Fallout Equestria: Lionheart

“You are already bred,” He growled, as she twitched and spasmed as though a stroke and an orgasm and a demonic possession were fighting tooth and claw for control of her body.

Sighing, he sat up on the bed and looked away from her, facing a wall as his eyes looked right through it and stared off into nothingness, his tail carefully taking off his overfilled enchanted condom. It had swollen to the size of an overfilled garbage bag, but he knew what he had to do with it, knotting it up and tossing it to the ground with a wet splat as he tried not to think about how many beings with magic that seed could have sown in a better world.

“You're so good...” She moaned, as the aftershocks continued to fuck her. “You're so good!”

“I know. I'm gonna go take a shit, alright?” He said, getting up and walking to the bathroom, ignoring the disgusting shit she said in response.

Alone, he decided to sit down in the shower and wash his monster cock off while he was still somewhat hard.

All fourty two inches of his barbed crimson blade felt soiled, defiled.

He had to admit it... He was getting sick of fucking strangers.

His one release, his only way to forget about how ugly some considered him until the sex was over...

It didn't satisfy him like it used to.

It felt empty, hollow, meaningless.

It felt like a waste of time.

It felt like a lie he told himself to avoid having to confront the truth.

And then he started to cry.

Was this...

Was this it for him?

Was this what he had to keep doing, day in, day out?

Was she what he had to keep doing, day in, day out?

Hours in that stupid fucking tech store.

Hours in that stupid fucking butler whorehouse boning strangers.

Hours of studying tech and learning to fix it, with just a few hours left to sleep each day, all for the sake of his dream.

Years of losing hours of his life to this and that, every single day, every single week, in every last month of every year.

And then what?

All for his dream, to own his own tech store that also fixed shit.

What if what happened to his father's business happened to his?

How was his business possibly supposed to compete with the megacorporations in bed with the government when they were rich enough to pay zero taxes, and would only have to pay a small fee to any sufficiently dirty politician in parliament to get an artificial monopoly on any particular service or product granted to them?

How was he supposed to see any future for himself in a world so utterly dominated by selfish grass-gobbling cunts, they thought it was normal to dominate everything and everyone while calling themselves a rebellious resistance heroically and stalwartly resisting invisible imagined oppression from their rape victims?

The Nobles, those sick fuckers were sick in the head. They believed anything they didn't yet have absolute control over was oppressive and only able to exist despite their best efforts due to some secret conspiracy just as evil and all-consuming as their own, a secret conspiracy responsible for every failure they ever experienced and every Noble politician's failure to fulfill their campaign promises that didn't involve grabbing power. They loved to claim a secret conspiracy kept them down, when the real conspiracy propped them up and gave them undeserved power over the good and true. Why were they allowed to consume taxes to stay rich and waste cash on fake zombie businesses and vote for more power that could never truly satisfy them, when they'd be so much happier having all their needs taken care of at the taxpayer's expense in the padded cells of a mental health clinic that specialized in cheaply containing incurable creatures without morality or reason?

At least in a place like that, those sadistic fucks wouldn't be able to hurt children, or hurt adults, or hurt a good man's capacity to produce enough bountiful plenty through business and hard work. Society needed to be rich before it could afford decadent moral luxuries like keeping mouths that weren't directly contributing to productivity fed. And this society wasn't rich, it was starving. It was starving the workers and killing them with a rapist's cruel smile on its face, gleefully choosing suicide as the delusional herd galloped over the edge of the cliff while censoring and destroying anyone good enough to try and warn them of reality.

This world had so many problems that needed to be solved if he and those he cared about were going to have a future.

But what good was the desire to solve the Noble problem choking his people and his civilization to death if he was not willing to act on it?

He was a fool.

And he was going to change that.

He was a slave laboring day in, day out, for slave-owners who hated him.

And they didn't care if their slave labor killed any of his kind.

They didn't care if they killed every single slave or forced them all to rebel or die trying.

They weren't in this for money.

They weren't in this for sustainability.

They were demons, and they were in this for the perverse fun that came with destroying something better than themselves.

Somewhere out there in the hellhole outside his Shelter, there was a thief who stole food to survive.

And he didn't care who he had to steal from, because he was a survivor. He was going to survive, or die trying.

He stole from pregnant women.

He stole from the young.

He stole from the old.

He stole from the helpless.

He lied, he cheated, he stole, he betrayed.

Anything to keep himself alive for another day, or contribute towards building a buffer of resources that could keep him alive on slow days without any good opportunities to steal.

And if he was given the chance to retire for good and obtain a steady stream of safe food, he'd happily give up the dangerous life of thieving, lying, giving others a reason to want him gunned down.

He could be a cruel and selfish bastard when he felt he had to be, and he still had more of a soul than any Noble down here, because while this theoretical thief was a cunt because circumstances forced this upon him, these Nobles were cruel and self-defeatingly evil for fun.

Sparky's people had fought wars in the past to free slaves, and there had been slave-owning empires long before his people were born, long before the continent of Equestria even had its name.

Despite what prey-dominated schools taught children of every race, ponies did not invent slavery.

Instead, ponies had the unique distinction of being the only ones to fight wars in foreign countries to end slavery worldwide, once they (eventually, but faster than anyone else) agreed that slavery is actually pretty bad.

But after becoming the dominant force in the world, to the point that Zebrakind's war on Ponykind was primarily made difficult not by some unspoken Zebra ingenuity but by foolishness on the part of the ponies in charge and betrayals from ponies brainwashed into thinking they should put Zebra needs before Pony needs, they allowed themselves to be dominated and backstabbed by lying thieving cunts they somehow still thought they could save and turn kind with kindness, even though they were not of the kind kind.

Ponykind fell because it allowed too much evil to persist. You could say they were the biggest monsters of all for having the inherent goodness necessary to know what evil is, and trying to tolerate it anyway. They tolerated slavery, they tolerated idiocy, they allowed Equestria to fall and allowed monsters to pick at its carcass. They allowed this Stable to exist, never considering the consequences of turning so many ponies into fast-breeding small-brained rodents.

Now what did the future of this miniature world have to look forward to? Zero-hour contracts and unpaid internships and "work experience" programs to be a thing. The young were enslaved, exploited for the benefit of the oldest, richest, cruellest 1%. They were the Nobles in charge of the hateful cowards who loathed the poor. And what of the foolish pseudo-idealists who rejected reality and substituted their own excuses for facilitating and enabling the exploitation of the young and the rape of the future? They were fools, demons, rapists that needed to be stopped. Rapists that needed to be shot.

He was a fool.

He was a caged beast.

And some day soon, he needed to break out of this cage and take Luna with him.

That 'Church'...

There was a chance it could help him be free.

That was his last hope.

Hope, and faith, in that Church.