a pitcher of an foamy amber liquid, of which she was drinking out of. She was rather rough looking, yet beautiful, her multicolored mane was short and stylishly wavy, but she also had a burn scar along the side of her neck. Overall she looked wild, dangerous, and strangely beautiful. "Sorry, but trust me, your ragged band of militants are far from professional."

Dynamite looked indignant at what the mare said. "And what does a…" he then huffed, "a raider knows about being professional?"

Looking closer, her armor indeed looked similar to the Brain Nail raiders I had passed by earlier in the day. It was made from what I could guess was road signs and motor wagon tires that were crudely tied together and decorated with a few spikes. Topping it off was a mix of bright colors and a few skulls painted on. But most intimidating of all were all the explosives and bottles with rags sticking out of them that smelled of oil.

She took a long swig from the pitcher, leaving some of the foam on her muzzle when she was done, then smacked her lips in satisfaction. "Shatter Hoof raider to be accurate, you know, the raiders taken over by Gwadina Grimfeathers."

My ears really perked up at that. "Wait, ain't that the group the Stable Dweller help out or something."

The raider chuckled. "Fuck ya, and I'd tell you, that day was fucking nuts! We got a show from that Velvet Remedy dame, then the boss's head blew up. Oh and then the fucking dragon showed up! Now that made sure nopony dared to fuck with the Stable Dweller. After that we all fell in line under Gwad's command."

"If that's true, then why aren't you at Fillydelphia, isn't she leading the siege there?" I asked.

Dynamite laughed. "Probably because this raider cowardly ran away."

The raider slammed her pitcher down, sending some of the beer flying. "FUCK YOU! I got my own fucking reasons, so piss off, ya dig."

She then looked past Dynamite and over at me. "Oy dame, why don't you come with me and have some real fun. And unlike the fucking assholes here, I'm not going to try and fuck ya raw when you pass out. Not into that kind of shit unless you pay me too."

Dynamite scoffed. "And why would a delicate mare like her want to go with a savage like you?"

"Like I said, I ain't gunna try to rape her ya creepy old fuck." She said sternly.

I was feeling a little more sober, and what the mare said rang a bit true to me. So far almost all the stallions had been trying to get uncomfortably close to me. Then there was Daral. I had yet to make a mare friend out here.

But then again she was a raider, but one who worked with the hero Gwad, and likely took part in the fight against the Enclave. So she couldn't be all that bad.

Finishing my drink, I got up and trotted over to the raider mare. "Alright, I'm kinda new to all this."

She smiled, showing surprisingly clean and flat, if a bit yellow teeth. "They call me Molotov, Molo for short. Now why don't we get you something nice to wear. I was already planning to stop by the shops myself."

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As it turns out, this place made their own clothes, and they were more than happy to take the hides I had on me as part of my payment. The real problem was figuring out what to wear, as almost everything they sold had a bear theme to it, and everything was in the same color pattern.

"Try this on!" Molo said as she pushed what looked like a few scraps of cloth at me.

"No." I told her, this being the fourth odd clothing she tried to put on me.

I was grateful that she didn't want to fuck me, and it did help stop me from thinking about it, but now I felt like a dress up doll. Except I was a pony, not some stuffed rags in the shape of a pony.

"Is there something that's cute, yet practical?" I asked.

Molo sighed. "Sure doll, I know exactly what you want."

After a moment she pulled out a relatively normal looking dress, not too long or short, but it did have the Ursa Den paint job, including the stars that showed up in the black light. This I was fine with, as it was cute, and reminded me a little bit of the old world fashion.

After that I got myself some boots and a cute puffy hat that didn't have the little bear ears on it.

"That's fucking adorable!" Molo commented. She had gotten a new outfit on, having put her armor away. It was surprisingly feminine, being a frilly short skirt dress that covered one side of her flank, and stockings that went up most of her back legs. A large floppy hat topped her look off, though she still had her bombs on her.

She had turned out far less raider like than I thought she'd be, though vulgar in the way she talked, Molo was actually quite friendly. I had been planning to duck out away from her when I got the chance, but later felt that it would be rude with how nice she was. Molo also smelled down right pleasant compared to the Brain Nail raiders. If it was not for the spiky armor she had, I would never have thought she was a raider.

Leaving for the casino, I had to ask her, "why are you doing this, I'm a stranger after all."

"To be honest, it's because you're clearly not from around these parts, and not some stuck up merchant or an asshole militant." She said as she nudged me. "Also us mares got to look after each other. That and ya scream easy target to every dick and cunt out there. Trust me, lots of assholes are out here who will booze a mare up for an easy fuck and run."

I instinctively averted my gaze at that last part.

"Oh, looks like I was too late, you poor thing!" She then got closer. "Tell me about it."

