Author's Note

This is not the direct sequel to Fallout Equestria; Radio Static. This is a side story of RS. If you're expecting a lot of action in this, then you're mistaken. This is mostly about story.

The wording in this story might come off as a bit strange, but that's how it's supposed to be. From the perspective of a slave, in a society that's supposed to differentiate from ours, the odd wording is a creative choice. Plus, dabbling with vocab and spelling is something I do a lot.

001

I pressed my stomach to the soft bedding below me, biting down on the pillow as he slid out in attempts to stifle a moan. I winced my eyes shut to the sensation of him.

His hands gripped my flank as he panted, slowly getting off me before collapsing down on his back beside me. He broke into a small chuckle as he turned to me, caressing my fiery mane. My eyelids fluttered open to the sight of him as I panted in turn.

"You're my favorite..." He whispered breathlessly, before leaning in.

His lips pressed firmly to mine, and behind the kiss, my eyes closed again instinctively. His tongue intertwined with my own as he held me close to his naked form, allowing me to recite another soft moan.

He pulled back after a moment with a string of our mixed saliva hanging between our lips as we gazed into each other's eyes once more.

"I should purchase you all to myself..." He whispered again, kissing my nose.

I let out a small giggle as my colored wings fluttered to his contact. I brought one of them forth, wrapping him in a cocoon of warmth to the best of my abilities, seeing as I was lying on my side.

"I'd love that, master..." I whispered back, nuzzling into his neck. The musk of his sweat from our previous rounds drove me mad.

He let out a small chuckle, petting my mane as he whispered into my ear, which flicked frequently in response.

"When it's just us, you can call me Vector."

A soft blush developed on my cheeks as I pulled back, looking into his eyes once more; red staring back at red.

A momentary glance at the unit, which stood firm at the exit of his quarters, revealed to me that it was staring back at us behind a blue, artificial glare. Vector laughed.

"Don't worry about it, dear. Robots aren't sentient. It's just you..." His hands gripped my firm, sore flank. His fingers dug into my tough, hot hide, kneading my tender muscles. I arched my back in response, whimpering under my breath needily. "... And me..."

Letting out another fit of giggles, I scooted closer to him, grinding my hips.

"You wanna go for round six?" I bit my lip with a sultry gaze, glancing down at his excitement. "I aim to please..."

"Hell yes." He grinned.

"Maybe I could... heh... put these lips of mine to good use..."

He grew quiet in what I perceived as anticipation as I kissed at his lips...

... And then his neck...

Shoulder...

Chest...

Upon reaching his nipple, I teasingly bit at it, to which a light moan escaped him.

"012..." He whispered breathlessly.

"And my tongue..." I replied in the same volume, before tracing it around his nipple, lighting sucking on it after. "I'm yours..."

I shimmied down the length of his body, leaving behind a trail of my kisses down his belly; stopping for a moment to tongue his belly button.

My wing caressed his side; the fluffy, warm feathers against his smooth skin driving both of us into an even more satisfactory state.

I kissed at his navel...

The base of his shaft...

The tip... followed with a lap of my tongue... from the sensitive underside to the top...

He shivered in pleasure in response, causing a wry smirk to curl on my lips.

Excitement further developed in my nethers with a hunger as I took in his addicting scent.

I parted my lips around his shaft, sliding his length in and pumping my head as he moaned quietly.

"012... hah, fuck..."

His pleasure was my fuel. I pushed in, nearing his base as my wing moved around; the feathers massaging his balls.

I closed my eyes, taking in the senses...

"Commander Vector."

His moans stopped as I ceased in unison, staying glued to his length. I looked up at him curiously.

With a disapproving look up at the ceiling, he sighed.

"What is it?"

"Are you alone?"

"Not exactly." He spoke in a near whisper; frustration growing in his tone as he grit his teeth.

"Then make your present company scarce."

"Can it wait?" He asked impatiently. "012 and I are kinda busy..."

"No. It's urgent. Code N-D1."

His eyes grew wide before he lifted his upper body, supporting his weight with the palms of his hands pressed firmly against the mattress. Had his dick not been impaling my throat, he would have shot up out of bed in a panic.

"S-shit... alright, give me a minute."

His erection was already going limp...

Whatever this ND-1 was, it really killed the mood...

Reluctantly, I parted from his member and sat up.

"Sorry, 012... I gotta take this..." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Damn it..."

"Can we try again later tonight?" I asked with a curious head tilt. "It sounds like you'll need to relieve some stress after whatever this call is about. Who better than me to release it on?" I grinned.

He chuckled lightly, but I could see in his eyes that something gravely disturbed him.

Regardless, but with hesitation, he nodded.

"Sure. We can try again tonight." He turned his head to the unit at the door. "CM-108, comply."

Immediately, the unit stepped forth. "Present, awaiting orders."

"Take 012 to her assigned room." With a faint smile, he paused. "And... if she asks, satisfy her needs."

"Affirmative." He turned to me. "Move along, Subject 012."

I stood up on all fours, my legs quivering from the exhaustion of our activities. A little climax dripped out in response, to which I giggled softly.

"Sorry, Vector." I glanced back, blushing with embarrassment.

"I'll have a War clean it up later." He said with subtle laughter. "Get going now, 012."

<>

We made the long descent of the orbital platform with the company of others that shared the same circumstances. No words were exchanged. No looks.

Windows and steel stronger than titanium kept the vacuum out and the artificial oxygen in.

The world outside held a sad beauty, even from orbit.

The land, scorched as far as the eye could see. With large patches of ashen clouds, held great colossal towers that led to other space stations like the one I departed.

