Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Sixty Six

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Big content warning, Subjects such as rape and abuse appear in tis chapter, so be warned.

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I hated how I had become use to my nightmares, that not even when unconscious was I free from torment. Maybe it was because I had something to blame, a reason for this happening to me then my own mind. Before I always had somepony to blame for my nightmares, but it was in the end myself keeping me trapped in those horrible moments.

I glared at Strife, the one tormenting me, keeping me from any rest.

Her beardly pony shaped black mass smiled back at me, waiting for me to cry out, to beg, but I was not going to give her the satisfaction of it.

The smile dropped to a frown as Strife was clearly getting annoyed. "You've become less fun you know that. I miss the Lottery that would privately snivel and cry before going to the bar and drinking herself into a stupor."

From the inky blackness that was my surroundings a table rose up in front of me, and on it was a keg of beer and a dirty glass foaming with an an off collared, almost black brew.

I tried to push it away from me, but inky black goo held me in place.

The glass moved, attempting to foce feed me the rancid beer, but as soon as it touched me it burst into blue flams and fell, all of it shattering into frozen shards. Both Will-o-Wisp and Rime Frost had gotten more powerful, and though they could not save me, they could protect me from Strife trying to force herself into me.

The mad god groaned at the sight, which gave me some satisfaction. "You know you won't last, eventually you will brake. Everything brakes, all brakes." She said to me, a bitter glee in her voice.

She may be right, and that did scare me. Knowing that eventually I may become a shadow of my former self was terrifying. But it also meant that I would no longer care what was done to me, that becoming broken would at least mean I didn't suffer anymore. Like with the raiders, it was a form of freedom.

The smile returned on Strife, but only for a moment. "Then why not let yourself brake? Embrace me and become free, truly free!"

I took in a long, beep breath, knowing that there was no need to do such things inside a nightmare, but it was a reflex. "Because… It's the cowards way out. And it would be giving up on them, on my friends. I believe they will come for me, I trust they will, and I will not betray them by giving up."

Strife bent over a threw up a putrid black fluid, and then glared at me with hate. "Hope is just another poison, so why keep drinking from it!"

I smiled. "Because it's poison for both of us, and if it hurts you, I'll drink deep of the hope, nonmatter how much I suffer."

She flipped the table at me, smashing it into my face. Though it hurt, it was a dull memory of pain, more me recalling how it should hurt and not real pain.

"Fine, if that's how it is, then that is how it is." Strife then clapped her misshapen hooves, and screens rose out of the inky blackness. Sounds of moaning and slapping of flesh assaulted my ears as I was shown my own violation. "Oh, how many stallions has it been now? One hundred, or was it two hundred. Well I never started counting, but I know most of Grinders troops have had their dick in you now."

She laughed as I watched on one screen me moving my hips for a rather disgusting stallion as I hungrily deep throated the cock of another.

The curse had me in it's threw by the end of the night as one after another stallion had their way with me. My mind about it was still in a fog, but I knew it was by Grinder's order that they all have a turn. Some were far more eager and violent then others, though all of it was still rape. I didn't know how long it had been now, and like what Strife told me, well over a hundred soldiers must have had their turn with me, feeding the curse.

Looking down at my stomach, even in the dream the curse was there, mocking me. It had grown, and now looked simulator to that of Silver Bristle Brush; two hearts that pulsed with magic. Even now, in the dream, my mind struggled to focus, and when awake I only had fleeting moments of true lucidity.

Other screens depicted similar things, and not just of rape, but beating and other forms of torture, but mostly the rapes. And it was not just me, but other mares and stallions as well. Sex slave's being used as rewards for soldiers that had done a good job.

Worst was how I could see the curse changing me, just like I had been warned about. Some subtle with my teeth looking more sharp, or how my tongue seemed longer. Then there were the more overt changes with how my breasts just under the curse had unnaturally bloated greatly, even started lactating. Not to mention how I knew I had become more sensitive, my body quivering to be touched and abused. How I was even sane at this point I didn't know, but seeing how twisted I had been turned sickened me greatly.

