Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

Chapters

Ch. 2, Nopony Rides for Free.
Ch 3, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 2.
Ch 4, Ruffled Feathers.
Ch 5, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 3.
Ch 6, Heavy Metal Maiden.
Ch 7, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 4.
Ch 8, Of Love and Loathing.
Ch 9, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 5.
Ch 10, Gunpowder Blues, Part 1
Ch 12, Gunpowder Blues, Part 2
Ch 13, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 7.
14, The New Mare in Town.
Ch 15, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 8.
Ch 16, Lost
Ch 17, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 9.
Ch 18, Found.
Ch 20 Flask Shaker's depraved journey, End.
Ch, 21, Ritual.
Ch, 22, Gunpowder Blues, Part 3
Ch1, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 1.
Ch 11, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 6.
Ch 19, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 10.

Ch. 2, Nopony Rides for Free.

Nopony Rides for Free.

The rhythmic rattling of Midway's cart helped keep the unicorn stallion's mind focused as he pulled it down the long soggy road. He would have taken the shorter route, but the raiders in this area liked to set up a checkpoint on it, in which nopony here ever did anything to stop. And he was not about to pay any of the fees they demanded. Midway was too few in caps, and had no chems to pay them with, not that he liked dealing with chems in the first place. What supplies he did have he couldn't afford to lose or he’d risk having to sell his cart just to eat, which was not going to happen. Nor was he going to fuck the raiders to get through, which was always a bad gamble from what Midway had seen and heard. Since the raiders in these parts were more likely to just keep their victim and sell the pony off to the slavers that regularly pass through here.

So it had taken him several long days to travel this far just to avoid the raiders and mutants, and it would be several more days until he got to the Ursa's Rest trade hub. With how long it had been taking him, it was understandable why so many merchants paid for Redeye's protection. As costly as it was, he'd likely already been at his destination by now, and moving onto Friendship City. At least Midway had stocked up on plenty of hard tack and purified water, so as long as he was not attacked, he would be fine, and making out with a decent profit.

“Hello!?” the voice of a mare called out.

Slowing down, Midway cocked his revolver, fully knowing he was still in raider territory, and anything could be a trap. Scanning his eyes around, they fell onto what at first looked like a lump of mud, but with eyes. The earth pony mare took a step forward and Midway drew his revolver.

“You there, not any closer! Who are you and what do you want?” Midway demanded, keeping an eye out for an ambush.

“S… Sorry.” the mare said with a trembling voice. “I… I’m Pecan…. And I was wondering if you… if it’s okay to let me ride on your cart. I’ve been well… trotting for a long time, and I don't think I can make it the rest of the way.”

This was nothing new to Midway as he holstered his revolver. She was just another wastelander; cold, half starved, likely sick, and definitely looking for hoofouts. “Let me guess, avoiding the raider checkpoint?”

The muddy mare nodded. “My Ma and Pa always told me to never go near them. Said that even if I had the caps or chems to pay em, they would just keep me anyways. So I took the long way around, and got caught in the rain and mud.”

Midway rolled his eyes, thinking that she was a typical wastelander with a high opinion of themselves. At best they’d just rape her for a day and then try to sell her off, since most wastelanders aren't worth the fuck unless you’re drunk or high. Still, it wasn’t going to hurt him to at least help her out a little.

“Right, well can you at least wash yourself off first, I don’t want my merchandise to get any more dirty then they already are.” he then pointed to a rather nasty looking puddle, it having a rainbow shine of some sort of magical contamination on its surface.

Surprisingly, the mare nodded and did just that, only adding to Midways low opinion of the mare. She likely already had a mutation or two if she was this carless.

It had been a few days since Pecan last washed herself, Pa having taught her that mud was the best camouflage in the wasteland. Everything was either brown or gray out here, and the unending cloud cover kept things rather dim. But now she was starving, and her legs were considerably worn from days of unending trotting. She needed this ride or she was not going to make it to Ursa’s Rest.

Watching the mare, Midway cocked an eyebrow as the mud washed off, leaving a pinkish mare with dark blue stripes. A zony was exceptionally rare and one with colored stripes too. She also didn’t look as thin as he originally thought she would. Still thin, but it looked more natural then from the starvation that plagued wastelanders. Actually she looked strangely healthy for a wastelander, and rather… cute.

“Say, where did you come from, and why are you out here, if you don’t mind me asking? The name's Midway by the way.” He politely asked.

She shifted her eyes nervously as she washed the last of the mud off her, a bit of the rainbow slick clinging to her hooves, yet not bothering her in the slightest. “I… um, I’m from the Harvester farms further south… Ma and Pa recently died when raiders attacked. Got 'em good, but they got got too. But when my siblings from Pa’s first two wives came around, they were not too keen to keep me around, so they ran me off. With me not being a full blooded pony and all. So I’m hoping to start anew in Ursus Rest, maybe see if they need a farmpony.”

A bit more than Midway thought he was going to get, but not all that out of the normal. If he had a cap for every time he came across a pony tossed out of their home due to family bickering, he’d have over a hundred. And knowing how situations like this gose, it wouldn't be a week or two before she was sucking cock for a few measly caps. That or dead in some back alley, or gone raider out of desperation.

“Alright, but before you get on, we need to talk about payment.” Midway told Pecan, and she cringed at that, which was not the best sign for her. “You're wanting a ride, and seeing you got no weapons on you, you're also going to rely on me for protection. On top of that, I’m betting you want some food and water. Well none of that comes free, ya hear.”

“But… I have nothing. My siblings took everything and threw me out. It’s just a ride, and I’ll be real quiet, I promise.” Pecan pleaded.

Not his first time hearing that, and will not be his last. Everypony is out for themselves out here, a lesson Midway learned the hard way long ago. To Midway, It was best to make boundaries here before other ponies think to even try to take advantage of him. Fuck or get fucked as the saying gose. And it was not like he would get a chance to be around such an exotic mare again any time soon.

Now that he thought about it, Pecan was close to his type.

“Here, listen filly, no pony is without nothing to trade. If ya got nothing but your body, then use your body.” Midway told her.

Pecan was stunned at the statement. “Y… you're talking about prostitution! That I can’t do, no way can I”

“Then I’ll just be on my way then, as you have nothing else to trade.” Midway told the mare, making sure to pull his cart forward a step to further make his point.

Nervously, Pecan bit onto her hoof. Knowing that she didn’t have the strength to chase after the stallion if he did leave. She just didn’t have the energy. “But you're asking too much.”

Taking another step forwarded, Midway saw the mare flinch, clearly not wanting to be left behind. So he gave her a little push. “Alright, how a quickie, nothing much, just until I finish.”

“But” She said, still nervous about doing even that.

“Then a blow job, otherwise I’m wasting my time.” Midway began to move again, making sure to go just slow enough to give the mare time to think.

“Fine!” she shouted. “I… I can do that. So just let me ride, please.”

Midway gave his best Merchant smile. “Alright, but payment is up front, not later okay.”

Slowly trotting over, Pecan trembled as she said, “I… understand.”

Removing his rains, Midway sat back and took a relaxed position, giving Pecan full view of his sheath and balls. “Oh, and if you bite me, the deal's off, alright!”

Pecan nodded, unsure how to even start. So reaching out, she touched the sheath with her hooves, knowing what it was and what to do. Her Ma and Pa were never shy about loving each other, so she had unintentionally seen them having sex several times.

How'd Ma do it? Pecan thought to herself, digging up the uncomfortable memories.

Fondling Midways balls, slowly drawing out his cock, Pecan cringed as she looked at it. It wasn't anything she hadn’t seen before, Brahmin, Dogs, and other animals had cocks too, but this was the first time seeing one so up close, much less touching one belonging to another pony.

Doing her best to swallow her nervousness, Pecan steeled herself as she continued to rub Midway's cock, watching it become fully erect. She didn't want to do this, but she also needed the ride, and there was no guarantee another pony would pass by anytime soon. And if they did, the next time they might not ask like Midway had.

Licking his cock, it didn't taste good, but it didn't taste bad either. Then again, Pecan never had much of a sense of taste in the first place. Something she inherited from her Ma, who had a bad habit of eating anything that got into her mouth, no matter how rotten.

Midway watched, noticing that Pecan's tongue was nearly black, as she sloppily licked his cock, it’s clearly her first time doing this. Which was good for Midway, as it meant she was probably clean from any STD's. Though her clearly being a mutant was a bit concerning.

Then again, Midway thought, it did make her more exotic. But Midway didn't take part in the slave trade. Too many dangerous ponies involved in that now, all wanting their cut in the caps. Last thing he needed was a bandit paying him a visit for encroaching on their territory.

As the thought ran through his head, Midway realized he was only barely enjoying the blowjob. Pecan had begun to suck, taking it into her mouth, but hardly going in deep. And after a sloppy minute, Midway shot his load.

Pecan cringed back, taking the last pump to her face as she stuck her tongue out, cum dripping off her dark blue tongue.

"Fuck was that!" She said, spitting midways cum to the ground. "Is it supposed to do that?"

Midway sighed, having barely even enjoyed it, and telling the mare, "yes, it does that. Now you can get on. I have plenty of food and drink, but only half a bottle and bar, they need to last the rest of this trip."

Pecan nodded as she washed her face off in the tainted puddle and trotted to Midways cart. It barely rocked as she got on, so putting his reins back on, Midway continued forward.

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Night fell onto the wasteland, blanketing the land in pitch black darkness, making further travel impossible. Midway had pitched a tent, feeling moisture in the air, meaning the rain would soon come. Fortunately this meant they were at no risk of raider attacks, so Midway brought out his storm lantern, its light able to keep some of the smaller critters away.

So as the rain began to fall, both Pecan and Midway settled in for the night, needing to squeeze up next to each other in the small tent.

"Tell me…" Pecan spoke up, having barely said a word since the journey started. "Do I have a chance out here?" She asked.

The stallion sighed. "To be honest, not really. Nopony is going to trust some pony from nowhere, not unless you're willing to do some dangerous work. Sorry to say, you don't look the type to go off killing things. You're likely to be taken in as a slave at best, at worst a slave heading to Fillydelphia."

Pecan felt disheartened by that, her own siblings telling her that she was good as dead out here. She did have a well off uncle in Filly, but Pa never much liked him, and warned her that he was just as likely to make her his sex slave as he was to help.

"But." Midway then said. "You could always sell yourself first. The casino is known for taking care of their slaves and workers, and are quite protective of them."

Again Pecan cringed at that, the idea of being a slave not sitting well with her.

"Just saying, if you have no skills ponies want, and are going to end up a slave anyways, best to choose who owns you, then a pony just taking you. Other than that, stay away from the chems, as addiction is a sure way to go raider." Midway informed the mare.

"Oh… okay." Pecan said, then returned to being quiet.

The two would quickly drift off to sleep, the patterning of the rain like a soothing lullaby. And the sawing, unending sawing.

Midway woke up in the dark, the sound of Pecan's snoring preventing him from staying asleep. Concentrating his magic to the tip of his horn, a dim glowing orb appeared, helping him see. Looking over to see the mare, Midway sighed with how defenseless she looked.

Her flank was sticking out at him, tail up, giving him a view of it all. Both her anus and pussy were tight looking and untouched. Then Midway got to thinking, to wondering if any other of her parts was like her tongue.

It wouldn't hurt to look.

Turning his lantern back on and keeping the light dim, Midway began inspecting the mare, moving her body with his magic. Pecan was in a deep slumber, almost as though dead if it wasn't for her shallow breathing and snoring. Looking inside her mouth, though the tips of her gums were pink, but like her tongue, further in was the same almost black dark blue. And holding his own breath, he saw that her other end was the same. Almost all of Pecan's insides were a dark blue, even her clit.

She then let out a slight moan as her leg twitched.

Freezing for a moment, Midway then relaxed as she started to snore again.

Though he had relaxed, his cock had not, it was still annoyed with her barely okay blowjob. So another thought crossed his mind, that she had barely paid him for all this. So why not take more.

Positioning the sleeping mare on her side, and keeping a leg slightly up, he positioned his cock between her thighs, and began slowly moving his hips back and forth. With each thrust Midway wanted more, needed more, and he would take more.

With one more thrust, he felt his cock enwrapped in the tight warmth of her pussy. His cock pulsed and quickly Midway pulled out, shooting a load on her back.

That's when he noticed the snoring had stopped, and trembling breathing from Pecan could be heard. "P… please… stop. It's not my safe…" She whimpered.

Breathing heavily, Midway looked at her, wondering what he was doing, not hearing her words. But as he tried to rationalize all this, he still couldn't get the feeling out of his head. That he wanted more. And he knew she wanted it too, why else was she in his tent, or agreed to suck his cock. He knew she wanted this just as much as he did.

Pecan yelped as she was rolled onto her back and under Midway, her heart racing with horror as he said. "Cone now, you want this just as much as I do."

She shook her head and tried to close her legs, but Pecan was still too weak, and could not resist the stallion. Letting out a whimpered as he then forced his way into her, all Pecan could do was cry as she was raped by Midway.

Grunting loudly, Midway had never been with a mare so tight, and better yet, zonies like her can't get pregnant, so it was fine. With a thrust, a trickle of blood came from Pecan's cunt, it signified that she was no longer a virgin, so he kept on thrusting. And finally it came, his body pulsing with pleasure as he began pumping his seed into her, it feeling nothing like before.

As warmth began to fill Pecans insides, she lay there motionless even as her body pulses with unwanted pleasure. She knew this was bound to happen, she was warned about it, and now it had happened. Pecan felt stupid, for not seeing this, and stupid for not seeing that her siblings hated her so much. That she was alone in the world, with having buried the only ponies who cared about her.

As Midway began to start fucking her again, Pecan began to understand that Midway was probably right. Nopony was going to want her, not out in the wasteland, but right now, Midway did. It hurt as he thrusted into her, but the pain was dulling, and as the pain dulled, pleasure rose. Right now Pecan was wanted, though it was only for her body, but she was wanted.

Both horror and pleasure mixed as Pecan began to move her own hips in rhythm with Midway's thrusts, making it all the more pleasurable, even if it hurt more. And then she leaned in, mouth open, like how she had seen her Ma and Pa do it. Midway reciprocated kissing her, which only fogged Pecan's mind more with pleasure.

She again thought, remembering what he had told her, that she wanted this as much as he did. It felt wrong, and she knew it was wrong, yet she needed him to survive right now, and right now he wanted her. So despite the wrongness, it also felt… right.

Midway then held onto Pecan's slender waist tightly, pressing himself deeply into her. Once again she felt him pump his load into her, and this time she accepted it, wanted it.

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"Alright, it's best to avoid about all the merchant stalls here, since the majority of trade here is the slave trade. An exotic mare like you would be worth quite a lot to the right pony." Midway explained as Pecan was deepthroating his cock. After a few days they had crested over a hill and Ursa’s Rest was in sight. The large Ursa shaped building was outlined in the cloudy sunset, an unmissable landmark for this area. "Instead you should go straight to the casino, the big bear building at the center of town, and request work there. You might get lucky and get a normal job, but you're guaranteed work in the brothel. No chance they'll pass up an exotic mare like you."

Midway's eye twitched as he orgasmed in her throat, and as Pecan pulled back, opening her mouth to show his load, she then swallowed it before asking "And I don't have to sell myself into real slavery?"

He shook his head. "The family that runs the casino are major slave traders, but they follow the old rules of the trade. Contracts for paying off debts, or putting criminals to work. That kind of thing. Nothing like how Redeye does things now. So it'll cost them less to just have you simply work for them and let you pay for your own living expenses. Also, it should open you up for other jobs if you gain their trust, since you're not at risk of running away. And if you save up enough money, you'll have an easier time changing to a new job later."

"And don't become addicted to chems." Pecan added, having been listening to Midway's every word with hazy eyes.