Some of them went without the orbital platform that Warhorse and I occupied, but great sky bridges connected a variety of towers to the other, which ultimately led to the central complex. The structure we descended.

Massive ships went to and from orbit like clockwork, taking rest in the loading bays of towers and the stations above. To the stars beyond, some went.

I didn't know what lied beyond those stars. But I dreamt of it... a lot.

I didn't even know what the atmosphere of Equus was like, apart from a simple description.

Hot and radioactive.

That was all I got.

Upon reaching the central complex's tram station, I was escorted to a shuttle parked in a rail system.

Overhead, in bold, yellow, militarized font much like my code that was printed on my flank, was the navigation, 'CAMPUS 0.2.4.6.'

The only difference from my mark and the label apart from the text was that my code was printed in a shade of black darker than the smoky, ashen colors of my coat.

Many others were in my same situation, being escorted by the Warhorse units back to their residential sectors. Still, none paid others any mind.

An uncanny sight was the mixture of Warhorse and Silence units standing guard, optically scanning the room like sentries; weapons drawn.

Something strange was happening. Silence units only came out when something big was going down.

The tram doors slid open with a ping, and in a single file line, four escorts stepped in; myself and CM-108 being the fourth.

No words were spoken from machine, pony, zebra, griffin, or thestral. Only the faint hum of generators, air filtration, and hooves against the steel walkways sounded across the expansive tram station.

CM-108 followed me into the tram that was due for Campus 0.2.4.6.

The doors slid shut behind him with another high ping over the speaker.

No one dared look at one another. Even still, not a word was ushered. I was no exception. I kept my eyes locked on the window to my right, sitting on my haunches as we traversed the skybridge to a smaller, but still massive tower.

The air outside was red with molten heat. The earth was cracked and scarred.

Freighter ships moved to and from towers in the distance. To and from gaping holes in the surface of the planet.

The station rumbled, and the glass of the window panes vibrated as an armada of spacecraft that consisted of frigates, cruisers, and battleships moved in for the same pit.

Everyone, save for the units that accompanied us, watched in ominous silence.

What the hell was happening?

The zebra that shared the tram with me glanced in my direction, perhaps to get a hint of explanation.

But immediately, both his guard and CM-108 stepped up.

"Cease contact." 108 declared with a menacing, deep, metallic tone.

Immediately following his response, we averted our eyes from each other. The griffin kept his eyes on the fleet that soared the reddened skies.

"Look into the void." The zebra's accomplice spoke, to which I instantly closed my eyes.

"Darkness." Me and the other subjects spoke in unison.

Through my eyelids, a dull blue light swept past for a moment. The rounds put into me slowly disintegrated, along with any grime and dirt my coat may have picked up after my last shower.

The wall of blue swept through my body once more. This time, from tail to head, before shutting off completely.

"Reveal." The unit spoke.

I opened my eyes as the others presumably did, just as we approached the entrance to Campus 0.2.4.6.

The shuttle docked, and the doors once more slid open with a notifying ping.

First, the griffin and his companion disembarked. Then the zebra and his, the thestral and his, and lastly, 108 and I.

The station was empty of mechanicals and organics, save for us. After the ping of the doors closing occurred, all was quiet.

The four escorts diverted course with their tethers - zebra was the first door on the left, griffin for the first door on the right, and thestral for the far right. I was directed to the door on the far left.

0.2.4.6.

The hangar door to our wings screamed open as we stepped forward, revealing the massive corridor I knew better than what sat outside the walls of the structures. The doors weren't the only thing screaming, I discovered...

"Please!" A mare called out, her belly pressed firmly against the floor as she wailed.

A steel hoof of a Warhorse unit applied harsh pressure against her spine as she screamed in pain.

I kept walking for fear of ending up like her.

As we passed the two in silence, did I hear her spine shatter within her just before her screams escalated.

"Failure to obey the command of proper and timely arrival to fulfill one's purpose is inexcusable, Subject 099. I suggest you crawl to your superior before he grows more impatient."

I dared not look. I didn't have to. Her wails echoed down the corridor as she barely managed to crawl.

Just as we turned a left corner at a four way intersection, did her screams cease with a single flechette round, eliciting a brief flinch from me.

"Halt." 108 said, to which I did just as instructed.

He stepped up to my side and stared at the door on our right for a few seconds in silence, before a holographic series of circles with intricate designs appeared over the closed passage; spinning each of their own unique pace.

Gaps began to cut through the circles, one at a time, and as they rotated, the gaps began to align. A bright red rectangle slid through; the trail of gaps making way for the center of the bright blue design.

Once the way was clear, and the virtual mechanism reached the center, the whole display blinked twice with a familiar ping, just before vanishing altogether. The door slid open.

"Subject 012 is issued with Dorm P-586 for the duration of 12 hours. Nutrient pills will be issued in 6 hours."

I nodded and stepped into the room, to which the door slid shut behind me, locking down.

The room was bare. Only a bed, which was built into the wall to my left, accompanied me here. It was neatly made, and the linens, as always, were as fresh as fresh got. I could smell it from here. A pleasantly rich aroma.

I stepped up to the mattress, and without pulling the covers up, laid down. My back sank into the soft comfort as I stared up at the white steel ceiling of the alcove that was within arm's reach.

After a moment, I closed my eyes as a wave of exhaustion overwhelmed me. Both physical and mental.

This was the only time I could show my true colors. Show the real me... The me without a mask to appeal to my masters, to the machines. To appear as a machine to their cause...

Because no one was around to see it for themselves...