One screen pushed it's way to me, and I knew it was of what was happening to me right now. I was chained up in a painful position as a stallion was going as deep into me as possible. My body was more of a display trophy now, where Grinder could watch as I was violated by every creature that came to see him. And right now he watched, but as a battered and bruised Short Fused was being fucked by him. It was a common sight for me, as I was forced to look at him, my eyes forced open by hooks. The only brake from it was when a stallion would fuck my face.

"If you just give in, you know he will let you rest." Strife told me.

I spat in her face, though it just passed through her.

She shrugged and then sighed, boredom taking her over. But then a grin formed on the mad gods face. "You know what… I'll make you beg to being a cum dump trophy." She then vanished, and with her everything began to fade. All except for the main screen, of which became louder and more real.

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Lucidity returned to me as the stallion finished off in me, and I was forced to remember my situation. Grinder laughed as she saw me glare at him, he finished off inside of Short Fuse before pushing her off of him.

I'd laugh if I was not in a worse situation, or that my mouth was not held open by hooks.

"Oh I love that look, so filled with hate and defiance. I just wish you'd scream for me like the first time. But you just moan like a dirty whore." Grinder said in disgust. The only good thing about my curse was that it ruined his torture fetish, and saved me from having to take his dick too often.

Short Fuse limped over, leaking cum behind her. "Why don't you just fucking kill the bitch already. I get using her as a fuck toy, but you got all them others to fuck already."

Grinder swung a hoof back to hit the raider boss, but she was just a step out of range of him. He then snorted in frustration. "Need I remind you that we got other plans for her!"

The raider laughed. "We? Where is the we? I don't want her, I know Tripwire doesn't give a fuck what you do with her, and you're clearly board of of the fucking bitch. The only we in this is the Bailfire Fiends. And the only good she is for them now is as another cursed broodmare. And I'm not even sure about that, since she should have fully transformed by now with how much cock she's taken."

"Maybe so, but until Tripwire has his mass mezmetron spell ready, we can't be trotting on their hooves." Grinder told the raider as he trotted up to me, and caressed my cheek. "So mind what you say or do, bitch."

I tried to move, but the metal frame I was latched too kept me in a position that made it easy for others to fuck me. Worse were the hooks in me, causing pain and unwanted pleasher to pass through me.

Short Fuse trotted right up to me, looking me in the eyes. "I don't know what those cunts want with you, but I'm sure you would beg to be sacrificed to the flames if you knew." She then spat at me and backed away. "I don't know what Tripwire lets those cunts have so much power, we all know their going to backstab him in the end."

"Oh ye of little faith my dear Short Fuse!" The voice of Bandsaw spoke up, causing both Grinder and Short Fuse to glare off to the side. "At least we didn't sell ourselves off to Tripwire for more power."

Bandsaw trotted into view, a wide grin on her face. "Oh right, he didn't take that offer, so you sold yourself to Grinder instead. How does it feel to have a dick in ya that's not your fathers?"

Short Fuse growled in anger at the other raider, but was silenced by a heavy hoof struke from Grinder.

The larger slaver took a deep breath before asking Bandsaw, "what do you want ya raging cunt?"

She pointed a me. "What do ya think ya retareded faggot limp dick."

The raider trotted over to me, unfazed by Grinders murdrus glare. Stopping to glance back at him, and smirked. "What? Is the Branding of the Smelters not fucking enough for you, you want to breed me as well? Sorry, but it's all dead down there. But if ya want to fuck a tomb, go ahead."

Grinder snorted at her. "I know you got spikes up your cunt, ya bitch. I ain't cutting up my dick for your gaping diseased cunt. Now take her or leave, I don't care, just fuck off ya faggot raider bitch!"

"Oh, and here I though we were having a connection. A possible friendship." Bandsaw said mockingly.

Gritting his teeth, Grinder then poked her in the chest forcefully. "I know… I know you're the one who killed Onyx, and you dare trot around with her eyepatch, acting like you're one of us. If we did not have an alliance with you cunts, I would have taken revenge on your head long ago for Onyx."