Patting her on the head, Midway felt a bit guilty for what he did, but now that she was acting like a cock hungry whore, it wasn't like he was going to stop her. Anyways, they still had one more night together, and there was still more to teach his little whore.

A sense of wrongness still lingered in Pecan's mind, but the feeling of being wanted by him overpowered it. Anyways, it was too late to turn back now. Having been counting the days, she knew it wasn't what her Ma called a safe day. So rubbing her stomach, she knew a piece of Midway was going to be staying with her. And that peace will need her and love her.

Ch 3, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 2.

Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 2.

At first Flask Shaker had a hard time in the wasteland. It was dark, wet, and had so many aggressive critters that she was sure she'd die within a month. But luck was on her side, and she came across a friendly group of ghouls who took her in. Mainly because she knew all about brewing potions and chems, and that many of them suffered chronic pain from their ghoulification, requiring strong painkillers to relieve.

So Flask's profession was in high demand in the wasteland.

Still, she was again the outsider of her group, which this time didn't bother her as much, since being a ghoul was something she was not interested in. She wasn't even sure she would become one if she tried to turn herself. Also, none of the ghouls in her small community even understood how it happened, just that in their previous home, some ponies slowly turned into ghouls and others just died of radiation poisoning.

They did suspect their water filtration device might have been contaminated, so they advised Flask to be extra careful when boiling and filtering her water.

Another strange thing she was not used to was all the attention she got, since she was not only the only non-ghoul, but she was also one of the few mares. So they were quite a bit nicer and often flattered her. Which left her feeling conflicted, as she enjoyed it, but it was all coming from stallions that looked a bit like slightly burnt, over ripe, and dry fruit.

So as her ancient and barely holding together lab equipment bubbled with what should be Ultradash. Flask would have tried it herself, but the ghouls were animated that it would gibe her a heart attack. So instead she had her glowing mushroom tea, with traces of mentals and some mild pycnotic chem she brewed earlier. It tasted terrible, but both helped her relax, and got rid of any radiation in her system. Which she was sure she had in her, since eating over 100 year old packaged food was likely not good for her. That and other things she has had in her body.

Flask really wished she still had a pipbuck, even the really old ones the stable kept in storage would have been nice.

"Hay Flank Shaker, good news." Cast Iron called out as he trotted into Flask's room. He was one of the least degraded Ghouls in their group, still having a main and tail, even if it was only half. He contributed to him still trying to live a normal life by eating regularly and not just letting his body get too damaged. Truthfully, he still looked like a normal pony, just horribly scarred. "We managed to make that deal with the ghouls in the cratered city, and got ya those supplies you've been bitching about."

"Really!" Flask said in positive surprise. "I thought they wanted nothing to do with outsiders, how'd you manage that?"

"Not easy I tell ya. But it seems they've been needing more food lately. Copper Pipe thinks they got pets or something, but no way they are so secretive over pets. But we hunted them the food, and they gladly hoofed over the nerd shit"

Trotting over, Flask gave him a little kiss on the cheek, right where his fur was still thick. "Well thanks. If this goes well, we should have a good batch of Ultra Dash to sell."

Cast Iron rubbed his cheek as he said. "Only if the others don't take it all for themselves. They're getting rather twitchy since the normal shit doesn't work well on them. Makes me glad I didn't turn to chems to deal with becoming a ghoul." He then paused for a moment. "And you better not even try them either, Flank Shaker, that shit will kill you for sure!" He reminded me for the tenth time.

Flask carefully removed the lab equipment from the box, finding the things she needed to more efficiently make the concentrated dash. "Ya ya, I know. And can you stop calling me that, my name is Flask Shaker, not Flank Shaker. Makes me sound like some whore or something."

A chuckle came from Cast. "Ain't what you said the other night, when ya were sucking dick."

Pointing a beaker at Cast with her best annoyed glare she could muster, Flask told the ghoul. "I was high at the time, and drunk. Don't go thinking I'll ever do that again, so quit that nickname."

"Alright, but you’re the one who started it. Anyways I think the nickname is cute." Cast playfully teased as he trotted over and bumped his flank with hers. “Anyways, you were actually good at it for a beginner. Who knows, it might be your secret talent.”

Flask rolled her eyes at that, and said flatly “My secret talent is being a whore, yay.”

Cast chuckled. “Hay now, you're the one calling yourself that. I think it just means you make an excellent lover. A mare that any stallion would be lucky to have and rut. Makes me jealous of whoever you end up with.”

"Oh will you two stop!" Copper Pipe grumbled, another ghoul in this community, he trotted in with a permanent scowl on his face. Unlike Cast Iron, Copper looked truly un-dead. The other ghouls said he was once a rather good looking stallion, and was very popular with other mares. But he took his ghoulification poorly, and stopped taking care of himself while heavily self medicating. Now the pony he was before no longer exists, not even his dick remains.

He glared at us with his scratched milky white eyes. "Unlike some of us, I'm working hard to improve our lives. Living somewhere better than in this underground shithole metro, I thought at least a Stable pony would understand. If we can make those caps, then it's Tenpony tower for all of us. But no, you're too busy flirting to do shit!"

Copper turned to leave, still muttering his complaints.

With a sigh, Cast looked at Flask, his eyes, though damaged, still looked alive. "Again, sorry about him. We don't even know why he wants to go to Tenponytowe, it's not like any of his ex-lovers would take him in. Worse, the tower's security would likely mistake him for a feral and shoot him on sight."

Flask shrugged. "Ya, it seems a bit much. But he is right, this metro tunnel is a bit… you know."

"Ya… maybe it is time we all pack up and find a new home. The local raider tribals are getting more aggressive lately, and some big creatures have taken over one of the mushroom caves." He then smiled at Flask. "Actually, with your skills, it might be much easier to convince one of the larger settlements to let us in."

Helping Flask put the new equipment away, the two then settled down to share some mushroom booze, though with extra added in.

"Oh ya, that hits the spot." Flask said as she drank the chem spiked booze. Her own blend that helped her relax, have fun, and keep the radiation poisoning down.

Knocking back the drink, the Cast was also enjoying it. "I don't know how you do it, Flank Shaker, but this is fantastic!"

"Of course it is, I made it! And stop calling me that!" She protested as she turned around and wiggled her flank. "I mean it's not even that good looking."

"Trust me, it's a fine flank." Cast said as he trotted over and slapped it, getting a squeak from Flask. "I don't know what's wrong with that Stable of yours, letting go of you like that. You are beautiful, smart, and actually fun to be around. Their loss I say."

She glared at Cast, but with a flushed face. "Stop lying like that."

He grinned back at her. "If I was lying, then why do I want to tear up the sweet flank of yours."

Flask blushed. "Maybe because I'm the only non-ghoul mare here?"

"I still see other mares, ghoul or smooth cotes, but you're still better by far." Cast further flattered Flask.

Trotting to her lab counter, falling over as her drink started to hit her harder, but she got back up and again looked back. "But what about my eyesight and my four left hooves? Or that my mane and tail are always a mess."

Cast Iron trotted over to her, brushing off some of the dirt from her face. "Flask, my sister was born with five legs, I had a friend who had two pupils in one eye. And before my ghoulification, I had breathing problems. Nopony out here is perfect, and even those who are at least normal have bigger problems to worry about then if their genes are good or not."

He then took a nearby mirror and pointed it at her counter for Flask to look at herself with. "You're fine, better than fine actually. So stop doubting yourself and accept that you're a beautiful, if awkward mare. Frankly, we're still confused as to why you haven't left us yet. Most normal and healthy settlements would gladly take in a mare of your talents. By Celestia, I bet you'd have your pick of the stallions to fuck."

Flask's heart went thump. Though crude at the end, she found his words absolutely romantic, and it might be her booze talking again, but she was seeing him as a really handsome stallion. If not for his ghoulification, she was sure she'd have jumped on his cock by now. And the more she thought about it, the more she thought why not go for it. "Prove it then." Flask said as she put her front hooves on her counter, and spread her legs. Only then she realized what she was doing, and with a ghoul. Sucking him off was one thing, and she was still a virgin… but she was too far in to back down now, and she really whited to fuck.

No… She needed to fuck.

Cast then shrugged, since he was hard, buzzed, and ready to go, this was not something he was going to just pass at. He knew it was a bad idea, but this was likely the last time he would ever spend with a normal looking mare. So placing his forehooves onto Flasks hips, he got himself into position to rut the younger and willing mare

With her ass out and Cast’s dick caressing her neither’s, Flask then had a thought. "You said those other ghouls wouldn't be so secretive over pets right?"

Cast Iron sighed, his dick was twitching as the tip rested right at the entrance to Flask’s cunt.. "Really, why bring that up now?"

"Well what if ghouls aren't as infertile as we think? What if they're hiding foals, and it's why they need that food?" Flask pondered, then smirked. "You do know it's not my safe day, so it's possible you might knock me up."

Rolling his eyes, Cast Iron thrusted into Flask, making her moan from the shock and pleasure. "Fuck, you talk to much Flank Shaker. Shut up and keep your fantasies to yourself, and let me enjoy this while I still can, okay!"

Flask winked at Cast, saying "yes daddy!"

Part of the ghoul's face flushed, and somehow his cock became harder from those two words.

"You horny bitch!" He said, and began thrusting his hips back and forth.

Flask’s mouth salivated as she felt her insides jolt with pleasure and pain. “Ahh, yes! Fuck me like a whore!” she moaned as she moved her own hip with his.

It was easy for her to quickly match his motions, despite never having a partner before, she had practiced a lot since in Stable 69 she didn't have all that much else to do. And though Casts comments about her being a natural at sex was a joke, actually feeling it made her not actually hate the idea. But that could be the booze talking.

After a few more thrusts, Cast wanted to test a thought, and raising up a hoof, he slapped it down hard onto Flask’s flank. The mare let out a deep and loud moan of pleasure, which only exited Cast more. “That’s right my little whore, sing for me, sing like the whore you are!”

Her mind in a haze of pleaser, she did just that, moaning with pleasure as she called out “fuck me harder daddy!” in which he did.

Not since his ghoulification had Cast been with a mare like this, and never this hot and heavy. As hard and fast as possible, he ravaged the mares cunt, lifting her off the ground as he pushed as deep inside her as possible, his own mind becoming a fog.

All strength had left Flask as her body convulsed with another organism, the fourth one she thought, but she lost count after two with how intense Cast was. Then she felt it, a warmth filling her insides, causing her body to convulse with the most intense organism yet.

Letting Flask go, Cast fell back onto his haunches, panting loudly. Flask let herself fall back and lay in his lap, the ghouls cum leaking out of her.

“That was… so good.” Flask said panting.

Smiling and giving the mare a hug, Cast told her, “Ya, don’t think I’ve ever had it as good as that. Not even when young and not a ghoul.”

But Flask didn’t respond, letting out a soft snore as she fell asleep in Clast’s hooves.

Sighing, Cast then confessed. “I do hope you're wrong about ghouls being fertile. You're too good of a mare to be tied down by a dirtbag like me.”

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Flask struggled to keep down her food, having felt sick for the last few days, and was sure it was radiation poisoning. Well, she hoped it was. So she chugged her glowing mushroom tea again, hoping to get rid of more radiation.

“You sure you're okay to come?” Cast asked, the ghouls stallion having become more protective of his smooth cote lover.

“I’m fine, just a bit unwell. Trust me, I’ll be okay.” Flask reassured Cast.

It had been two months since they seriously got to work on the Ultra Dash, and only now did they have enough to sell to really make good caps on it. It was going to some ghoul population near Manehattan, who promised to pay plenty of caps for the stuff.

As the nausea passed, Flask joined Cast and the other ghouls, who all were very concerned for her health. She was sure all she needed was some rad-away, and she will be good as new, that's all.

The fact that she hasn't had her period did concern her, and a lot of what she was feeling was similar to the signs of pregnancy in the stables guide book for expecting mothers. But that was impossible, she had only been sleeping with Cast… a lot. Like every day. And that's probably where she was getting the radiation poisoning from… even though he was only mildly irradiated for a ghoul.

At least she’d be able to get tested once they're able to move to a new place after this deal went through. Despite Copper’s demands, Cast Iron and the other ghouls decided that Tenpony tower was a bad idea. Friendship city was a lot more accepting of ghouls, and had surrounding communities that insulated the area from raiders and slavers.

“Say, where’s Copper?” Flask asked as she followed the others into the meeting spot.

Cast gave an annoyed groan. “Likely sulking, I don’t know why he is so damn set at Tenpony Tower. They would never have accepted use before we went all ghoul, then why would they let us in now. Anyways, I don’t think Copper has long, his mind has been slipping lately.”

Flask nodded slowly. “Ya, I tried to give him something to help him, but he just refused to take it. I’m starting to think he wants to go feral, or something like that.”

“I’m not sure that's it, but I can’t deny he is losing it. I hate to say this, but maybe we might need to take drastic actions if he gets any worse.” Cast suggested. The thought of having to put his old friend down sickened the ghoul, but day by day Copper looked more feral, and was getting more aggressive. If it was just them ghouls he’d have tolerated it more, since ferals don't attack other ghouls, but with Flask around, it scared him.

Cast worried that one day he would go see Flask, only to find Copper over her dead body, eating her like a savage animal. It was something he could not let happen.

From the other end of the room, a ghoul trotted out from the shadows. “I don’t think you will be doing any of that.” Copper said to everyponies surprise.

Narrowing his vision and glaring at his old friend, Cast growled out. “What joke is this Copper?”

Copper let out a gravely and malicious chuckle. “No joke, I’m just completing the deal, just not the one you thought it was.”

Several ponies from elevated positions appeared from the shadows, most with crude pipe guns, but a few with junkyard SMG’s. All of them had spiked decorated scrap armor, which filled Flask with dread. Raiders, they were surrounded by riders. Though their gun's power and accuracy was crap, Cast knew that it didn’t matter with the volume of lead those ponies likely would throw out. They all would be dead by the time any of them could shoot back at the raiders.

“Why!?” Cast demanded.

“Why?” Copper growled back. “You short sighted fool, letting that little slut lead you by the collar. We could be living in luxury for all eternity, but you choose to settle with second rate just so your fuck toy could live with you.”

Cast raised an eyebrow, or what he had left of one. “Copper… what the fuck are you planning?”

The almost feral ghoul smiled wide. “Oh it’s the most brilliant of plans you see. Turns out that Rotting Tail has been keeping a whole lot a ferals in the tunnels under Tenpony. The idiot thinks they could be cured in time or some shit, but think about it. If we let them loose on Tenpony Tower, then it’s ours, all ours!”

“You clearly lost your mind, haven't you Copper. There is no way Rotting Tail would let you do that, ever. You're sick, and you need help. Just tell your new friend to back off, and let us help you.” Cast tried to convince his old friend.

But Copper's head tilted, madness in his milky white eyes. “Naw, I'd rather just sell you, and the ultra dash. Use that money to get into Tenpony Tower.”

Several more raiders armed with melee weapons trotted over and began to grab the ghouls. When one grabbed Flask, she tried to rest, only to get knocked down.

“This one looks fresh, maybe I should try her out,” the raider said with vile lust in his mad eyes.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Cast said, only to get knocked out by a bat.

Slowly getting up, for the first time in a long time, Flask felt afraid. But then a bigger raider trotted over, and kicked the one who knocked her down.

“What, I say about touching the product!” The big raider said. “If she catches your dickrot then we get nothing for her! The Rippers are paying good caps for clean breeders, even if the bitch been fucking a ghoul.” they then looked down at Flask, smiling wide to show two rows of sharpened to a point teeth. “Ya, and stable ponies sell real well. So I hope ya enjoy a life popping out little fucks for the rest of ya life.”

Ch 4, Ruffled Feathers.

Ruffled Feathers.