I felt uncomfortable talking about Deral, but at the same time it bothered me that there was nopony to talk to about it. About a lot of things.

So I told her. About my first time having sex, and my frustrations up until recently. She was a stranger, but I needed somepony to listen to me.

When I was done, I was startled by Molo hugging me. "Ya poor thing" she said as she let me go. "I mean it happens to the best of us, but like that is really unfair. Those fucking scavengers really do steal anything they can get their hooves on."

Molo then jabbed my shoulder. "Now this Tripwire fella, sounds like you got a crush."

My face flush as I felt surprised and embarrassed by her accusation.

"Oh don't be like that, he sounds like a swanky fella, and rich too. You'd be blind to not take a liking to him. Though his name sounds familiar, I just can't quite place it." She said before shrugging. "Well whatever, let's have some fun and then help ya out with ya's love life."

"What?" I said in confusion.

Molo laughed. "Oh come on, it's not that hard to read it on you. You're thirsty for a stallion, and want it to be that Tripwire fella. Seen lots of mares like ya, all interested but holding back. I'll get ya all pretty up later, then you can take that stallion."

She then trotted off to the casino as I processed what she just said. "Wait! Molo, what do you mean by that? Molo!"

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I was introduced to the game of poker, where I proceeded to lose most of my caps over the next two hours. It was a learning experience, mostly because I found that I'm terrible at the game and should never play it again.

Still, it was a bit fun.

Fortunately, Molo had managed to win some chips before we quit. After that she took me to a shooting range, on my request, as I wanted to property test my rifle. The sights were still a bit off, and I never got the chance to adjust it.

*Bang!* My rifle went, the shot drifting a bit to the left. It was better than last time, and now I was sure it was the barrel that was the problem.

"So you really jury-rigged that shit yourself?" Molo asked, sounding impressed.

Aiming down the range again, I fired. The bullet hit much closer to the target, so I moved the sight a tad more, leaving it a bit at an awkward angle.

"Ya, my Pa showed me how to put things together." I told her as I pulled out my single shot flare gun.

She whistled in surprise. "This… it's a bona fide piece of shit. Still, impressive that you're able to make your own guns with whatever crap you have lying around. If ya been a raider like me, you'd be really popular, with how most of our guns broke all the damn time."

I liked the compliment, but not the raider part of it. "Thanks… I guess."

Molo then pulled out what looked like a pipe with a smaller pipe sticking out of the front and a long rectangle box out the bottom. She then pointed it down range and let it roar. The thing firing out a deafening amount of bullets.

After a moment of watching her grin like a mad mare, my hearing finally returned. "The fuck is that?"

"It's a Fillydelphia street cleaner." She said before pulling out a second one. "Took them during the first raid on Fillydelphia, they may be made from scrap and junk, but those factory griffins knew what the fuck they were doing when making these guns."

"You were actually there, what happened?" I asked

The happy look on her face just stopped for several seconds as she just stared off at nothing. "Not enough." She grumbled before aiming her second street sweeper down range and fired.

This time I covered my ears, saving me from going temporarily deaf again.

The happy look on Molo's face had returned as she put her guns away. "You know what, let's stop fucking around here and get to making ya all pretty up. Trust me, that stallion will find you irresistible."

Again I found myself following her, feeling very concerned as she led me to what was called a mane salon. Here several mares sat about as other ponies trimmed and styled their manes and tails, along with cleaning their hooves and fur.

A rather fancy looking pinkish white Pegasus stallion trotted over, he having a thin mustache and a pinker mane that looked like it was made of feathers. "Molo! Darling! Back so soon? And who is this cutie?" His accent reminded me a lot of Low Pressure, but more natural, and less annoying.

"Sunset you dashing fella!" Molo said as she gave the Pegasus a light hug as though they were long time friends. "This here is my new friend, Lottery, and she needs to get all pretty up."

"Let me guess, for a stallion?" Sunset said as he looked at me with a pouty face. "Oh yes, there's a lot I can do, but first a lot that needs to be removed."

I then grabbed my mane protectively. "This took forever to grow, I'm not letting anypony cut it!"

Sunset gave a hoity laugh. "Please, I'm not some wasteland butcher, I'm an artist! I've quaffed the mane of the rich and famous from all over the Enclave. Now I quaff the mane of ponies who so desperately need it the most."

Molo did a mane flip, showing off how it bounced and sparkled. "Trust me Lottery, it's like magic what he does."

With a sigh, I let go of my mane. "Alright, but please keep it long."

Smiling, Sunset pointed to an open chair. "Simple enough, just take a seat and I'll get started."