Bandsaw dropped the fake friendliness, giving Grinder a look that showed that only insanity was inside her skull. "Is that empathy I hear, sorrow even. Is the big bad Grinder grieving for his foalhood friend. How… whimsical."

"Not. One. More. Word." Grinder growled at her before turning to trot back to his throne, Short Fuse limping after him.

It was good to know that at least they were not unified in some cutthroat friendship, though I would have preferred to learn this when I was not the public cum dump. My clarity fortunately came with a numbness that prevented me from wrecking in despair.

But even as I had this thought, my mind was becoming cloudy again, and intrusive thoughts about the next stallion were taking over my mind. Each time it looked longer and longer before I could think again, and longer I stayed as some autopilot slut. How many more will it take for me to be lucid, ten, twenty stallions, or will this be my last free thoughts?

Bandsaw turned her madden gaze to me, smiling with her pointy yellow teeth in a full grin. "Already losing control, ey? How many did Grinder have fuck you." She trotted around me and whistled. "Well look at that, I'm surprised you can feel anything back there anymore." My numb body shook from a hard slap to my flank, not even getting a cry or moan from me. "I guess you can't. Here, I'll… unhook you from this."

I had a vague understanding of what was done to me, though it all blended together thanks to the chems I was forced fed. The same chem Onyx had given me to make everything feel longer, and more sensitive. Except where last time was just once, it had been non-stop until I no longer knew how long it had been.

A day, a week, it may have been months… no, no, not that long, maybe. Hard to remember, to think.

I fell to the ground as my restraints were removed, any strength in me had long been drained out, but even so my hips moved and my tongue stuck out, wanting more.

Pain then flowed through me, a needle, like fire through my veins! My legs found strength, moving without my control, but Bandsaw held me down as I began to shake and flail about.

"Oh that does the trick doesn't it!" Bandsaw said with a chuckle. "You feel it, the power, the strength… oh… oops!"

Another needle thrust into me, and the fire began to cool down.

"Used a bit too much there, almost killed ya." She said, still chuckling.

Once my body stopped convulsing, I began to feel… not more like me, but at least more in control. And when Bandsaw got off of me, I found myself able to stand on my own.

"Wh… what the f… fuck was that?" I asked as I wiped foam from my mouth

"A concoction we like to call Ultra Stampede. Has a bit of everything in, and can turn any pony into a murder machine. It also works well at bringing broken mares back, like you." Bandsaw said as she poked me in the chest, clearly mocking me.

I tried to swing at her, but found my legs sluggish.

The raider shook her head. "No, no. I also injected you with med-Z. It made sure you don't overdose, but also made you so very weak." She then attached a leash to the slave collar around my neck. "Come now, we have an important meeting to attend too!"

As the leash was tugged on, I couldn't resist, and clumsily followed. It didn't help that my slave collar had spikes inside, poking my throat at all times. And as I trotted, my gate felt off, with my inner thighs rubbing against my teats, forcing me to wobble a bit as I moved.

"I… hate… you." I managed to breathe out as we left Grinder's chamber.

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The chems made me feel sick and erratic, but also cleared my mind enough that the curse was not dominating my thoughts. This let me see the Breaking Grounds for the first time as I was trotted into the blazing hot sunlight.

Ponies were everywhere, all in crude gray uniforms and some in the smelter's heavy suits. They were being run through drills, and everything else that the Ursa's Militia were doing, but unlike with the Militia, these ponies were bigger and meaner looking. But many of them had blank looks on their faces and slave collars around their necks, which made me sick to see.

My sympathy aside, there was no way to know if any of those war slaves were once raiders, or were fully brainwashed. Likely, most of them will have to die even if they were innocent victims of Tripwire.

Hanging above this camp was a simple gray flag depicting a golden chin in the shape of a heart. It was cheery and bleak at the same time, as though saying, "you will love being a slave."