Leaving the home of her new friend, Cloudy Sunrise made her way to her work. All she was doing was cleaning rooms, but it was enough to buy herself food, which she was grateful for. Having nearly starved to death after hiding in that abandoned shack, she had been slowly recovering. She'd likely still have died if Star Charter had not taken her in, fed her, and even found her work.

Still, it hurt her to know that somewhere, out there, her father was likely dead, having died alone while trying to scavenge. She knew he tried to find work here in New Appaloosa, but nopony wanted to hire a pegasus like them, not after what the Enclave did years ago. So he had to go further and further out, taking longer and longer trips just to earn enough caps to feed her and pay the rent on their shitty shack.

Then one day he never returned.

A loud snap caused Cloudy to freeze in shock, the feeling of eyes on her had her worried, as though she was being hunted. She wanted to just fly away, but because of how malnourished she was, many of her feathers had fallen out, making flight impossible for now.

"He… hello?" She called out. The wasteland still scared her, even if she was in this town, she knew that most ponies still hated her for something she didn't do.

"Hey there!" Star Charter spoke up loudly, causing Cloudy to jump in surprise. "Oh, sorry! Forgot that you're still skittish and all."

Cloudy shock her head. "N… no, it's fine. Aren't you supposed to be working?"

Star rolled her eyes. "The boss said it's okay if I go get ya, and it's not like a bar fight will happen just because I'm gone." She was a beautiful mare with a sea blue cote and sea green mane, all made sexier by her dancers outfit she had on. A hostess, dancer and bouncer, Cloudy couldn't help but feel a bit enamored with the mare, and a bit jealous when she flirted with other ponies as part of her job. She thanked Celestia that Star never worked in the Brothel, or that would have broken her already weak heart. "Now let's get going, some asshole made a big mess and we can't use the room, the boss promised to pay ya extra if you take care of it." Star told her.

Cloudy cringed a little. The brothel rooms were always a Goddess awful place to clean up, but it did pay well. "Th… thanks, Star."

"No problem. Anyways I owe ya for looking after my Bridget while I'm working. It hurts me to be away from her, but I can't rely on mom to make all the caps." Star said as she gave me a hug.

Cloudy cracked a smile. "You owe me nothing. I mean, your daughter is adorable, looking after her is hardly work."

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At the Ruffled Feathers tavern, Cloudy got to work. Thankfully being given a gas mask as she cleans a room better set on fire. It made her miss the clouds, with how easy to clean everything was up in the sky. But that was a thing of the past now, and not likely to return in her lifetime.

Her father knew that, and that's why he didn't join any of the Enclave Remnants.

Tossing the waste far enough outside to not let the smell come back into the tavern, Cloudy trotted back into the tavern and removed the gas mask. Breathing in the cigarette smoke filled air, it was at least better than what she just threw out.

Trotting to the main floor from the back, Cloudy watched as Star Danced on stage, wearing some exotic silk dress. It was absolutely enthralling to watch her spin and bend around the pole.

"She's one of a kind." The boss, Waterspout said. He was an older hippogriff that built this tavern on the edge of town, and though sleazy, he never did her wrong or showed her any hostility.

Cloudy nodded, finding it hard to disagree. "When nopony would help me after I got tossed out of my shack, she stepped up and took me in when nopony else would. But why is she dancing right now? Isn't it off hours for that?"

Waterspout chuckled. "She is just practicing, keeping her body toned and such. It's why I lent her my cursed dress, since it'll help with her mussel memory." He then looked down at me. "Once you fill out more you can give it a shot."

looking at her rather ragged wing, and seeing one of the bald spots, Cloudy became insecure. "With what I've been earning, even if I wanted to, I doubt I could do anything much any time soon. Maybe ever."

The hippogriff sighed. "Too true. But at least you're recovering. Just let me know if you're able and willing to do any extra jobs, as you can tell, we don't have any pegasus hostesses here. Variety is good business, and I can tell you'll make good money. I'll even take on your debt the damn mayor holds over you, and unlike that asshole I won't charge you that excessive interest."

"I… I'll think about it." She told the boss, still unsure about even working here. Not like I had a choice since it was the only place that would hire me. But if she had a choice, she really wanted to do something involving writing. Unfortunately, her education in both modern and classical ponish had almost no value out in the wasteland.

Returning to her work, the amount of garbage left behind was like an unending battle. The ponies below really didn't care about cleaning up after themselves. It really was a culture shock to her how little value most things had down here, But then again, back in the Enclave everything had to be recycled, no matter how small. But down here, it was just the trash of the old world left behind.

Just then she felt a slap on her rear, causing her to jump, and hit her head on the underside of a table. Of which she then heard laughter.

Stepping back and looking to see who did it, she saw four rather rough looking stallions, all looking at her in a way that she was not comfortable with.

"P… please don't do that. I… I'm not a hostesses." I told them.

One of them chuckled and shrugged, "sorry about that miss, ya just looked too cute to not give ya a slap."

Cloudy pulled on her gray jumpsuit with her wing, it was too big and hid her figure. This left her feeling confused, as she knew she was far from looking good in any way. And though she could use the complements, she didn't like getting them from these kind of stallions.

"W… well, I can get a hostess f… for you. But please d… don't interfere with m… my work." Cloudy tried to tell them, her nervousness showing through.

Another stallion then tossed a cap over to Cloudy, in which she caught in-between her hooves. "Oh, but we don't want the other mares here, we'd like to have… you." He said.

This didn't feel right to Cloudy, but if they wanted her, and were willing to pay, she could at least listen. So she pocketed the cap. "Ah… okay. But I don't think I'd make a good hostess for you."

They all chucked, which concerned Cloudy.

"Oh that's fine, we don't want ya as a drinking buddy." The third stallion said, and pointed up at the brothel rooms. "We were thinking to treat ya real good, show ya a good time."

Cloudy felt a deep pit in her stomach grow as she realized they wanted to fuck her. It was too much for her to even considering.

Then the fourth stallion dropped a rather heavy sounding bag on the table, in which several caps spilled out. "We pooled our funding, so there's a lot of caps if you want em."

She looked at the bag, the size and wait alone meant there was enough to get her hooves off the ground and pay off all her debts. No, there was more than that in there. But Cloudy shook her head.

"S… Sorry, but I'll need to think about it." She said before quickly trotting away to the back room.

When Cloudy took shelter in the dressing room, her flustered face was clear to see from Star's perspective. Putting her makeup down, Star trotted over and then asked. "You okay, did something happen?"

"Stallions… caps.. me!" She said between nervous muttering.

Star pulled Cloudy into a hug, which helped her calm down, "Hay now, just breath. You're safe here, so tell me everything.

Having calmed down, Cloud then told Star about the whole interaction. In which Cloudy then asked. "What should I do?"

Star thought about it for a moment, having seen the stallions before and not liking them. But that was her, and she was not Cloudy. Truthfully, despite the help Star had given to Cloudy, she knew it wasn't enough. If Cloudy couldn't pay off her debts soon, Star was sure something bad would happen to her. Prostitution wasn't the best solution, but if there were as many caps involved as she said it was, it was still a solution.

"That amount of caps would help ya pay off your fathers debt, and let you eat well enough to stop looking half dead." Star commented.

Cloudy nodded, but then shook her head. "I know that. But I don't think it's a good idea. I mean I need to pay off the debt and all, but I might regret it. I mean, what if I get pregnant, or get sick." Cloudy said, letting her worries out.

But what Cloudy was most worried about was that if Star didn't turn the idea down. She wanted Star to hold her and tell her that it's alright. That Cloudy doesn't need the caps that badly, that together they would work things out.

It was then Cloudy realized that she had feelings for Star, that she was attracted to her.

"Well I can't say much for catching a bug, but if ya tell them anal only, you will be safe from pregnancy." Star told her. Which was true, and often pays out more. Anyways, even if Cloudy did get pregnant, it would be better than having her friend vanishing in the night due to unpaid debts.

Everything then began to slow for Cloudy as the feeling of shock ran through her. "Ar… are you sure?"

Star nodded. "Ya, you can sign an agreement ahead of time with them. Though, maybe just agree to a blow job, since you're still weak." She was sure that Cloudy would still be paid well for just that, and less likely to get hurt.

"But… don't you think it's a bad idea?" Cloudy asked, hoping to hear a yes.

Instead Star shrugged. "Well it's certainly not the best option, but it's up to you. If you don't want to do it, then don't, but if you do, then do it."

"Would you stop me if I did agree?" Cloudy further asked.

"Well if you were drunk or high, then ya. Or if they were taking you out of the tavern. But if you decide on your own then I ain't stopping you." Star told her, sure that Cloudy understood what was best for herself. Though a dirty job, Star wasn't the kind of mare to get in her friends way.

But Cloudy didn't see it that way, the words making her feel as though Star didn't care.

Then a pony came around, calling for Star to deal with rowdy patrons.

"Sorry, got to go, looks like a drunk needs to be shown the door!" She said before quickly trotting out.

A long sigh came from the boss as he trotted over to Cloudy. "Don't take it the wrong way, Star does care, but… let's just say she would make a terrifying raider boss."

Cloudy looked at Waterspout in shock.

The hippogriff rolled his eyes. "Ya ya, she's too pretty to be a raider. But Star is a bit emotionally stunted. She didn't stop fighting everypony she met until her daughter was born, so best not to ask her the difference from right and wrong."

"Wait, but she's a good mare, how would she not-" Cloudy began to ask, but Waterspout cut her off.

"She is a good mare, but a dangerous one. Let's just leave it at that." The boss told Cloudy before asking, "and about that offer. You can turn them down, wait until you're stronger. Truthfully, those stallions give me a bad vibe, I say turn them down."

Cloudy didn't know why, but she shook her head. "No… I'll do it. I don't want to keep relying on Star. If it's just this once, I'll be fine." Her heart thumped with nervousness, but she had decided.

Again, Waterspout sighed. "Alright, but not right now. You need to wash up and have something to eat. I'll tell them to come back tonight, but you better show up or you're fired, okay. I can't have the ponies here not trusting my word. Even if they might be scum."

"I… yes I'll be here." She replied.

A small sack of caps was then tossed to Cloudy. "Think of this as an advanced payment, use it to get yourself in order. I'll have an outfit ready for you by tonight night.

Taking the money, Cloudy trotted out through the back, wondering how much of a fool she was.

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It felt odd to Cloudy as she was dressed up and had makeup applied to her. The working mares had gotten together to dress her up, making a white gown that covered up her bald spots, and even a veil to hide her gaunt face. Looking in the mirror, she could see the mare she use to be, with peach pink fur and a pastel pink mane. She would have cried if it wouldn't ruin her makeup.

The prostitutes all gasped as they looked at their work, fawning over the smaller pegasus. Cloudy wasn't happy about it, even if she did look like a bride, she wasn't getting married. Not that her father could ever hoof her off.

Trotting out, she saw Star waiting for her, and for a short moment Cloudy hoped she was here to stop her. A moment that soon passed.

"I'll be keeping an eye on things, just call for me if they start to go too far, and I'll pull ya out of there." Star said.

Cloudy did feel safer knowing that at any time she can call Star in for help. But that's not what she wanted, far from it. "Th… thanks. But I'll be fine."

Star stepped out of the way, and Cloudy trotted off to the stairs to the brothel rooms. The closer she got the more nervous she became. But she had come this far, and was not going to back out now.

Entering the room, the stallion all sat around a table, smoking on cheap cigarettes.

First grinned, puffing out smoke as he said. "Wow, you got cleaned up good."

Third nodded. "Still skinny, but the dress is a nice touch."

Fourth huffed. "So how are we going to start this?"

Second got up, trotting over to Cloudy. "Like we agreed, we take turns, all friendly like. Right?"

The other stallions laughed as the second lifted Cloud's chin, and told her. "Alright, I'll go first, but first ya need to get us ready."

"H… how?" Cloudy asked.

"Just do as I say, now come!" Second orders as he trotted to the bed, sitting on it and motioning that Cloudy sit on the floor in front of him. "Let's start with a facial, use your hooves and stroke my cock."

His semi erect cock was already out, which disgusted Cloudy, but she did as she was told, using her hoof to stroke it. And the more she did the harder it got.

"Now suck it, with your mouth ya pegasus whore!" Second command in a mocking tone.

Shocked for a moment, she froze, only to feel the hoof of Second grab her head, and force it forward. The cock was in her mouth as Second pushed his member in deeper. She then felt it pules before letting her go, and it erupted with foul smelling white viscose fluid, hitting Cloudy's face.

"Wh… why!?" She said, only to find herself surrounded.

The second stallion smiled. "You want the caps, no?" Cloudy then nodded slowly. "Then get to work, whore!"

The other three then surrounded Cloudy, all already with their cocks out, and slowly stroking them. She quickly realized what they wanted her to do, causing her to tear up a little with fear and shame. Reaching out, she grabbed onto each cock, one in each forehoof and wing, then began stroking as tears further welled up.

Her distress only seemed to make them harder as Third said, "ya, that's it ya bitch!"

She could feel as they began ejaculating on her, yet still wanting more, and not letting her stop.

First then pushed forward, forcing her to swallow his cock, but pushing it all the way. "Ya ya pegasus cunt, that's what you get!" He snarled as Cloudy struggled to breath. His hot ejaculation filled her throat before he let her go.

Cum splattered out of her mouth and bubbled from her nose as Cloudy fell to the floor, trying to catch her breath.

She hated this, their touch, their smell, and just that they're stations. It all felt just wrong to her and now she wanted out.

"St-" she attempted to speak, only for Second to shove a ring gag into her mouth, strapping it down before Fourth shoved his dick down her throat.

"Oh I've been wanting to do this to those Pegesus fuck for years!" Forth said with a malicious glee. They puled out more tools, straps and bars in which they used to tie Cloudy down. "If it wasn't for that green mane cunt, we'd have ya sooner!"

"Shut it!" Second said as Cloudy felt her legs get pulled apart. She struggled, but she didn't have the strength as a bar was put between them, forcing her legs to stay open. "But who'd have thought just flashing some caps around was all we needed to do." He then moved he cock to Cloudy's anus, and pushed.

Cloudy tried to scream, but her mouth was full. And soon, more cum began to fill her.

It was rough, and cruel, but Cloudy had chosen to trot into this, so as soon as the shock of it all passed, she steeled herself to finish it. Stretching out her wings, as the stallions took turns fucking her throat and ass, she would stroke the other two, keeping them hard.

She still hated it, hated how they had tied her down like this, that they were practically raping her. But she chose to be here, and was at least going to finish it. And the more she moved her body to take them, the more her body enjoyed it. Even her mind was becoming a fog of lust as more of their fluids soaked into her fur.

"Fuck, the whore's really enjoying herself. Ya think it's time?" First said.

Cloudy was confused for a moment, then she felt as First pressed his body on top of her, and his dick pushed its way into her cunt. They had agreed no vaginal sex, not that Cloudy was in the right mind to point that out to them. Or could even talk with a cock in her mouth.

"That's right, we're breeding this pegasus whore now!" Second said as First began thrusted violently into Cloudy, pushing his whole member deep into her, his cock visibly pushing up on her abdomen.

Cloudy let out a loud moan, unable to tell where the pain ended and the pleasure had begun. She was being bred, and she didn't care. Each thrust pressing against her stomach, and their hot cum filling her insides, then leaking out of her cunt, mixing with a small trickle of blood.

Again they took turns, pushing everything they had into her, not even letting Cloudy rest. It may have been her imagination, but it was like her belly swelled as they filled her with their seed, doing their best to impregnate her.

Eventually the haze of lust gave way to darkness, as Cloudy passed out.

. . .

She didn't know how long she had been out, but she woke up with Forth on top of her, letting out one last ejaculation into her, then spat into her face, laughing.