I was unsure what to expect, only ever had Ma touch my mane, but Sunset was rather gentle, first spraying it with water before brushing it. Then came the trimmers, and I cringed as I heard the sound of my mane being cut.

Trying to distract myself, I began talking. "Are all Pegasus like, you know, you?"

He chuckled. "Oh by Celestial no, so few are as fabulously handsome as I. But why you ask, I can't be the first Pegasus you met."

"No you're not. Earlier today I came across another, a raider boss… I think. His name was-"

"-Low Pressure." Sunset said with a sigh. "I'm so sorry that was your first experience with my kind."

"You know him?" I asked.

He huffed. "Know him, I used to date him."

Somehow, I could imagine it. "So what happened?"

"What didn't happen!" He again huffed. "Well you see, Low is, well, was the son of the jurisdiction governor. Who were a long standing political family dating back to the founding of the enclave. So you can imagine the power and influence they had. With the territory was arrogance in nepotism, but that was nothing new in the Enclave."

Sunset brushed my mane some more before returning to trimming. "Not saying it was all bad. Low was a good lover and remarkably beautiful, like the Pegasus from ancient history, as though he was cut from the clouds itself. Unfortunately he was an unabashed narcissistic, and nothing could compare to his love of himself."

"Then how did he become a raider?" I then asked.

He sighed, not slowing down as he continued to trim my mane. "That's a mystery to me. When the clouds fell, we all tried to stay together, to keep to the idea of democracy. Their first act was to have a vote, which incidentally was to exile Low Pressure from our little Enclave. Turns out proclaiming that you're better than everypony makes you more enemies than allies. Also no mummy and daddy to threaten everypony to play nice."

A comb smoothly brushed through my mane as Sunset began adding something that smelled of flowers into it. "After that it became a purity spiral and I got out while the getting was good. Fortunately Ursa's Rest needed a mane dresser and I am the best. As for Low Pressure, he was always good with his tongue, in many ways. I'm sure he sweet talked and fucked his way into power, it's what he's good at."

I was a little taken aback by the story, but having seen the stallion, I was willing to believe it. "Well I guess he should be reasonable if I ever come across him again. Tripwire was able to pay him to let us pass."

"Ehhhh" came from Molo, "Trust me, if a group has gone raider like them, it's just a matter of which side of the bed they woke up on if they're really crazy or not. Would never stay around crazy ponies like them, way too dangerous. "

"But you're a raider too, right?" I asked Molo.

Molo shrugged. "Technically the Shatter Hoof Raiders are, but we mainly harassed Redeye caravans. Most of our ranks were from freed slaves and ruined merchants. So raiding was a step up for us, not a step down. Still violence and shit was common, lots of angry and bad ponies in the ranks, but the local Talons kept them in check most of the time. Out here, it's full of chem brain rotted raiders. Survival of the most vicious and cunning. You can tell by how twitchy they are, or by the smell. Evan at its worse, I at least still bathed and didn't take the hard chems."

Sunset washed out whatever he put in my mane before adding something else. It strangely felt nice, really nice.

Molo continued. "If some pretty stallion Pegasus got in charge of a raider band, it must have been by luck. I bet the bastard is in constant panic while acting all big and mean. It's rare, but not unheard of. Never ends well for bosses like that."

After spraying some more water on my mane, Sunset then again washed out what was in it as he added to the conversation. "Maybe. Low might have been a bastard, but he couldn't even fight his way out of a cloud. I do worry about that beautiful bastard, he never was malicious, just arrogant and dumb."

A mirror was then placed in front of me, held by Sunsets wing, with another mirror in his other wing, giving me a view of both sides of my mane. "What do you think, got rid of all those split ends and all the oil out." He said with pride.

I was speechless, my mane shined, and didn't have strands poking out of it. It was like a mane from the fashion magazines, though unstyled. I never thought it could ever look this good before.

Molo chuckled. "I'd suggest giving it some curls, but with a mane that long, I'm already stretching my caps."

Looking at her, I couldn't help but feel grateful, as we were still strangers. "Why?"

She rolled her eyes. "Like I said, we mares gotta stick together. And maybe you remind me a bit of my sisters and aunts back in Fillydelphia, though a lot more innocent. I guess I'm just feeling nostalgic, that's all."

Sunset then clapped his hooves to get our attention. "Alright ladies, sorry to interrupt, but I need to work on Miss Lottery's tail. I never leave a job half done."

Turning around, Sunset started his work on my tail, all while the three of us chatted. The conversation had moved onto our daily lives, nothing too gloomy, though Molo was more tight lipped. It was all rather pleasant, making me wonder if this is what it was like having friends, that it was just having somepony to talk to.

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The day had grown late and the sky dark, though Ursa's Rest remained active, just with a lot less ponies about. Molo had gone her own way, meeting up with some ponies she knew, wishing me luck at getting my stallion.