"At least Tripwire has tastes." Bandsaw said, also looking at the flag. "Gold Binding's cutie-mark as the symbol. Tripwire's grandmother and last great ruler of the Naysayer house. I heard she was a fine bitch too, and was a strong ally with Mother Madam."

I didn't say anything as I was pulled along. Though I didn't care what they did to me, I didn't want to return to my torment just yet.

Tugged through the crowd of soldiers, eyes watching me all the way, we came to a blocked off part of the camp, where several raider mares stood guard, each armed with Redeye Rifles. Above them was another flag; black as coal, and with a green symbol for a mare in the shape of a mushroom cloud. This was where the Bailfire Fiends were staying.

Entering their territory, the atmosphere changed from oppressive order, to a loud chaotic mess. But if one word was used to describe it all, that word would be Evil.

There were bodies displayed on their patchwork tents, cut open and rotting in the sun. Pony skulls and bones were everywhere, being used as decorations, as part of entryways to tents, and even as toys for the raiders to play with. Then there were the living ponies, mutilated and sickly thin, they were like the walking dead. One group was being used to fan the raiders down, with others as part of the furniture they laid on. Others were being used in a game, standing on a checkered stage as they dogged rocks being thrown at them by raiders, who were betting caps on where they would fall. The rest of the slaves did what I had expected, doing the tasks the raiders couldn't be bothered to do themselves.

But as we trotted to the largest of the tents, the horror of my situation only grew worse. Next to and connected to the top of the tent was a strange contraption of gears. It clattered loudly as six stallions were trotting in a circle at its base, all connected to a wheel they slowly moved it. Each one of them had no eyes, just infested empty sockets in which insects swarmed around. One of them held their mouth open, revealing that their tongue was missing. Worse was that they were all chained together, each one forcing the other to move in unending suffering.

Looking away, I knew there was nothing I could do for those stallions, other than ending their suffering.

Entering the tent, it was like I entered a different world. The putrid smell was replaced by a chemically scent of flowers, the heat was bearable, with a refreshing breeze. There were even plants as green as back home, though they looked more… fake. Several Bailfire Fiends stood around, armed with guns and spears, standing as still as they could, as though like statues. But still I could hear the contraption, and looking up I could see it, a simple yet large fan, spinning above us to make that refreshing breeze.

All that suffering just to move a stupid fan. That alone made me the most angry. Just for a bit of moving air they would make ponies suffer like that!

"So is this the mare?" The commanding voice of an elderly mare spoke up,

Looking over I saw a rather old and diminutive, yet strangely clean looking orange Unicorn mare. No tattoos, scars, or body modifications like with the rest of the fiends. Instead she had on a simple yellow old-world dress, horned red glasses with a chain going behind her head, and her white mane styled up like a beehive.

Bandsaw tugged at my collar, causing me to trip over and fall to the ground. "Yes Mother Madam, this is her, the one with potential."

The old mare got up, and trotted down from her high throne. Only then I realized that the throne, and the stairs going down were all just stallions chained together. As she got closer, the more afraid I felt, as though the old and frail looking mare was far bigger and far more dangerous then she appeared.

Mother Madam trotted right up to me, grinning wide with teeth so white they shined. Nothing about her should be intimidating, as though I was looking at some grandmother… but it felt all so wrong.

"She looks scrumchusly adorbs." Mother Madam said in a strangely sweet tone. "And she was the one who's been cleaning out all those no good nasty stallions?"

Bandsaw nodded vigorously as she kept her eyes to the ground, looking terrified. "Th… that is correct M… Mother Madam."

"Oh don't be that way Bandsaw, I've told you to call me by my name now." The old mare said softly.

"S… sorry, Candy Corn." Bandsaw said nervously.