Everything hurt, and she could barely move. But she watches as Forth joined his friends, the bag of caps held in the air by Second. "Looks like the pegasus whore is awake. Bet she wants all this." With a laugh he tossed it, the bag hitting the floor and spilling out onto the ground. Only a few caps came out, the rest was tin scrap, "that's all you're worth, you and your kind."

As they trotted out, tears began to well up in Cloudy's eyes, the feeling of being dirty hitting her, and all for nothing.

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Several hours had passed with Cloudy recovering in the back room. The boss had given her free food and drink, along with some healing potion, not that Cloudy cared. She felt used, but worst of all, she didn't know what she'd do if she ended up pregnant from this.

"Wh… what will I do?" She asked herself. "I can barely afford to feed myself!"

Waterspout took a seat next to her, the older bird stallion taking a deep breath and saying, "you'll be fine. I'm keeping my end of the bargain. You don't have to worry about your debt anymore."

She glared at her boss, not feeling any better about her situation.

"Ya, I deserve that. But trust me, those ass holes aren't getting away free." He smiled at her, which felt genuine to Cloudy. "I have a lot of friends, both savory and those not so much. And there's an old saying in the wasteland. Always pay the brothel what you promise, and never harm its mares."

"And why should I care?" Cloudy ask.

"Well…" Waterspout pulled out a pack of cards, shuffling them like a master and pulling out the queen of hearts and king of clubs. "Down here working ponies like here in the Ruffled Feathers need to protect themselves, and there's always some ass who thinks they're above the rules." He spun the cards and like magic they changed to a queen of clubs and king of hearts. The king of hearts depicts a griffin with a sword in his head. "Lets just say that ponies who don't follow the rules tend to go missing, and are never found again.

Knocking then came from the other side of the doorway, and Star Charter trotted in. Her beautiful dancer's dress was torn, and specks of blood dotted it and her cheek.

Cloudy gasped in shock. "Star! Are you okay?"

Star looked confused, then Waterspout pointed to his cheek, and she rubbed the blood off and saw it. "Oh, this? Don't worry, it's not mine." She then tossed a saddlebag into the room, it opened to reveal plenty of caps and other valuable things. "Had a talk to those assholes, and convinced them to pay up, and then pay extra for both breaking their agreement and for not paying up before leaving."

"You didn't kill them did you?" Cloudy asked.

Rolling her eyes, Star chuckled. "If only. You land ponies are too soft, back on the Blackwater they hang ya by the hook for the shit they pulled. Seen it happen to sailors several times. No, I just broke their legs and sent them on their way."

Cloudy then let out a sigh of relief, and looked at all the money. But curiosity then gripped her. "Say Star, I heard them say they had been following me around, and wanted to rape me, but you stopped them? So why didn't you tell me, or stop me from doing this?"

Trotting over, Star took the other seat next to her. "Hmmm… because it was your choice, not mine. Anyways a mare as weak as you, there's little you can do right now, that's just how things are." She then looked at me, a steel gaze in her eyes, which filled me with a sense of foreboding. It was as though the green in her eyes were unnatural. "The strong do as they please, and the weak suffer what they must. It's a common phrase where I'm from, and an excuse for those with power to dominate those without. And I'd have believed it if Prism had not saved me from that life, shown me a better way to live. I don't want to see those I care about suffer like that, but I also know I can't always be there for them. Coddling those I care about would be just as bad as abandoning them."

Star then looked over at the bag and smiled. "That's all yours, you earned it. What you do with it is up to you, use it to hide away, or use it to make yourself stronger. Whatever you decide, I'll support you."

Cloudy let her head rest on Star's shoulder. The crush she had for her was gone, now replaced by a cautious respect. Star could be trusted, but she was also twisted, as was the rest of the wasteland, and Cloudy felt that she was a fool for getting swept up by it all. But she had her money now, and with extra. The thought of doing more brothel work crossed Cloudy's mind, but she quickly dashed that out of her head. She had no interest in stallion's, and never wanted another cock in her again, that was for sure.

"When I get stronger… Can I learn to dance?" Cloudy asked nervously, but resolutely.

Waterspout lightly patted Cloudy on the shoulder. "I can run you through the basics myself, after you recover. Why not join the hostess staff too, help build that confidence of yours by shadowing Star here."

Cloudy nodded. It wasn't the most honest job, but she was alive, and she never wanted to feel as powerless again. It was to be weak and suffer, or strong and in charge. Though brutish, it was no less true.

She then rubbed her stomach, where Star then gave her a hug. "Don't worry about that. If you're pregnant, I'll help you through it."

That didn't make Cloudy feel better but it did make her feel less at a loss. "Thanks, and I will hold that to you!"

Star chuckled. "That's what friends are for."

Ch 5, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 3.

Flask was worried, having heard the stories, she knew she was in trouble, but fortunately as disorganized and vile the raiders were, they had not touched her… yet. For a month she was kept in a cage as they slowly transported her, giving her time to think and steel herself for what was to come. She also had enough time to realize that she was, in fact, pregnant.

It was still small, but her stomach was starting to show, and even the raiders could see it, not that they cared. What worried her was how they joked about how her foal would be smashed against a rock soon after it was born, which horrified her.

To protect her and Cast Iron’s foal, she needed to come up with a plan. Though she didn't know who the Rippers were, she was sure they might have interest in chems. If she could convince them to have her make chems for them, then maybe they let her keep her foal. It was a vile idea, but it was the only card she had at hoof. But until then, she needed to keep her head down, mouth shut, and eyes open.

So when she and several other mares were delivered to some run down hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere, things looked bleak. The Rippers were a band of savage looking ponies, all armed with military muzzle-held micro chainsaws, also known as rippers… ya, they named themselves after their favorite weapon. But looking at them, Flask was rather impressed with how strong most of them looked, with only a few strung out skinny stallions among them. Though all the spikes they decorated themselves ruined anything attractive about them.

Keeping to her plan, Flask needed to learn as much about the Rippers as possible before making her move. But when one ran in front of the cages with his ripper buzzing off loudly, running it along the metal and causing sparks, Flask stumbled back, having been startled by the surprise act of aggression.

All but one mare had done the same, the one standing firm, unflinching. Flint Knife, a tribe mare, had been doing her best to keep our spirits, and been planning a way to Free us. Though as strong and brave as she was, she was also dumb, so Flask didn't get her hopes up about the mare.

And so Flint Knife was the first taken out by the Rippers, where they then forced her to the ground. She tried to struggle, but after a long time in the cage, none of us had much strength. Worse being Flint Knife, who had been sharing her food with the others.

Flask watched as one raider then mounted Flint, forcing his way into her. She let out a cry of pain, only to be silenced as another raider shoved his cock into her mouth. While they ravaged the willful mare, they slapped and kicked her every time she struggled until the struggle was all out of her. When the look of defiance was gone, and only tears could be seen in her eyes. Flint Knife was dragged off to a shack, where the sounds of cries, moaning, and grunting could be heard.

It was painful to watch, but Flask made a mental note to not look defiant. The Rippers rape defiance out of a mare.

Two more mares were then dragged out, this time because they were crying, Flask was sure of it. The two mares were then forced to suck a raiders cock each, and everytime they made a noise, they were hit. Once they stopped crying, other Rippers got to work fucking their ass or cunts. It had become clear to Flask that the rippers didn’t want their mares to make any noise, like crying or any kind of distress.

She wanted to puke right then and there, but fortunately she had nothing in her stomach. A silver lining in a already shitty situation

“I’ll do it!” A mare then called out. “I’ll fuck and suck… just don’t hurt me.” she whined.

The other raiders then grinned at each other and pulled her out, leaving Flask as the last mare. What Flask then witnessed was even more horrified her, as the raiders didn’t fuck the mare, just beat her. The poor mare begging for mercy as Flask then realized the two raiders beating her were mares themselves. She somehow knew that they had taken offense by the mare speaking up, as they had by the sound of distress or the look of defiance. But saying you would do it, that had pissed the raiders off the most.

So as the raiders came for her, Flask kept her eyes down, making sure to look submissive. When the sound of a ripper came near her ear, she flinched, but made no sound. And when one asked “Ya got anything to say?” Flask shook her head.

Then a raider mare let out a chuckle. “This bitch knows her place, boring. And here I wanted to see her broken in.” The raider then sighed. “Take the bitch to the elders, and if she does anything stupid, ya got yar excuse to break her in.”

“Come slave!” a raider told Flask, and she complied. They trotted away as the four other mares let out whimpers.

The elders were far older than she thought raiders could get, but the more she saw of the Rippers, the more she came to see that they were more than just raiders. Savage and brutal, but a culture all on their own. Though if they all just died tomorrow, that would not bother Flask in the least. Actually, it would be a vast improvement to the wasteland if the Rippers were wiped out.

An old mare felt Flask up, touching her crotch, feeling her nipples, and even spreading her cunt. Grumbling, the old raider said, “This one is already with child!" The raiders boo'd, which concerned Flask, but the old mare silenced them all. "But she is healthy, and very fertile. She will birth many fine warriors for the tribe. Strong warriors!” Several raiders then cheered.

Another old raider, a stallion. “But she is not broken, could be dangerous.”

The raiders again boo’d.

Flask wanted to protest, but she knew what would happen if she did, so she kept her head down.

Then the old stallion touched her flank, flicked her tattered lab coat, and took her glasses. “Hmmm, things of an egg pony, smart yet dumb, not of warrior stock.” Flask then felt the old stallion lick her anu, where she almost jumped in shock. “Hmmm, a thinker, knows to pretend. Dangerous indeed.”

The old mare then lifted Flask's chin, and she could see the hard life this raider must have lived. Blind in one eye, sacred flesh and cracked lips. “Speak, we permit you, why should we not tie you to post and breed you like others. If you speak smart, not dumb, we may yet reward you.”

This was her moment, what will doom her as some breeding stock, where her unborn foal will be killed, or she will save the foal, and buy herself time.

“I… make potions… medicine and chems. As… as your slave I’ll make them for you freely, I’ll bear you new warriors without complaint, I'm yours to with do as you please” Flask told them, knowing that there was no way out of them breeding her. “But I plead, let me keep the unborn foal in me, that's all I ask. I’ll do everything you ask of me gladly, just let me keep my child.”

“You have no place to make such requests!” The old mare shouted, slapping Flask.

But the old stallion slapped her back. “You silence! Old fool, if this is medicine mare, then we need. Bitter Chew grows old and weird, and Sweet Razor tastes the sky mushrooms too much.” He then smiled at Flask, showing rows of sharpened yellow teeth. “You promise to be new medicine mare, and to birth many new foals for tribe?”

“I… I will.” Flask replied.

“Good, but you first must become part of trib.” but the old stallion then frowned. “But foal will be problem, as it is not of tribe. If colt, will be exiled, if filly, she will share your fate. But until you bear us new warrior you not us, and you live as tribe whore!”

Flask nodded. It didn’t sound like the best life, but she at least saved her unborn foals life. Now she just needed to bide her time for an opportunity to escape.

The old mare then added red paint to Flask’s face, as though like a scar across it. Her touch was rough, getting under her fur and scratching her skin. “I, Matriarch of the Ripper clan, announce you tribe whore until you become tribe mother." She then added green paint to Flask's face, clearly not liking Flask with how rough she was. "You will be sub of medicine mare, where your child will be granted… protection." Last she placed a line of black pain down the center of Flask's face. "Show us loyalty, and you may become tribe. Bear us many warriors and watch them grow strong! Now show us your dedication, please our warriors, and let them claim you."

Flask knew what was coming as several of the triable raiders got up and the two older raiders left. All she could think was that it’s the best of a bad situation, where it was better then being beaten and raped until she couldn't think anymore. Instead, from what she could tell, she was going to have to fuck the raiders whenever they want until her foal is born, then be fuck by them them until she was pregnant again.

It was a horrendous situation, so much so that her leg trembled in fear of it all. But something also tangled in her with excitement.

The first raider was not gentle as he grabbed Flask, tearing her already torn up lab coat to shreds as he pushed her head down. Mounting her, the raider got to work fucking her cunt. And accepting the brute, Flask moved her hips, taking him in deep.

A strange wave of pleasure quivered through Flask, feeling something different with the raiders dick. When a second raider stepped forward, she saw what it was. Dangling in front of her was a fully erect cock covered in studs.

Opening her mouth, the raider shoved his pierced dick into her waiting mouth, there he grabbed onto her head as he began fucking her throat.

Soon warmth filled her as the raiders let her warmth spunk into her as they claimed her for themselves. Finished, the Raider left a paint covered hoofprint on her before she felt herself lifted up, and passed to another waiting raider, who pushed her down onto his cock, it was bigger than the last, forcing Flask's hips wide.

Bending back, Flask rode the cock like a whore, feeling the raider shoot more cum into her, but Flask wasn't done, and neither was the raider. Lifting up, she then held the cock over her anus, and let herself slide down. Only for the raider to pull her down hard.

More raiders joined in, and Flask used what she could to please them. Stroking them with her hooves, sucking with her mouth, and even using her magic. One by one the would ejaculated, and each time leave a hoof print on Flask.

One raider held Flask up as he bounced her up and down on his cock. Another pushed her face into the mud as her hind legs were held up. Many took pleasure in just getting themselves into her. Every hole being filled, even her mane and tail were fucked.

Even a few rider mares got in on the fun, using crude toys on Flask, or just getting fucked at the same time over her.

As the night passed, and the dawn came, so did another raider and he pulled his cock out of Flask, the cum of many raiders seeping out of every orifice. With the light of day shining, the mare known as Flask Shaker couldn't be seen, covered in black and red paint, along with copious amounts of cum, not a bit of blue could be seen.

The Matriarch then returned, eyeing Flask. "You now belong to Rippers, as whore wife."

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There were points when Flask quietly cried herself to sleep, being treated like nothing more than an object to fuck day in and out. But after a month, she knew she had made the right decision. As tribe whore, they never did harmed her, other then some rough fucking. And though she had no right to refuse their request to fuck, she was treated as an object to be cared for. A few times the raiders didn’t even have sex with her, just laid their head on her lap and cried.

It was weird, but at least she was safe.

The other mares unfortunately were not given the same treatment, one having died within the month after arriving. The other three looked dead inside, sporting bruises and even some scars. They even looked at Flask with resentment, of which didn't bother her, as the situation was unfair for all of them. She had just gotten the least short straw of a batch of short straws.

But Flask had not given in and accepted the Rippers herself, having been made the medicine mare's assistant, she had access to material the raiders hardly understood. Their medicine mare was just some old chem addict that knew what dulled pain and what gave a pony energy, but not the why. So by adjusting the medicine mare's dosage, and pretending it was the old mares own ideas, the old hag was inching closer to overdose each day as she poisoned her own tribe.

As for the apprentice, she was falling even faster, having been given some crude ultradash Flask managed to make. Pure enough to not poison the vulgar mare, but not strong enough to blow up her heart.

Unfortunately Matriarch Ripper never took her eye off Flask, always suspicious of her. But that was nothing new to her, as to Flask, stable 69 was far better at controlling ponies then the Rippers could ever be. The only difference was that every now and then a stallion would come over to get their dick wet, sometimes forming a line.

Flask had become the tribes best fuck, and they would not stand to have Flask removed.

Ch 6, Heavy Metal Maiden.

Panting heavily, Rust Bucket pushed the moldy pool table in front of the door. Much of the crew was dead, but the boss was confident that they would win in the end, they just needed to buy him some more time. "Will this do?" The raider asked his remaining crew, but received no answer. "Dudes?" He said, looking back, only to see that he was alone.

The door smashed open, sending the pool table falling onto Rust Bucket, knocking the wind out of him. Then the heavily armored diamond dog jumped onto the table, and with the weight of her body and armor added to the already heavy table, Rust Bucket was crushed. Everything went dark for the raider as he felt all his bones break and his insides get squeezed flat.