It was a bit embarrassing, finding that more ponies were watching me. The attention was now making me uncomfortable. So I quickly trotted over to the motel Tripwire told me about, planning to get some needed sleep.

What I didn't expect was to bump into Onyx Heart at the reception desk.

"Oh there you are, Lottery, was it? I needed to speak with you." Onyx addressed me before cocking an eyebrow. "Well look at that, the dirty wastelander cleaned herself up…" she sniffed the air. "And got rid of that stench too. Let me guess, you visited that salon."

I was unsure whether to be mad or not, she was right after all. "Ya, a pony introduced me. It feels really nice, and got rid of that itchy feeling in my scalp."

"Won't the wonders of proper mane care never cease to amaze." She said with a sigh before clearing her throat. "That aside, since you're helping Tripwire reclaim our property, I'll let you know that you'll need better gear then what you have there. So I hope you saved your caps. It's location just so happens to be in a conflicted hot zone, raiders and more. A real shit show."

I physically gulped.

Onyx sighed. "Thought so. I've already scheduled a meeting with the Ursa's Den boss, she's a bitch, but an understanding bitch. You can get a loan from her and get yourself some good gear. Tripwire will be doing the same, as a precaution."

She then trotted up to me, whispering in my ear. "Oh, and don't try to stare at his flank too hard, his dicks mine in the end. If you try anything, I will know, and I will make you suffer." Her voice filled with a malice that bordered on madness.

With a soft chuckle, Onyx trotted away, leaving me frozen in fear.

After a minute, I slowly regained my composure, turn my attention to the disinterested mare behind the reception desk.

Retiring to the motel room I found it hard to get to sleep as I layed in the dark empty room. The bed was better than anything I had been in before, and the room was quite pleasant. But it felt too big and too empty.

So when Tripwire entered, I couldn't help perk up and greet him. A slight hope he would notice how much better I look tingled within me. "Hay, how was your day? Mine was fun."

He sighed. "Just dealing with a few assholes, and will deal with more tomorrow. Now why are you still awake?"

"I was… waiting for you." I lied, a little. What Molo had told me was still running through my head, and Onyx's warning was still following me.

Eying me carefully, Tripwire then raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You cleaned up real well, and… that's a nice outfit. Don't tell me you're trying to seduce me."

My face flushed with surprise and embarrassment at his dead on accusation. "What! No. I mean… maybe…"

I then puffed up my chest and fluttered my eyes. "What If I was?"

Tripwire relaxed, looking amused. "First off, you're doing a bad job of it. Second, I'm not sure you understand what you're asking for."

I let my ears droop at the failure. "Right, you're with that Onyx mare. Sorry, I asked something I should've. "

He then laughed. "Me and Onyx! Trust me, we are not that close. That mare is a bit possessive, and needy, but nothing close to a serious relationship."

I don't know why, but I breathed a sigh of relief.

Tripwire then trotted over, sitting next to me on the bed. "She's beautiful, that's for sure, but not really my type. Plots too much, thinks she is smarter then she is. Unlike you."

This time I raised an eyebrow. "Unlike me?"

He nodded, then reached over to place his hoof under my chin. "Too many ponies think too much, and don't focus on what needs to be done. Unlike them, your head is clear of those useless thought, and in its place, purpose. I find that a beautiful thing."

I found myself frozen, focusing on him calling me beautiful.

"You think… I'm beautiful?" I asked as I played with my mane.

Tripwire paused for a moment, then smiled. "How can I not think that?"

That was all I needed to hear, and pushed him over. Since before meeting Tripwire I couldn't get what Daral and I did out of my mind, and it was driving me nuts. The ponies offered themselves at Chrysalis Motors, even that older red stallion! Why dose everpony want to fuck, and why do I want to as well!

I felt a hoof gently caressing my thigh. "Miss Lottery." Tripwire said calmly with a chuckle. "This is why I suggested you get it out of your system back at the Duchy." I then felt something hard press up against my backside and he sighed. "Then again, I'm guilty of that too."

"But I'm not some mare who sleeps with anypony… I only want to be with stallions I like." I said with a pout. Then raising myself up, I guided his now hard dick to me and slowly into myself, taking it all.

I groaned and moaned as my hips were gyrating and trusting, beardly focusing on anything but the pleasure. After a wonderfully long moment, he then came inside me, and the exhaustion of today hit me at that moment. Collapsing on his chest, I was panting, but I felt good.

Tripwire let me stay there for a moment, patting my head. "If this is how you want things, then be warned, I'm not easily satisfied."

I nodded and we kissed. After a short rest, we then started again, not stopping until both of us were out of energy.

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