Candy Corn smiled and then turned to me. "And you, what have those nasty stallions done to you? See, this is what happens when you give them any power, just too aggressive and no proper thought in what they do. Well other than shoving their lower brain in anything they can." A magical overflow covered her horn, and I felt something lightly squeezing my face. It was like she was touching me without touching me. Opening my mouth and moving my head, like I was being inspected. "Oh yes, you are a fine one. Good teeth, well fed, and oh look at those hips. When Bandsaw said she found a perfect mother for my grandchildren, I was skeptical. But I find myself pleasantly proven wrong. I mean, you haven't turned into a breeder either, close, yet not. You must have some strong magic in you to stay a pony despite our curse."

My eyes twitched as I remembered Spine Breaker, and how I was told that his madness was a result of his mother, the mare in front of me right now.

The soft and cheery face of Candy Corn dropped only a little, but for just the briefest of moments, I could see something wicked and insane in her eyes.

"Now tell me Lottery, what was that look you gave me? Were you thinking something impolite? Now be honest with me." Her words were said softly, like she was just a gentle old mare.

I felt compelled to answer, even though I knew she was a raider boss, that she was just another monster. "I was wondering, what did you do to Spine Breaker to make him such a monster?"

She let me go for a moment to adjust her glasses, looking disappointed. "You mean Jawbreaker? Why I didn't do anything to him. But it was such a misfortune that he was born a male though, doomed to be another low intelaget thing that only truly cares about harming their betters. What he became was inevitable, as it's what all males truly are."

Candy Corn used her magic to lift me up onto my hooves, still smiling. "Have you not seen the wasteland? Who do you think made it this way? We had a thousand years of peace and prosperity under Celestia, with every leader under her a mare, and hero's were all mares. But when we let the males have even the smallest amount of power, they ruined it all. Do you not agree?"

"That's all braman shit." I replied

"You think, but look at the damage Redeye has done, what Tripwire will do. Have not most of the stallions here have had their way with you?" Candy Corn asked, but then continued before I could answer. "Face it, you know that what I say is true, you're just delusional, in deep denial. Trust me, I'm here to help you, save you from all the lies you have been fed. What do you think, tell me honestly, from your heart."

"I think you're as sane as a toothless radiator has teeth." I told her honestly and from my heart.

She smiled, yet it was a cold smile. "Oh I like that one, I'll be keeping it in the back of my mind. But sadly… Your honesty has revealed that you're not seeing the truth just yet. A shame, truly. But that can be fixed, oh yes it can."

Strangely my head felt lighter, and a bit… colder. My heart practically stopped as orange strands of my mane drifted past me, being pulled and gathered by Candy Corns magic. Soon she had most of my mane in her grasp, separated from me.

"And I'll be keeping this, it was just too beautiful to not. You must have taken good care of it with how soft it is." With her magic she quickly braided it, and tied both ends with a bow.

Time seemed to have slowed down as I watched, and my face began to burn with rage. Letting go a breath I had not noticed I had been holding, I raged. Pulling as much power to my legs as I could to kill. This bitch.

"You Bitch! " I growled as I pushed myself towards her.

Then everything became a blur, and I slammed into something. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I then pushed myself back up, finding that I was in pain all over.

"Have you not been taught manners, should I wash out that mouth of yours with soap?" Candy Corn criticized me as she trotted over. Levitating around her were knives, oh so many knives. That's when I realized that I was not just knocked back, but stabbed repeatedly, and now was bleeding all over. "What do you say for yourself?"

She was close enough, and my dry mouth now had moisture. So I spat blood at the raider boss, who dropped all the fake, and the real monster showed herself as her face contorted with rage.

But then she went back to that pleasant calm face, in which only her eyes revealed her true wicked intention. "Well, you're too corrupted by the males to be treated so softly. I guess you must be punished, and show why you must act more feminine. Install proper manners into you."

She glanced back, and said. "Bandsaw dear. Have Lottery here take part in that show for the disposable ones. That should help remind her of her manners."

"But, what about the other mare?" Bandsaw asked.

"I don't care, make them fight for it I guess!" Candy Corn said dismissively, but then looked at me and licked her lips. "But before she goose, there is one last thing I must do."

A sharp pain shot through my skull as I again fell over, my vision going white. But as I recovered and looked to see what just happened, something was wrong.