Priscilla let out a mighty, yet drunken war cry. Having been on guard duty for so long, she was finally able to stretch out her legs and let loose. Ya, all she was supposed to do was check on the border settlements in this part of the NCR, but the locals offered her two more whole large jugs of lunashine to take out this group of raider. Free booze and a chance to swing her super sledge, how could she not take the request. Anyways, it was the duty of an NCR trooper to protect the citizens after all.

Several raiders then burst from their hiding spots and fired at Priscilla wildly, which she lifted up her thick steel shield and the small caliber rounds bounced off it harmlessly.

She chuckled to herself as she was repeatedly shot at. Between her shield and heavy armor, the raiders would need some heavy guns to take her out. But they only had shitty pipe and junk guns, with not a caliber over 10mm. Though Priscilla only had her super sledge, she didn't care, because she was going to have some fun!

Pushing forward, she rushed one raider with her shield, hitting them hard enough that they both went through the wall and sent the broken raider flying into the next wall.

Several clicks were heard from another nearby raider, their pipe SMG out of ammo. Dropping the gun, the raider pulled out a rusty machete, and both Priscilla and the raider clashed in melee combat. Priscilla's super sledge easily defecting the machete and smashing into the raider, ripping off a leg, part of the raiders chest, and their lower jaw, sending the body into another wall.

A third raider dropped their gun, and pulled out three syringes of med-X, injecting themselves with a satisfied "ahhhh." Then had Priscilla's super sledge be thrown at them, knocking off their head.

Stomping with a wobble over to where her super sledge landed, she easily lifted it up with one paw and shook the blood off of it.

"Umm… Priscilla, maybe you should sober up a bit first." Golden Joystick suggested as the stallion peeked from the other side of the broken doorway, holding the jug of lunashine in his magic. "This seems a bit extreme, and dangerous."

Dropping her shield, the rotting floorboards crumpled under it, letting it stand up straight as Priscilla then stomped over to Golden, grabbing the jug out of his hold. "Why do you think I joined the NCR Heavy troopers? Certainly not to stand around all day guarding some politician." She then took a swig of the booze before tossing it back to Golden. "Heavy armor, heavy weapons, and heavy combat, that's what it's all about!"

Golden sniffed the booze and gagged. "A bit too heavy if you ask me. Anyway, I don't think this is safe to drink. I mean, didn't the old mare say she uses spark battery solution to make this?"

"And it gives the stuff an extra magical zap to it." The diamond dog said with a laugh. "Anyways, didn't you do shit like all the time back in the old world, oh Captain Chrome."

"No, well ya, but that was all lights and smoke. Like I told you, I'm an actor…, well was one anyways. It was all putting on a show, and anyways, I had a stunt double do the dangerous stuff." Golden explained again for the… he wasn't sure, having lost count a while back. The residents of the wasteland had almost no concept of actors, or what was done to make movies. Some even thought the old films were true stories for Celestia's sake.

"That's boring." Priscilla said disappointedly. "Pa was right, never meet your heroes, ever. They always disappoint you." She understood all that Applewood mumbo jumbo, she just didn't care. Still, it was disappointing to learn that Captain Chrome was just a prissy and pampered stallion.

Clattering came from further into the raider den as a heavily armored raider unicorn stomped from around a corner, levitating a minigun covered in razor wire. It was the boss of this group, and he had finished preparing for this fight. Priscilla smiled from under her helmet as she went and picked up her shield.

"Harsh… but true." Golden said, taking cover right before a roar of gunfire drowned out all noise.

Rushing forward, Priscilla shoulder checked the raider with her shield, and knocked away the minigun. She then felt herself be lifted up and thrown through a wall, sending dust and drywall everywhere.

The raider laughed as foam dripped from his mouth. "Ya NCR cunts are all the same, all the same… oh… wait, your one of those dog fucks… I always wanted to fuck one! Show me ya ass bitch"

"Why don't you fuck this!" Priscilla snarled as she jumped forward, swinging her super sledge, but it was caught in the raiders magic.

"Yes… no, maybe after you!" The raider chattered, his eyes bloodshot, unfocused, and with a bit of a rainbow shine to them. His horn was also scorched black, yet small sparks of magical energy arched across it.

Priscilla knew the symptoms, this raider was a trixie addict. The new chem floating around that boosts one's magic at the cost of their sanity.

Again she felt herself be lifted off her paws, and tossed through another wall, but this time the unicorn didn’t let go, and slammed her into the ground. Her armor protected her, but Priscilla was now regretting having left her shotgun behind. So as she was pulled from the hole in the floor the Raider made with her body, and felt her being squeezed, she knew she was in a bad position.

Then the raider stopped, and then she felt her armor being pulled…

Nope! She thought as she tried to struggle, as one peace then came off. Impacts her armor could take, but they were not made for being pulled apart. So at the buckles on her chestplate strained, and then came undone, she knew what was on the raiders mind and didn’t like it.

“B… boss!” Rust Bucket called out. “What do we do with the stallion?”

The raider boss growled at the smaller raider, “You fuck him, he looks your type anyways.” He then refocused on Priscilla, licking his lips. "I'm going to make this one worship my di-"

*Bang*

The raider boss’s head disintegrated into green goo, slowly followed by the rest of him, leaving only the armor covered in the stemming green residue.

With a snort, Rust Bucket burst into green flames, and in his place Golden Joystick was in his place. Holstering his SG Master Blaster, Golden let out a sigh. “That never ceases to just look so wrong.” He stated as he moved the green goo armor with his magic.

Picking herself off the ground, Priscilla took off her helmet and dropped it, painting heavily from what just happened. “I… I had it.” She said, walking up to Golden. “Everything was under control.”

Golden's eyes shifted nervously, unsure if he upset his companion or not. “Well I… I just wanted to… ya, show you my acting skills.”

She grabbed him by the scruff of his fluff around his neck, pulling him up, getting muzzle to muzzle, and looking him in the eyes. “It wasn't bad.” Priscilla snarled before kissing him on the lips, her tongue caressing his own.

It was a surprise to Golden, but not an unwanted one as he reciprocated the kiss.

They then paused, looking at the blood and destruction around them.

"Maybe we can continue this another time." Golden suggested.

With her one good eye, Priscilla drunkenly glared at the half Changeling. Both the fighting, and his timely aid was leaving her rather in the mood. Something that was not going to last long if they just left. Looking over to where the raider boss had come from, an idea hit her. A hazy idea, but an idea no less.

"No." Priscilla said as she stomped towards the raider bosses room with Golden in one paw, as she unlatched her armor with the other. As she felt lighter and lighter, her spiked tail swished with excitement.

The raider boss's room was what they had come to expect, dirty and littered with used chems and booze bottles. But there was an actual bed here, although broken, but it was going to end up that way once she was done with Golden.

Tossing the stallion on the bed, Priscilla smirked. "Cock out fuck colt."

Golden was still very unsure about this relationship he had started, commonly being the one to lead and be dominant. Yet though he didn't feel that willing, his groin was more than just up for the challenge.

Fully erected, all Golden could do was watch as Priscilla climbed onto the broken bed, it bending and cracking under the muscular diamond dog. She then turned around, tail up with her pussy exposed.

"Lick!" She commanded as she took a tight hold of his cock.

Just the touch of her paws felt better than any hoof or claw job he had ever felt before, and as a gentile stallion, he always gave back as good as he got.

Priscilla let out a moan as she felt his tongue caress her. Just big and long enough to hit everything just right. It was cheating how Changeling could do that, reading her pleasure like a book and turning it up higher than she ever had before. None of her previous partners were even half as good, and Golden was only using his tongue.

Opening her maw, she took all of his cock into her mouth, shoving her pussy into Golden's face as she easily deepthroated the stallion, determined to make him cum first before her hips gave out.

But as Golden's cock twitched, waves of pleasure rippled through Priscilla's body as she let out a cock filled mouth moan, orgasiming.

Needing to come up for air, Priscilla took a deep breath only to be hit in the face by Golden's ejaculation. A bit annoyed, she licked it off her face with her long wet tongue, only to feel even more aroused.

"Fuck." She grumbled, now remembering that his jizz was effectively an aphrodisiac.

Looking back, Golden was still catching his breath, but not out of it yet. So lifting her hips, Priscilla positioned her now lubricated cunt over his still erect cock, carefully moving it so that she could slide down it.

"C… can you give me a…" Golden was about to ask for a breather, but saw the lust driven look in Priscilla's eye. There was no stopping this train until she was out of steam, and Golden knew it. "Never mind."

With a slam, golden grunted as both pain and pleasure mixed. The massive bitch threatened to break his hips with the power of her own hips as she forcefully rode up and down his cock. Priscilla's tongue flopped out as another orgsim came, causing her to salivate with pleasure, her mind further in a haze.

Twitching and pumping, Golden's balls were quickly drained as Priscilla cunt drained him of everything, and still demanded more. If he was a normal stallion, then this would soon be over, with his spirit willing, but his body not. But he was Golden Joystick, the upcoming superstar of Equestria's golden age of film, lover of enough mares that he had lost count, and also a half changeling. The changeling part being most important for this situation.

Priscilla let out a surprised moan as she felt her folds widened apart more as everything that touched Goldens cock felt as though it was being caressed. "Ch… cheater." She managed to say through gritted teeth as yet another orgasim came.

Not willing to give in, Priscilla continued to ride Golden, but after a few more trips up and down his pole, she hit something familiar. The stallion had formed a knot at the base of his cock, and it was just the right size for her. So licking her lips with anticipation, she forced her way down. Where she heard a pop from one of her hips, causing an eye to twitch with the most pleasurable pain as Golden began to pump her insides full.

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With her head pounding, Priscilla only now understood how foul smelling it was in that raider den, now regretting getting utterly plastered before running off. "Can you stop me next time." She bemoaned.

"I tried, many times." Golden complained, but he knew it fell on deaf ears. "Did you at least have fun?"

Picking up the rusty, but still in good enough condition minigun, Priscilla smiled wide. "Fuck ya." She then clutched her head again as it pounded like being hit by her super sledge. "Maybe you were right about that spark battery stuff."

Golden took a sip of the lunashine booze. "I don't know, I think I can get used to this."

Priscilla let out a snort, "just don't kill yourself like that. I've never had a ride like you since… ever."

Trotting up to her, Golden gave Priscilla a playful nudge. "Just don't go getting all soft on me. A beautifully big bitch like you is best when in charge."

The diamond dog felt her face go flush at the word beautiful, and quickly turned her head to hide it. "Ya ya, I ain't getting soft any time soon. Not when we still got those villains to hunt."

The two then began their trip back to the settlement to bring them the good news. All while Priscilla made a mental note to not leave her guns behind next time.

Ch 7, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 4.

The Raider grunted as he let another load into Flask, hoping to be the one to impregnate her. Sucked dry, he finally let her go, and layed back to catch his breath.

Several piercings and plenty of warpaint now adorned Flask, looking like any other raider. Though her scratched and cracked glasses did hint at something more.

Free from her current partner, Flask wiped herself clean and trotted over to her daughter, letting her little Centrifuge begin suckling on one of her swollen teats. It had barely been a week since she was born, and Flask could see the part of her that was Cast Iron’s. Strangely, the filly also had a near black tongue and a slight green glow in her eyes that reminded her of the ghouls. Centrifuge was also quite thin despite how much she fed her, so Flask could only assume that this was all due to her filly's father being a ghoul and that she as healthy as she could be.

She could only guess that it was because her father is a ghoul that Centrifuge was like this.

Looking back at her current partner, Flask was filled with disgust by the idea of him impregnating her, not if she had a choice in the matter. Fortunately she was able to make a rather primitive contraceptive, and soon after Centrifuge was born she had started taking it daly. Though it made her a bit sick, it would give her a bit more time.

As of now, Flask was the only medicine mare the Rippers had. Her slow poisoning of the others had worked, and though suspicious of her, the Rippers could not afford to lose her. Not when the chems Flask made were far superior to whatever the other medicine mare's offered.

Effectively, her plan was to poison all the raiders, and when the time was right, kill them all in one go. Though she had gotten used to being the tribe whore, there was no way she was letting Centrifuge share her fate.

Signs of the plan were already starting to show, as many of the raiders were already addicted to the chems Flask made, and coming to see her frequently just for more. Though Flask did fuck many of them as well, it was now by her request, which had the added affect of making them addicted to her body.

"Dear medicine mare." The Matriarch spoke up as she entered. "I see you are true to your duty. Though it is unnecessary to look after that foal as well. Let the slaves nurse her, as it is their purpose."

Flask did her best to hide her disgust for the old mare, for she was the one who dictated everything here, and had the power to end their raider ways. But no, this old bitch revealed in the power she had, salivated from the cruelty she afflicted. Flask hated the raiders, but came to understand that she was the one who made them this way, made them beyond redemption. Worst to Flask was how she clearly wanted to separate Centrifuge from her, where Flask could not insure her daughters safety.

For Flask suspended that the old crone planned on killing her daughter. Not out of making sure Flask was loyal, but to just hurt Flask.

"It is fine, she is to be my successor, so she must drink my milk." Flask told the Matriarch while keeping her head down.

The Matriarch huffed in annoyance. "You should be focusing on being bred, not nursing the young. Or did you not forget the deal."

"But if something would happen to my little one, I would not be able to perform my medicine mare duties out of grief. Then what would the tribe do without their medicine." Flask replied.

This further annoyed the old mare, but with how addicted the tribe was, including the Matriarch, she could not harm Flask without a backlash from the other raiders.

"Fine then, but this is not why I am here." The Matriarch said with a smirk. "The clawed ghost has become more active lately, and taken more lives."

Flask nodded, "The albino cragataur, the warriors have brought in monsters like it and let me cut them open."

She had only memories of old books to go off of, but the monsters seem to be a hybrid of a cragadile a minotaur, and some other creatures… maybe even pony. But Flask had just been calling them cragataur. Mainly they just wanted Flask to help cure the skin and make armor for them, but the monsters were also good ingredients for some new potions.

"Yes the cragataur as you call them. Well, we had a vision, one of using the ghost and its kin to conquer our rivals. And you will aid us in this endeavor." The Matriarch said with a wide grin.

Flask gulped in worry, hoping she was just high and not serious about that.

"We require you make us a potion in which to tame the cragataur, and the ghost. No… we demand it!"

"It… it will be done." Flask said, knowing that she had no choice in the matter.

"You have a month." The old mare said smugly, and trotted out of Flasks tent.

Picking up Centrifuge, Flask gave her daughter a hug as she burped her, fully knowing that she was given an impossible task. Possibly to get rid of her without pissing off the rest of the Rippers. "If the potion failed, and the Rippers died, I would be to blame. And if not killed, then thrown in with the slaves."

But Flask had not gotten this far to just give up now, not when she had her daughter to protect.

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Flask was dumbstruck as she was taken to the cragataur cave, not expecting to be the one to be sent down to tame the monsters. But thinking about it, the Matriarch likely didn't want a chance the other raiders side would side with Flask even if it fails. No, she wanted Flask dead, and that's it.

Looking at the condition of her potions, doubt set in. Yes they had worked, but she had only tested it on stallions. Already they had a few cragataurs effectively tamed by potion, so she was sure it would work for her… mostly sure.

The only problem was an ingredient Flask had added to the mix, Venus root to be exact, was going to have an effect on her. The Rippers mainly used it on the slaves to pacify them, the stuff being a rather effective aphrodisiac, turning some of the poor mares into sex addicts. She herself had tried it, and effectively had the second best sex in her life. So she thought maybe a little would calm the cragataurs.

It had, but the raiders who had to drink it as an experiment she later had to fuck. Though fun, it took them longer to go limp than normal. So Flask was not looking forward to becoming considerably horny as she pacified a bunch of rock lizard monsters.