I couldn't see through my left eye!

In front of me stood Candy Corn, and in her magical grip was an eye, my left eye. "This is for my girl's you killed." And with a smile, she shoved my eye in her mouth and swallowed. "Oh, and Bandsaw, bring the loser to the butcher. The meat she had in storage had gone off, and needed something fresher to cook me dinner.

"Y… yes moth… Candy Corn." Bandsaw stuttered and the trotted over to me, and then dragged me out as I just layed there in shock.

My eye, it was… gone.

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"Hay look now, we're like twins, well maybe after you lose a leg, then we would be like twins" Bandsaw said after splashing a healing potion into my now empty eye socket. "Oh, and grow a horn."

I looked at Bandsaw, unable to understand how I should feel. Horrified, enraged, disgusted, paralyzed? No, I was just numb. It was all too much and I was out of fucks to give. My mane, my dignity, and then my fucking eye! Gone.

Bandsaw then wrapped something over my head, pushing my long bangs over it, and tightening it over my empty eye socket. "Here ya go, that should keep the fly's out!" I then realized she had taken off Onyx's eyepatch and put it on me, but I was still too numb to care.

Her face now bear, I saw that where the eyepatch once was… a normal eye? Where her uncovered eye was brown, this one was a bright vibrant red that sparkled like a gem. It didn't seem real, like it was a glass eye made of cristal, but when the pupil shrink in the light, I knew it was a real eye.

She then noticed me staring at her, and became very tense. "What the fuck are you looking at! I ain't no Redeye, bitch." Bandsaw growled, as she covered her Cristal eye. I could see through the madness and savagery, for a split moment she was terrified. "Keep staring and I'll shank ya like the fucking others."

I looked away, finding the mood swing was jarring. But then again I was reminded of my own loss as I touched the Eyepatch. "W… why the fuck you have an eyepatch when you have an working eye?"

Glancing at the raider, for a long moment Bandsaw stares at nothing, still covering her crystal eye. Her lip then twitched as she slowly looked at me, and then tilted her head, a snarl forming on her face. Bandsaw then stopped her rusty peg leg and chuckled. "My eye, my eye. I told them I was not Redeye, but they did not. Chained me by my leg and used me for so long, that I became a grown mare, my flesh growing around it. Because of my red eye."

She then smiled wide, showing her rotting teeth. "They died, I don't know why, but I was left to starve. So I ate my own leg to get me free. All because they thought I was Redeye!"

I shrank back as she glared at me. Her red crystal eye seemingly glowing with magic.

Bandsaw then got muzzle to muzzle with me, and whispered. "It was unfair and cruel. It hurt so much that I screamed my throat raw day in and day out. But through it, I became free, and so will you."

She then shoved me back and laughed. "All you need to do is let yourself go, and embrace the pain and suffering, Lottery. Then you will come to understand that we are right. That the pain we feel, it must be shared to all. Through pain and suffering we can all become free."

I knew raiders were insane, but hearing it from a raider itself was deeply disturbing.

Bandsaw then pulled out a canister of Dash, and inhaled the chem. "Ohhh, that hits the spot… oh right, you go now, and Don't die!"

She then dashed at me, spinning around and then bucked, launching me out of the tent we were in and onto a stage.

Cheers erupted and I found myself surrounded by Grinders soldiers, all with hungry eyes. Loud hoofsteps drew my attention to a slaver mare with metal hoof shoes dragged another mare in rags. The slaver then took a deep breath and shouted, "Looks like we have a pre-show! Take your bets, which bitch will kill which. Winner gets to be the bitch, loser… well dead is dead."

The crowd stomped their hooves in excitement, kicking up dust and dirt.

The slaver on stage then dropped two rusty pipes and smiled. "You know what to do. Oh and the winner also gets to rest. Aren't we so generous and kind!" And then trotted away.

Looking down at the pipe and then up at the mare, she was a thin thing, a unicorn with a cracked horn. It was clear she had been abused much like I had been, and the look in her eyes were half dead.