Venturing into the damp cave, Flask poured her first potion over herself, giving her the smell of a cragataur. Which so far had made the monsters less interested in eating the pony who drank it… most of the time. She just needed to get to the clawed ghost, and hit it with the taming potion, and it should follow her around.

The effects of the potion then hit Flask, as her cunt began to drool, and her face flushed. The venus root was too damn effective. If she survived this, she was going to demand they gang bang her and make her pregnant.

Shaking her head, Flask regained control of her own mind, the thought of actually wanting to be bred by the Rippers still sickening her. Either she was going to need to get off before returning to the rippers, or find a way to counteract the potion.

With a rumble, Flask froze as a Cragataur came out of a nearby pond. Its rock scales were rough and thick, clattering as it stomped over, eyeing Flask with bright yellow eyes. It was big, twice the size of a pony, with two horns coming out of the side of its head, and large claws that tapped on the ground as the thing walked on its knuckles.

They both stared at each other for a long moment, but then the Cragataur moved away to some mound and laid next to it. It still glared at Flask, but didn’t move, so Flask simply trotted further into the tunnel.

To Flask shock, there was a structure inside the tunnel, some old lab flooded with water. There was also a lot of Cragataurs here, but they seemed less interested in Flask, and more interested in protecting their little mounds.

Making her way further in, she found what she was looking for, a larger Cragataur with glistening white quarts scales, and it was looking at her with ruby red eyes. Both its horns and claws were bigger, and looked like clean cut crystals. Also, unlike the other Cragataurs, this one was exceptionally clean, almost polished, and so was the area around it. Though most things had water damage, much of the lab equipment and terminals were clean and well cared for, possibly even recently used.

The monster acknowledged Flasks presents, gaving out a loud grunt before sniffing the air. Strangely Flask though she could see the monster thinking, even raising a rocky eyebrow at her. Then it let out a roar which she knew was bad.

Throwing her other potion, Flask prayed to Celestia for a miracle.

The Ghost charged, getting hit by the taming potion as it got closer to Flask. Then it slowed down to a stop right in front of Flask. It sniffed the air again around her, and then sniffed her as poster slacked, and it seemed to relax.

“It… worked!” Flask said in excitement. Though how to lure the thing back to the Rippers was the new problem.

As she pondered on how to move the large monster, she then felt a claw gently grab onto her. Looking back she saw that the ghost was drooling with its tongue out and eyes on her… It also had two monster dicks that quickly became fully erect.

Flask looked at the other Cragataurs, and realized that all the others must be female…

And it was the only male.

And she likely smelt like a female Cragataur ready to mate.

“Fuck…” Flask said in a defeated tone as she began to drool as well, her mind wandering to how good those dicks will feel. It was too late for Flask, as the aphrodisiac on her and the monster mixed, taking hold of her mind. She opened up her legs, vaganale fluid alredy running down them, and she then said, "make me your bitch ya horny monster!"

Pressed down on her, the monster's power was immense. And as it pressed inside of her, filling both her cunt and anus at the same time, Flask let out a pleasure filled moan of pain, causing tears to form in her eyes from it. The monster's cocks were bigger than she had ever felt before, and as she was pulled into it, her abdomen bulging.

For a moment she thought it was going to break her, far too big for a pony to take. But as she gasped from it, the Ghost stopped, and began slowly moving its hips, as though being gentle. Lightly trusting into Flask, she was quickly getting used to its size, the pain of it dulling with each thrust, but so was the pleasure.

"H… harder!" She moaned out. "Harder you stupid best!"

The Ghost then stopped, its massive claws letting go of her back and then grabbing hold of her hips.

Then she realized, fuck it understood me! Right as it thrusted deep into her.

Like a wild animal, the albino cragataur began to fuck Flask with all its might. The drool from its mouth dripped onto her back, further coving her in his musk.

Her body convulsed, quickly going from one organism to the next with hardly a break in between. With her mind lost in the fog of pleasure, she didn't even notice it had begun to ejaculate into her until her stomach began to expand.

With each thrust, some of the monsters cum leaked out of Flask as more was pumped into her. Soon she started to look pregnant again, her body still elastic enough to hold more of the monster's seed then a pony normally can, and some more.

Eventually the monster ran out of energy, laying back and leaving an inflated Flask impaled on its cocks. The lust drunk Flask continued to move her hips, having energy for more. When she was finaly done, she let herself slide onto the monster's stomach, its cocks popping out of her, and its cum quickly flowed out of her.

Panting, Flask just laid there, her body still twitching from the pleasure, her mind slow to return to sanity.

"Ahh… that was… good." She breathed out, and then asked. "Say… if you… can understand me… can you lift a claw?"

The Ghost then lifted a claw up.

Flask blinked a few times, processing what it just did, ideas and thoughts running through her still hazy mind.

After regaining her energy, Flask began asking the monster questions, all while stroking its cocks, so as to keep it happy. Learning that the beast was indeed intelligent, though the other cragataurs were not. It didn't plan to eat her, unless Flask was a threat. Also, it was only killing the raiders because the raiders were attacking the females.

Overall, Ghost Claw, as she named him, just wanted to be left alone, where it could try and make more Cragataur like itself.

It then pointed at the lab, and Flask suspected that the cragataurs were not natural. She then suggested that she could help, since she is a trained arcano-tech potion maker. Which Ghost seemed interested. But then Flask let it know that it was only if it could help her rescue her daughter.

Ghost thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

Breathing as sigh of relief, Flask then looked the large cragataur in the eyes as she licked some of its cum off her hoof. "Say, you want to go for round two then?"

It gave her a nod, and Flask climbed its cocks for another ride.

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Flask was not one for reveling in the death of others, but as she led the cragataurs through a gap in the Ripper's defense, she found herself anticipating the chaos.

With a roar, the Rippers were caught with their dicks out as a large group of very pissed off cragataurs began charging through the camp. Their massive claws, and brutal horns easily smashed through the panicked raiders, some being thrown great distances into walls and others simply cut down like nothing. Even when the Rippers counter attacked, the cragataurs stony hide proved too tough to be easily stopped.

Flask herself rode on Ghosts back, the larger male able to pick up boulders and toss them at the raiders. She'd feel sorry for them, if it was not for them being horrible ponies that would had raped her into sumbishon if she had not been so submissive from the start.

With their defense crumbled, it was easy for Flask to guide Ghost to the Matriarch's tent, where the cragataur ripped off the top like it was nothing. There Flask saw Centrifuge in a cage, crying for her.

Pure rage filled Flask as the raider Matriarch babbled out "y… you want to be leader? I swear loyalty, yes. Spare me, and I can teach you."

Flask would laugh if she was not so disgusted with the hag. So she whispered to Ghost, "can you just toss her away like the trash she is, I would rather not have my daughter see that mess."

Ghost Claw nodded, and picking up the old hag, she begged for her life. But Ghost didn't care, he knew who and what she was, and was not going to suffer letting her live. So he tossed her, a trail of piss following the old mare as the raider boss splattered against a nearby wall, spraying blood around her now flattened corpse.

Effortlessly tearing open the cage, Ghost gave Centrifuge back to Flask and she hugged her daughter with all her might. "It's okay darling, mama's got you!"

As Flask looked back at the raider camp, hearing the screams and roars of battle, it was both horrible and beautiful at the same time. And she hoped that never again will the Rippers plague the Equestria Wasteland.

Ch 8, Of Love and Loathing.

With a few taps on his portable terminal, the lights turned on around Gadget, and the air began flowing again. Many of the systems of Stable 69 were older then old, and the spell matrix's that kept everything running required frequent maintenance. Stable-tec built things to last, but nothing lasted forever without somepony to maintain it. Without proper maintenance, things like indusral the water purification talisman could burn out, and then somepony would need to leave the stable to find a new one.

"See, I knew you could do it." Ruby praised Gadget, patting him on the back. "And here the overmare was going to just let the maintenance chief dick around for another year before fixing anything."

"I… still think this was a bad idea, the maintenance chief is still the overmare's son, and he doesn't like getting overshadowed like that." Gadget warned.

"It'll be fine, I got your back afterall." The taller mare nuzzled up next to Gadget, causing the smaller stallion to blush.

This sign of affection would have been frowned upon in the stable due to the strict breeding controls, but Ruby and Gadget were considered compatible partners, and expected to have foals in the near future. Something that most couples were less than happy about due to the lack of choice, but for Ruby, it was something she couldn't be any happier about. But for Gadget, he was still unsure about their partnership, though he had accepted the situation long ago and had officially gotten married a year back.

Not like they had a choice in the matter, but at least for Gadget, Ruby did seem to like him even though she rarely treated him like a stallion.

In fact, they were exact opposites, with Ruby being taller, stronger, and more wilful, she was more like a stallion then most stallions in the stable. Gadget on the other hoof was smaller, softer, and rather demure, often made fun of for being more mare like then most mares. Even their jobs reflected this, with Ruby being a security mare, where Gadget worked as both a programmer and assistant cook. Actually he was just the assistant cook, since a terminal technician was so rarely ever needed in a stable.

Unplugging his portable terminal from both his pipbuck and the area's main terminal, Gadget packed up his things. The portable terminal, or P.T. for short was an artifact passed down through Gadget's family from when they worked for Stable-Tec, letting him crack or rewrite the spell matrix code of any terminal. It was his treasure, and even his cutie-mark was an image of it. Which he was happy with, as his other family artifact was a silenced .22 pistol he never used. But sadly, the stable was set on making him work in the kitchen, where his true talents would be wasted.

"Ruby… thanks for giving me the opportunity to prove myself, but I still think this was a bad idea." Gadget said as he rubbed his leg nervously. "I mean, why waste the effort on me. Not like you would have chosen me if you could."

Ruby frowned, and then lightly jabbed her husband on the shoulder. "Hey now, stop lumping me in with the other mares who complain non stop about their partners. I mean, the most popular stallion among the mares is clearly fucking the cheiff sanitation officer over his own wife."

Gadget cocked an eyebrow at that. "Bu… but they're both stallions? How would that even work?"

Ruby shrugged. "Hay, all I know is that as long as they ain't fucking mares that arnt their partners, the cheiff of security don't care. Not that he cares about shit so long as the Overmare keeps him supplied with booze."

A long sigh came from Gadget. "You know that your mouth will get you in trouble someday."

She wiggled her eyebrows at Gadget as she said. "There's one way you can shut me up."

Gadget blushed as Ruby got closer, her hoof pushing it way between his back legs. "Ruby… maybe we should go back to… our room."

"I got a long shift soon, so you better spread those legs for me. And I ain't asking." Ruby said with a sly grin.

Unlike other mares, Ruby found Gadget's more feminine nature to be rather attractive. For her it was the best of both worlds, as Gadget was rather cute looking, and that he had an above average dick. Unfortunately, the mixed genders locker room in security gave her eyes enough sample size among stallions to know what was the average. And though Ruby did like the attention from the other mares that she got, with a few trying to court her, Rubyxs barn door only swung for Gadget.

Truthfully, Ruby would have gotten herself pregnant by Gadget long ago if only the Overmare would let her. But no, they must maintain the breeding order to maintain population leves. It all just pissed her off that she can't grow her family with Gadget without permission.

Gadget hid his face as Ruby unzipped his jumpsuit, the bulge in it already apparent that he was turned on. Despite all his protest about being treated like a stallion, Gadget was more submissive and breedable then any mare in the stable, of which Ruby wouldn't want anything different about it.

Unzipping the molted cock, Ruby got to work rubbing it with her hoof, making sure it was good and hard. Once satisfied, she pulled it to her and gave it a lick. She was a big and strong mare, but no way she was going to go in dry, this cock needs lubrication. And as the precum leaked out, Ruby took Gadget's cock into her mouth to spread it around.

Letting out a moan, Gadget felt his member pulse, and while still in Ruby's mouth, he came. There was a momentary pause before Ruby pulled back, cum dripping from the roof of her mouth before she licked it up. "Who said you could orgasim first?" She asked coldly.

Gadget looked away as he apologized. "S… sory."

Ruby rolled her eyes as she unzipped her own suit. "I guess you will just have to work extra hard to please me then."

Strattaling Gadget, Ruby moved his cock under her, and lowered herself onto it. She still didn't know if Gadget was on the larger size, or if the other dicks she'd seen were just smaller, but as her insides were filled, she knew Gadget was just the right size for her.

So Ruby let out a moan as her hips began to move, Gadget moving his own with her. It didn't take long until a quivering sense of pleasure ran up Ruby's spine, as Gadget knew just how to move to get her off. One, two, three orgasims in quick session before she felt him finish off in her, announced the end of this short bit of fun.

Panting, Gadget was spent, and he would need more time before he could do much of anything again.

Getting off him, Ruby quickly cleaned him off with her mouth before wiping herself down. "Ya… I needed that." She said before kissing Gadget on the lips.

Blushing Gadget scrunched up his nose. "C… can you not kiss me after having my dick in your mouth."

"No" was all Ruby said as she zipped her suit back up.

Gadget just sighed as he zipped up his own suit, finding it a bit awkward with how his cock was still at half mast. "Alright, but let's try and keep it in our room next time. What if somepony sees us?"

"More the fun then." Ruby chuckled out as she trotted away.

Following her, Gadget stammered out. "Th… that's not funny!"

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Word had quickly gotten out about Gadget's quick restoration to the disabled section of the stable, and though it wasn't an important part of the stable, it would have diverted resources and time to fix it. And though the maintenance ponies would still need to check things out, it wasn’t as big of a dead as it would have been.

And so several of the older stallions pulled Gadget into the stallion only bar to celibate.

"Chears!" One of the other stallions yelled, forcing Gadget to drink another shot of Stable-99 apple whisky.

"It's nothing, I'm telling you. Just a gl… glitch in the pro… programming. Easy fix." Gadget protested.

One of the older stallions scoffed. "Easy fix!, he says!" Everypony then laughed. "Nopony else here knows how to reprogram a spell matrix, all those zeros and ones just make my head hurt."

Another, even older, stallion patted Gadget on the back. "Ya remind me a lot of your dear great grandfather, a diminutive programmer like yourself. May Celestia rest his soul."

"I know, I have photos of all my ancestors. We've never been tall stallions." Gadget admitted.

Another older stallion then leaned in. "Actually, and don't tell nopony, I found the old stable photo album, and get this, your ancestor ain't in the original photo."

"Oy, no going on about old rumors, okay!" Another stallion chastised the previous.

Gadget felt a bit confused and a little curious. "What old rumors?" He asked.

One of the stallions sighed. "I guess we ought to tell you. The old rumor is that your ancestors weren't part of the original stable residence. Well actually most of us older folks know that to be true. Look far enough in the records and it's there, a Stable-Tec technician opening the big old door to get himself and his family into the stable. Were he then fixed some majorly bad code that could have endangered the stable."

Gadget's eyes opened wide in shock. "Why haven't I heard of that?"

"Cuss one of the previous overmare's was a huge bitch and didn’t like stories of outsider breaking their way in, so she made sure we didn't talk about it. Just Like the current one"

"Was there anything else to the rumor?" Gadget asked.

He then leaned in close, speaking softly. "Well ya know that gun that your pops gave ya along with that portable terminal. Well my old man told me it's something that Ministry of Awesome agents used, not Stable-Tec. Though it is only a rumor."

Gadget didn't know what to think of that, and he was a bit too buzzed to even think properly about anything, so when another stallion yelled "cheers" it was already out of mind for him.

The small party went on for a bit longer, with a few more shots of whisky going around. But due to Gadget's smaller body, he found himself more drunk than the others. Who had then fully called quits and gave him some water before getting back to work. As they trickled out, others had tricked in, though Gadget was having a hard time recognizing them, and he did notice they had gotten any other pony still here to leave.

"Hay Gadget." Spoke Crossed Wires, the maintenance staff chief. "Having fun?"

Gadget raised his glass of water, "just sob… hic… sobering up."

Another glass was pushed towards him as Cross Wires said. "Maybe you should rethink that, and have a drink with your friends. We are friends after all?"

There was now a tension in the air even Gadget could feel, but he took the drink and downed it. "Friends? Ya, we're friends."

A grin formed on Cross Wires muzzle as he poured himself a drink of the whiskey. "Good, good. So as a friend, why would you embarrass me like that? I mean, it's something a friend wouldn't do, you understand."

It took a moment, but Gadget understood. "S… sorry about that. But it was an easy fix, a waste of your time, ya know. Now you're free to do other things."

But Cross Wire didn't look pleased at all. "What other things. We're in a stable, where things don't change." He then let out a sigh. "It's going to be years until the next time something breaks, years where I'm looked at as redundant. You know how that makes me feel, do you?"

"S… sorry." Gadget again apologized.

"We'll, a sorry doesn't fix it, now does it." Cross Wire said spitefuly.

Gadget was feeling both confused and a bit scared now as his head spun a little with the alcohol in his system. "I… I could make you a cake."

Cross wire glared at Gadget for a moment, but then reached out and raised his chin. "You know, you would have made a great mare. So small and soft looking, a real shame you're a stallion…" a cruel grin then formed on his face. "Then again… that does have its advantages."

Gadget pushed back to begin trotting away, but one whistle from Cross Wire got his two lakies to grab Gadget.

"Ummm… maybe we should take this up with the Overmare." Gadget suggested.

But Cross Wire shook his head. "No, I don't think we will." He then motioned at one of the stallions holding Gadget. "Can you lock the door, make sure no pony interrupts us."

With a hiss the door to the rest of the stable shut, and with a click, it was locked.

Gadget himself was pushed to Cross Wire, and to his drunken shock, the stallion was rubbing his cock. "Now if you will, put your pretty lips to work for me."

"N… no! This is wrong, you know it." Gadget protested.

But Cross rolled his eyes. "And who do you think will care? Now suck my cock, Gadget!"

Pushed forward, Cross's cock was forced into his mouth, the other pony pushing and pulling Gadget's head.

A yelp then came from Cross and Gadget was pulled back, only to get backed hoofed. "Use your teeth again and I'm breaking a leg." Another cruel grin then formed on his face. "Ya know what. I could always go after Ruby."

"Don't you dare." Gadget growled, sounding more sober.

But Cross kept on smiling. "Oh I know I can't touch her, but accidents can happen. That is unless you cooperate."

Gritting his teeth, Gadget knew he could do it, and get everpony to look the other way. The overmare was his mother after all. "F… fine. Just leave her alone and I'll do it."

The other pony let go of Gadget, and under his own free will he took Crosses cock and began to suck it. Slowly at first, but soon he felt Cross grab the back of his head and force him all the way down. Tears welling up in Gadget's eyes as he did his best to suppress his gag reflex and not puke from disgust.

Then it came, Cross ejaculating foul tasting liquid into Gadget's mouth before letting him go.

Unable to suppress it anymore, Gadget turned and puked out the contents of his stomach onto Cross, and made a puddle of whisky, cum and bile on the floor.

"Great, now I have to get that cleaned up!" Cross said as he pushed Gadget's face into the bile. "But I know how you can repay me."

Gadget's eyes went wide as he felt Cross press his cock into his ass. The pain was immense as the smell of the bile assaulted Gadget's nose. He could barely think as he was being raped, only cry as he sifled a whimper with each thrust.

Cross took his time, making sure that each thrust went in deep, all while imaging Gadget as nothing more than a weak mare. And when he finally finished off inside of Gadget, he made sure to stay in him a little longer.

Pulling out, Cross turned to his two lackys, "you want a turn?"

Before Gadget could even struggle, he felt himself be turned over, the two other stallions hard and ready to go. Already defeated and out of energy, he simply let them do as they pleased. As both his anus and mouth were again raped, his biggest sham was that his own cock was hard and dripping cum, as though betraying him and enjoying it.

Eventually Gadget mercifully blacked out, where he hoped this was all just a nightmare.

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Ruby was absolutely in rage, and she made sure everypony knew it. When she heard that Gadget was in the medical ward she was scared, but after seeing his condition, it was clear to her what had happened. She may not be a smart mare, but she wasn't stupid eather. So when nopony would tell her who was involved, she knew exactly who was responsible.

So now she sat in the brig, blood still on her collar. Not that she cared.

The door to her cell open, and flanked by two security ponies was the overmare, Circuit Breaker. The old mare was cranky looking as ever, not that Ruby could blame her. But it pissed her off that the old mare was mad at her. Mad at her after what her rapist son did!

"I don't regret it!" Ruby said before Circuit said anything. "Not after what he and his friends did."

Circuit scowled at Ruby. "You nearly killed my son!"

"Your son raped my husband!" Ruby growled back.

Taking a deep breath, Circuit calmed down. "No, that was just a friendly interaction between stallions that just went too far."

"Too far! Gadget nearly choked on his own bile!" Ruby countered.

But Circuit's expression didn't change. "Yes, and I'll properly have my son reprimanded for that. But you went way over the line, Ruby."

Ruby snarled at the overmare. "Over the line! After what he did!"

"You and I both know that stallions cannot commit rape on each other." Circuit quickly said as though it was a matter of fact. "Rape can only be done on a mare, and no matter how feminine Gadget looks, he is still a stallion."

"Bullshit! Stop covering for Cross Wire, and take responsibility for once in your hag life!" Ruby snapped at Circuit.

Unable to hold herself back, Circuit slapped Ruby. "You attack seven different ponies like some psychopath, nearly killing three. If you weren't stopped, who knows how many more you would have hurt!"

The hit didn't even make Ruby flinch. "Should I add one more to that list then?" She threatened

The two security ponies stepped in between Ruby and Circuit, the overmare pushed out of the cell. "It's clear that you're unable to control yourself, and have some mental defeat we must have missed." She then let out a sigh. "It's clear to me now that we must rethink your pairing with Gadget."

"You wouldn't dare!" Ruby shouted as she attempted to lunge out, but the two guards pushed her back down."

As the guards stepped out of the cell, and closed the door, Circuit trotted up to it again, looking Ruby in the eye. "Since there are no stallions currently available, we'll just have to pick from the bank and use the artificial method. I hope you come to understand that this is the right choice, for you and the stable."

Ruby slammed her hoof on the cell door, glaring at Circuit Breaker. "Oh, you better hope I don't ever get out of here you bitch!"

"Then be that way" she said, leaving the room, and Ruby in the cold cell.

Slumping back, Ruby stroked her tail, feeling more vulnerable, weak and useless then she ever had in her life.

With little to do, the only thing grounding Ruby to anything was her pipbuck radio, playing the same music it had always played for over a hundred years. The music was upbeat, despite most of it being about the end of the world in some fashion or other. But even that old music would loose its charm, becoming another reminder of her fucked up situation.

After what felt like an eternity, the door to the brig opened up. The room's lights were dimmed as it was lights out, and everypony should be asleep other than night security. Heavy hooves ment it was a stallion, but the uneven gate meant they were injured. Ruby was no detective, to the point that the chief of security repeatedly chastised her for her lack of awareness, but she didn't need those skills to know who it was.

Rolling her eyes and letting out a huff of annoyance, Ruby made a guess. "Cross Wire, is that you?"

He let out a growl. "I thought you were the dumb one here?"

"When dealing with brain dead rapists like you, nopony needs to be smart." Ruby snarked back.

The light turned on and Cross stood there, bandaged up and with a splint on his leg. Which Ruby expected, but what caught her off guard was the 10mm pistol at his side. "You always did love to humiliate me, Ruby, even when we were foals. But it ends now."

She glared at him, knowing that things just got real dangerous. "What, your going to rape me too?"

He smiled wide. "What, no. Didn't you hear, it's physical impossible for a stallion to rape another stallion. Anyways, I'm not so stupid to open that cage you're in. No you're staying in there, trapped, and I'm." He patted the gun at his side. "Will be using this."

All Ruby could do was glare. She knew the brig was too far away from residential for anypony to hear her if she screamed, much less get here in time to stop this. She was fucked, and this psychopath had her where he wanted her. Nopony was coming to save her.

Again stroking her tail, not knowing what to do, she quietly whimpered out, "Sorry Gadget"

Cross drew the pistol, but then the lights went out.

*Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click*

*Thud!*

The lights turned back on, and Cross Wire was laying on the ground with several small holes in his neck and head, all bleeding profusely. The look on Cross Wire's face was lifeless, frozen in shock and pain. Ruby couldn't be sure, but she just knew that he was dead.

"Ruby!" Gadget called out as he rushed to the cell door.

Despite her shock, Ruby thrusted herself at the cell door. "Gadget, but how? Why?"

He pulled out his portable terminal. "There's nothing the stable can hide from me with this. Anyway, when I found out that they were going to separate us, I knew I had to act." He then drew a small pistol with a long and thick barrel. "And when I saw Cross heading your way, I knew my ancestor's pistol was needed."

That put a smile on Ruby's face, but then she looked down at Cross, and dread filled her. No way the overmare was going to forgive this. "But… they're going to kill you for this."

Gadget looked down at the corps, and then spat at it. "If we stay, that is."

"You don't mean?" Ruby began to ask, and Gadget nodded. "But how, it's not safe out there."

"It's not safe in here either, Ruby. And it's going to become even more dangerous here soon." He said as the cell door clicked open. "A lot of ponies are upset at the overmare, and she's planning on completely locking down the stable. If we don't move now, we might never get the chance again."

Stepping out, Ruby hugged her smaller husband. "Okay, I get it. But are you okay, like really okay?"

Gadget shook his head. "No, not at all. But nothing would be worse than losing you. Now let's go before security catches on!"

"Wait!" Ruby said before grabbing the 10mm pistol from the ground, and holstered it onto her security boarding. Then she trotted to a nearby shelf, picking up a retractable baton, placing it into its sheath. "Okay, let's go!"

They quickly trotted out of the brig and made their way to the stable's big gear door. The last time Ruby had been there was when some poor mare was exiled from the stable for theft and making chems.

"There you are!" A nervous mare spoke as she stood in the stable entry way. "Let's go before security catches on!"

There were several ponies here waiting for Ruby and Gadget. Though she didn't know most of them all that well, she knew of them. A few ponies who were never given partners due to genetic incompatiy. A pair who were clearly not each other's partner. And a mare by the name Bunsen, who had been caught sleeping with a stallion not her partner a while back. Her husband was the one sleeping with the chief of sanitation, so Ruby couldn't blame her for cheating

This was actually good news, since Bunsen was an alchemist, and if they were leaving, having a pony who could make medical potions would be a life saver.

Rushing to the control console, Gadget quickly plugged his portable terminal in and got to work. "Alright, as soon as this opens, everypony's going to know about it, so this is your last chance to turn back!"

Nopony did, and after a long moment, Gadget hit a big red button on the control console.

Alarms blared and yellow lights flashed as a contraption lowered from the ceiling and pressed itself into the big metal gear-shaped door.

Returning to Ruby's side, Gadget locked hooves with her as they watched the door let out an ungodly loud screech of metal on metal, before finally moving to the side.

One the sound had died down, and the dust had settled, the exit was clear in front of them. Behind them was the sound of angry shouting, getting ever closer. Gadget and Ruby looked at each other and kissed, savoring the moment as the others galloped to freedom.

"You!" Circuit screamed from the other side of a viewing window.

The two didn't say anything to her, just waved at her before making their way out into freedom. Unsure what they will face out there, but they knew they would face it together.

Ch 9, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 5.

Life in the cragataurs cave wasn't so bad, as further back Ghost actually kept parts of the lab in a maintained state. It turned out that he was actually extremely smart, possibly smarter than Flask, but lacked any real education. So though he understood what this place was, there was little he could do with it outside of trial and error.

So between reading the terminal entries and teaching a massive rock lizard how to read, Flask was quite busy.

What Flask had learned was that the place was made for restoring endangered or extinct animals. And this was a test sight for the real lab in some place called Sparkle-Cola World. With the cragataur being some weird accent of some mad pony trying to make a perfect bodyguard.

With a sigh, Flask wiped a smudge from her new clear quartz glasses, and got out of her chair to wobble to her bed. As it turned out, Flask had gotten pregnant from fucking Ghost, dispight the difference in species. She contributed that to the potion she made, as she did conduct her own experiments on the few raider mares they captured. Though it had taken a few months to confirm, she noted that the mares who drank the venus root potions ended up pregnant from Ghost like herself.

It wasn't necessary to do that to them, but Flask wanted some revenge. So Ghost had at least six more hybrid children on the way from them. Of which he was okay with, as at least half pony cragataurs would share his intellect.

As for Flask, her stomach had bloated up larger than when she was with Centrifuge, and she suspected twins, which was not going to be fun. So There was little she could do for herself until her new foals were born.

Ringing a bell, a mare trotted over, the defiant one that had arrived with Flask over a year ago. It had taken time, but the poor mare had slowly recovered from her treatment by the Rippers. Now she was sticking around both to help me, and to torment the remaining raider. Strangely she had become quite affectionate with Ghost, even choosing to get impregnated by him out of some sort of twisted sign of respect. And at this point, Flask suspected that she had fallen in love with the lizard.

But right now, she was helping Flask with her own pregnancy. "Um… Miss Flask, do you need anything?"

Flask beyond the mare over. "Yes, I think the birthing will be any day now, Flintknife, and I need you to make sure everything is ready."

Flintknife let out a sigh. "I already did all that Flask. The foals are safe, and all the video equipment you got working is prepared. We have enough medical supplies to kill a tribe, oh, and I double checked the raiders restaurants." A cruel grin formed on Flintknifes muzzle. "It's good to see those raider bitches be milked for a change."

Flask couldn't disagree, but doing to the raiders what they did to her seemed a bit much. "Do you ever think we're becoming like them, the raiders I mean?"

She scowled at her and turned around to show Flask her scarred cunt and anus. "We aint fucking them with spiked cocks as a way to dominate them!"

Nere Flask, Centrifuge began to fuss, and she levitated her little filly over. "It's okay, Mama's here." Flask then looked back to Flintknife. "I get it, and sorry for suggesting that. It's just, I worry sometimes."

Flintknife calmed down, trotting over to smile at Centrifuge. "No, I shouldn't lash out like that. But I understand, those monsters, they were ponies at some point. It's something to remember."

She then took a step back. "But I get it, if we act like monsters, we will become monsters. Anyways, I'll be nearby, so just ring me if your water breaks."

"I'll probably scream for you." Flask said jokingly.

Laying back in her bed, letting Centrifuge suckle, life in this cave wasn't so bad. In fact, it almost reminded her of home.

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The pregnancy was going on longer than Flask liked, and now she was getting worried. It was actually a problem for mares from stable 69. It had happened with Centrifuge, but fortunately the filly was small, and when labor did come, it wasn’t as much of a problem as it could have been.

But Flask was expecting two pony cragataur hybrids, who were clearly bigger than the average baby. If they got any bigger it would be a major problem. So that's why she decided it was time to force herself into labor.

Fortunately stable 69 was rather extensive in their sex education, up to parts that were a bit much for her at the time. Among that knowledge was that male ejaculation can induce labor in a pregnant mare, and if a pregnancy was taking too long, she should have sex. And from what she knew from some of the older mares from her Stable, it was true.

So with all the equipment set up, Flask Shaker was ready to record the whole process. For scientific research of course. Though she did masterbait to the videos of Ghost fucing those raiders, and Flintknife, it did help with researching on the cragataur mating habits… mostly.

But now Flask was going to record her own birthing, and catch the first glimpse of the hybrids. That and she had to admit, not having had sex in months was driving her a bit crazy. She was sure it was from all the sex forced upon her by the raiders, but Flask was sure she might have developed a minor sex addiction. Then again, she suspected that she might have always been a nympho.