"Yo… you don't have to… do this." I managed to croak out.

but the mare shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. Her horn sparked as it managed to pick up a pipe, and with a scream she charged.

My body was still sluggish, so I didn't even attempt to pick up my pipe, only managing to dogged the first blow by falling back.

With a woosh the mares pipe swung over head, missing me. She was clearly not a fighter as she stumbled from the swing, and when attacking me on the ground, she swung too far back, telegraphing her every move.

Despite my sluggishness, I managed to avoid the second strike, but I knew she would eventually get a hit in, and I would be dead. So with a kick from my back hoof, I easily knocked the poor mare off balance and caused her to drop her weapon as she fell over. The mare looked scared for a moment, but then continued her attack, now trying to beat me with her cracked hooves.

The hits laned, but didn't do much damage. But then her horn sparked again, and I knew what was next. As the second pipe was lifted up to strike at me, I attacked. Pulling what strength I could I swung my hoof into her face. Blood splattered as she stumbled back, a long gash from where my hoof connected now bleed from the mare's face. It looked as though she had been slash by a yao guai, though I didn't have my gauntlets.

Pushing myself up, she fell to her knees, crying as she looked around. The mare was trying to survive at any cost, but so was I. There was no way out of this, not unless a god descended to stop this madness. But I knew none of that was going to happen.

"I'm… Sorry." I told the mare..

She let out a pained scream as she charged at me. But she was sloppy, and I could read her movements easily. So with another hoof strike, it connected with her face again, but this time with the snap sound of a bone breaking.

The mare howled in pain, her jaw bent at a painful angle. It hurt to see it, and made me sick that I did it to her. She was innocent, a pony I should be saving not harming. But there was no saving her, or me. One of us was going to die, and I couldn't let it be me just yet.

Trotting over to her I took a deep breath and then grabbed her by the neck. Pulling the mare into a choke hold, the most I could do for her was make it painless. With as much strength as I could muster, I twisted until I heard a sickening snap, and she went limp.

Letting go of the mare, the crowd cheered wildly.

Looking at my hooves, my blood covered hooves, I wanted to scream, to cuss them all out. But only a whimper came from my lips.

The sound of the slaver mare's heavy hoofsteps returned, along with several others and something… else. Two soldiers quickly dragged the now dead mare away, and my stomach churned in disgust as I knew what was going to happen to the body.

"Now for the main show!" The slaver mare shouted, "time for the bitch fuck!"

They cheered as I grimaced. If it was going to be another ganged rape, I could endure. The curse itself was already returning, so soon I'll be a drooling whore anyways.

Looking up, I forgot how to breathe for just a moment. Held by a leash was a really big and really ugly dog, almost the size of a pony. The thing drooled through its muzzle as it looked at me with a predatory gaze.

Stumbling, I attempted to run, but I was quickly grabbed and forced down. They had the usual restraint ready for me, quickly placing them on me. "No…. Please, no." I pleaded to uncaring ears as a spread bar was placed between my back hooves.

Looking back in horror and morbid curiosity, I saw as they directed the Fillydelphia hound to me, its misshapen red dick dragging on the ground.

Looking away and shutting my eyes, I felt the monster sniffing my privates, its hot breath sending a shiver of disgust up my spine. Clenching my teeth, the hound mounted me, and I felt it enter me. My insides stretched as it pushed… then pushed mora, causing me to moan in pain as something even bigger was being forced into me.

I let out a scream as the whole thing was forced inside of me, causing my body to go limp. Was it over, I knew it wasn't, it never was. So as my body convulsed, once again betraying me, and moving on it's own for more, I let out a breath I was holding and began panting from the pleasure that so disgusted me.

My mind became a haze as the beast savagely violated me to the cheers of the crowd. And when I thought it was over, or I would pass out, I was given a chem to keep me somewhat ludic. So drool flowed from my mouth as the curse took me over, and I felt myself slipping back into nothing more than an animal that cares for nothing more than for cardinal lust.

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