So as the bloated Flask trotted into a shallow pond, Flintknife turned on the cameras, and Ghost stomped over.

The large cragataur let out an annoyed huff and pulled out a sine that he wrote on with chalk. "This is bad thinking." He wrote down.

Flask rolled her eyes. "My hips may be able to expand wide, but if they get any bigger you will need to cut the foals out of me."

Again Ghost huffed. "Fine. We do this."

Turning to one of the cameras, Flask lifted a bord in which had a file number and research name. Research recording number 24, for the cragataur pony hybrid experiment.

Waddling over to Ghost, the large rock lizard wasn't ready, so Flask had to help him out. Having him sit down, Flask began playing with his massive balls, fondling and then licking them. Of which Flask was grateful on how much Ghost kept himself clean.

It didn't take long for ghost to get hard, and as Flask stroked one cock, she attempted to deep throated the other, but could only go half way. Precum filled her mouth, and using her tongue, Flask lubricated both of his cocks.

Feeling them puls from her attention, she opend her mouth wide as Gost shot his load at her face. The smell was horendus, yet addictive all the same, making her wet from the taste and smell.

At times Flask wondered if she could ever go back to normal stallions, but then she remembered that she had never been with a normal stallion, and if she only fucked ghost from here on, she didn't care.

With Ghost fully erect and ready to go, Flaak presented herself to him, and gently, he mounted her. But he didn't go straight for her cunt, opting to fuck her ass first, slowly gyrating his hips into her as his second cock slid inbwetween Flasks swolen tits.

Letting out a moan of plesher, Flask looked over at Flintknife, andvsaw the mare masterbaiting to them, which only turned Flask on more. If she could, Flask would also be rubbing her cunt, but her pregnant belly prevented her from reaching.

With a grunt, cum leeked out of Ghoasts cocks, and pulling out of Flask, he the shoved the tips of both cocks into her cunt, and began pumping. Filling her insides, Flask's leg twitchec with an orgasim, and she panted from the plesher.

But as soon as the moment had come, it had ended. Flask was then gently let go as she turnd to her side and let herself sit in the pond. Cum and other body fluid fouling up the water.

Even if this yelded no results, Flask still felt a bit satisfied.

But then she felt a cramp in her gut, and from her a pinkish red began flowing into the water. Flask was right, and the ejaculate had indused labor, or possibly the fucki g itself. But having no time to ponder, Flask prepared herself to bring out new life.

Flintknife trotted over to help, pulling out a potion Flask had prepared. Drinking the potion, the pain dulled, and Flask mind became clear. She didn't know how dangerous this birthing would be, so she made sure to make a super special potion just in case, which had healing properties, painkillers, and some soft mind altering chems so she could expand her mind while bringing in new life.

What seemed to happen was that Flask now watches herself from above, realizing she might have made the potion too strong. But that was neither here nori there as the birthing went quickly. The head of her second born crowning and being helped out by Flintknife.

What came out was a little colt, who had his fathers tail, front claws, two nub horns. Other then that, he looked just like Flask. Soon after Flask's second came out, this time a filly, who was just like her brother. Both were washed off, their umbilical cord cut, and placed into Flask hooves.

Her out of body experience soon came to and end, and she found herself holding her new children, both heathy and a bit heavy, but absolutely adorable.

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It would be weeks before Flask could truly move about, the birth of her children taking more out of her then she thought it would have, but she would recover in time for more children to be borne. All of which would be documented. And unfortunately, most of the raider mothers would not make it, but Flask attributed it to the raiders being sickly even before their capture, and their situation preventing them from getting healthy.

This made Flask feel rather lucky to have even survived it, and using the knowledge she gained, helped develop a potion for Flintknife, ensuring the mare's survival. As for the surviving raiders, it was decided to let them go since they couldn't be used for nursing due to them being diseased down to their breast milk. A problem both Flask and Flintknife had, but Flask managed to make enough of a cure using tech in the cave lab just for the two of them. Flask was also sure Flintknife just killed the raider they let go, but if she never asked about it that Flintknife would never need to lie about it.

With their family having grown, and even the cragataurs young growing, more research could be had. But to Ghost's disappointment, none of the cragataur were any bit like him, showing little to no higher cognitive functions. And as they grew, their mothers would wander off to find new waters to wade in, and their young would follow.

But to Flasks amazement, the cragataurs were rather protective mothers, and very gentle around them. So she was sure the monsters would grow up healthy and happy… for better or worse.

As for the hybrids and other foals, the old raider base was slowly being converted to a home for them, with strong walls and even a crude farm. With Ghost and Flintknife raising them, Flask was sure that this generation would not fall to raderdom… or at least she hoped.

And after over another year, and assisting with Flintknife's third pregnancy, they hit a problem as the foals were becoming sicker by the month. Flask knew it was radiation poisoning, though not severe yet, it would become a problem if not treated. Unfortunately, they didn't have the material to make all that much Rad-away potions, so Flask felt it was time for her to venter off to find them. Having written down her potion knowledge and trained up an apprentice, she knew they were in good hooves. So once the winter came to an end, she had a wagon up and ready.

Centrifuge poked out from the back of the wagon, oversized glasses dominating her face. The poor filly had inherited her mothers eyes, but everypony thought it made her cuter. "Mama! You should take Hopper with you!" She suggested, holding the massive wasteland toad.

Flask hated that toad, and would not budge on keeping it here. "Darling, Hopper needs to stay near the water, it be cruel to take him away." She lied. Those toads could live anywhere, just needed water to spawn.

"But mama, toadies can live anywhere!" Centrifuge countered; the filly also inherited Flask's intelligence.

She sighed, "no, and that's final. Anyways, Hopper will just get eaten out there, just leave him here where it's safe for him, okay." Actually Flask knew she would end up eating the thing if given the chance. But Hopper was Centrifuge's pet, and didn't want to do that to her.

The half ghoul filly deflated as she let Hopper go, the toad jumping away, where it quickly found a bloatsprite and devoured it whole. Seeing it never ceased to send a chill up Flask spine, to the point she sometimes had nightmares about it. She'd sooner kill herself then be eaten whole like that.

Fortunately, unlike the other foals, Centrifuge was heathy, thin, but heathy. Flask could only suspect it was her father's side that was responsible, as her little filly was practically immune to radiation. Stranger, Centrifuge seem to be heathier when being irradiated, something Flask would need to resurge.

Ghost and Flintknife came over to see them off, the large cragataur now dressed in a crude robe, giving the lizard a more civilized look. He then put down a box in front of Flask.

"We wanted to give you this before you go. Think of it as thanks for bringing us together… and hopes you return safe and sound." Flintknife said as Ghost opened the box.

Inside were several spare glasses made from Ghost's scales, a few repaired lab coats from the cave, reinforced with leather, and a spear with two rippers at the end.

Throwing on one of the coats, it fit Flask perfectly. "Oh this is wonderful, and having more glasses will be nice if I break the ones I have."

"Well you do trip up a lot, so it's only smart. But must you leave, there must be something around here you can use to help? Not to mention your children will need their mother." Flintknife asked.

But Flask shook her head, "We already looked, the rad absorbing mushrooms are just not here. Other than Centrifuge and the hybrids, the foals here aren't going to live to adulthood if we can't purge the radiation from them. And I'll not watch the other children suffer and pretend it's okay just because my own ain't."

Flask looked back at their home, inside Quartz Crucible her son and Quartz Boat her daughter, were sleeping. And they would be asking for her when they wake up, only to find her gone.

"I don't want to go, but I need to. And not just for the Rad-away potion, but ingredients for other potions that we might need down the road. I also need to find out what happened to Centrifuge's father if possible." Flask said, feeling guilty over this decision, but resolute in making it.

Ghost let out a grunt as he lifted the spear and passed it to Flask.

"Use it to protect yourself and strike down those who are bad, he says." Flintknife translated for Ghost. "Oh, and remember to return home quickly."

Flask smiled as she took the spear, careful to not turn it on so as not to wake her twins. "Thanks, and maybe if things go well, I might return with a few friends."

"Well we pray they become our friends as well." Flintknife said as she gave Flask a hug.

With the goodbyes had, Flask double checked her supply: potions, potion ingredients, a few guns with ammo, and a ripper along with the ripper spear. She had food and water, along with a way to filter and purify that water.

She was good to go, and with the snow melting and a path out of the hidden camp, she attached the wagon to her back and took her first step in years out into the Wasteland. So with Centrifuge waving with tears in her eyes, Flask vanished over a hill and into the shadow's.

Ch 10, Gunpowder Blues, Part 1

A bullet whizzed over as Nagi kept her head down. The irony of the situation didn't pass by her as she was sure that those bullets were likely loaded with the gunpowder she sold, as the guns didn't have the same clean bang as the old-world bullets did. She could even smell the sulfur.

“Come on out ya bitch! You think we'd not find out you were selling to Redeye!” A mare called out before letting out another shot. “How low can you go? How many ponies have you killed by selling that powder to him?”

She'd heard this all before, and didn't care. Nagi had a home to provide for, and selling Gunpowder was how she did it. Anyways, it wasn't like these ponies were some crusading hero’s of justice, before Redeye showed up they were one of the many slaver gangs in the wasteland. They just had the misfortune of siding against Redeye.

Nagi gritted her teeth, remembering how she had to hide from them as a foal, keeping her sister silent as they dragged their neighbors away as their next victims. The Gator Gangers had been and still are a bunch of thugs, but with Redeye around, they weren't the big dogs anymore. So now they pretend they’re some goody two hooves group to gain sympathy from the surrounding locals as they shake them down for caps. Everypony under their protection are too afraid of Redeye to see past the facade. It was pure hypocrisy, if given the chance they would take Redeyes place in a heartbeat.

At least Nagi wasn’t like them, she didn't pretend what she did was helping anypony but herself. She did give back to her own community, but that's because they helped take care of her sister, along with giving her a dry place to sleep. But the Gator Gangers, fuck them! They took away her home once, and now they threatened to do it again, all while pretending to be the hero.

“Ya got the count of ten to come on out, and we’ll spare ya!” the mare yelled.

It was a lie, and Nagi knew it.

Well if she was lucky, they’d just gange rape her and move on. But as far as she knew, that tended to not happen when there’s a mare leading such a group. Mares were always more viscous, and left their victims too broken to live. Nagi had seen the aftermath before, and it had given her nightmares.

“Four!”

She’d had thought about it before, if she had been in this kind of situation, and if she’d surrender or fight. Death was likely in both cases, but it was the difference of getting just dicked, or getting a glass bottle smashed inside her. Ya, as much as Nagi preferred mares over any stallion, there was no way she’d let herself be caught by a mare that wants her dead. Tortured to death was not how she wanted to go out.

Still given the chance, she'd rather not get caught at all. Just the thought of getting pregnant like that was one of her worst fears.

“Nine!”

“Okay, I surrender!” Nagi shouted as she lifted up her hooves and slowly got out of cover.

The Mare smiled as she trotted over, giving Nagi a good look at her, and it wasn’t pretty. She had the tell signs of getting a blast of birdshot to the face, and was missing several teeth. The mare also smelled bad. “Oh I’m going to have fun with you.”

Nagi knew it, this mare was going to torture and kill her, but there was no way she was going to let it happen. “You look like you spent a lifetime keeping away from doctors, you know that.”

The mare spat in Nagies face. “Shut up bitch, or my ponies will ventilate you.”

Her crew then trotted closer, now confident that Nagi couldn’t shoot back, guns at the ready.

“Maybe, but first you should have an apple.” Nagi said as she rolled out an apple grenade from under her.

Looking down, the mare's eyes went wide in shock. “Fuck!” she screamed as she dived for cover.

With a pop, smoke billowed out of the apple grenade, and I ducked back down. Gunfire then whizzed over me as they shot into the expanding cloud. The day was rather calm, so no wind blew the smoke screen away, giving Nagi ample cover. And with her enemies closer now, it was time for a counter attack.

With a flick, Nagi used her leathery wing to open a lighter, and press the fuse to it. With a sizzle and spark, her pipe bombs were ready to go. Normally she’d drop it from above, easy peasy, but she couldn’t risk getting shot down.

She had only a small window, and it was now. Tossing the pipe bomb’s out and covering her ears, all Nagi could do was pray that the other ponies hadn’t moved back, or were smart enough to kick the bombs back. She still had her guns, but as soon as she fired at one pony, the others would take her out,

Several explosions went off, followed by many pings of shrapnel. Nagi had learned the hard way that explosives alone were never enough. They can get the job done, but in the wasteland if you're not going for overkill, you're just asking for some mutant or ghoul to eat you.

After a long moment, no more gunshots were going off, which was good. Or so she hoped. After another long moment the smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the carnage.

The gange was all fucked up, some missing limbs, one missing part of their head, and Nagi was sure they were all dead. Pipe bombs were no joke after all.

Then she heard a whimper.

Trotting out with her shotgun at the ready, Nagi took a look around, and found the bitch. The mare that led the group had been closer to Nagi, and far enough away from the bombs to not get killed. But the mare's back legs had chewed up by the shrapnel, and blood was seeping from her ears.

“Well look at that, Bitch, ya didn’t see that coming.” Nagi said, only to realize that the mare was likely deaf now, which was going to make it more difficult to get any information out of her. “Fuck it, I’ll need to fix this bitch up before I brake her again.”

Nagi knew that the same thoughts were probably going through the bitches mind as had with Nagi just a while ago. That the worst possible thing was to be caught by a mare who had ill intentions, and Nagi knew she wasn’t any different. After all, she didn’t know this mare, and she came to harm her family. So fuck her!

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Dragging the bitch back to her secret base was a pain in the flank, but there was no way Nagi was taking her home. Though her neighbors understood the nature of her business, most didn't have the stomach for the dirty end of it. Most of them just wanted to live peacefully, and away from the violence of this business.

A few of her neighbors did help her in the Gunpowder business here and there, delivering it to other small communities who need to protect themselves. But because her biggest buyer was Redeye, they understandably stayed away from all that.

Though with what Nagi had in mind for the bitch, she didn't want anypony else around to see it.

“Formare, all systems green, work on time.” a mining protecta-pony spoke to Nagi.

“Good, return to work, and send Sleek over for testing,” Nagi told the robot.

Her hidden base was a fully automated sulfur mine, where she produced her gunpowder. A fluke of luck on her part, finding the half collapsed mine while scavenging. She was planning to sell everything inside, but when she saw all the robot parts and the automatic robot maintenance room, she knew she had hit gold.

Nagi had always loved messing with robots, so she had put her heart and soul into getting the maintenance room back online. After over a year, she had succeeded, and from there she just had to feed the room functional robot parts. It wasn't all that easy, but once the first robot was up and running, it sped things up real fast.

Sometimes, Nagi would dress up as the Mechanist from those old comics, and pretend to be a hero of justice, though only privately. Heros die in the wasteland, and a dead hero can't protect her sister.

Turning her attention to the bitch, Nagi had her properly bound up in a stockade, with her head and front hooves properly secured. She’d had asked herself why she kept a stockade, but now she was glad she did. So Nagi took off the gag, and said, “Nice isn't it?”

“When I get free, boss Crocodile Tears will fuck you raw! Everypony will get a taste of you!” She spat out.

Nagi had given the bitch a healing potion for her legs and ears since she had plenty to spare, but was regretting it now. The bitch was loud and so confident she was going to get away, yelling threats from murder to rape at Nagi.

“Listen here. I'll spare your life if you tell me where your gang is hiding. I don't like most of the caps I give to my community going to you gangers, so that you can buy whores.” Nagi told the bitch.

She just laughed. “Let me go and I'll think about it. And which community is it, I'll be sure to tell the boss to mark it off the list.”

This was expected, but she had ways around such stubborn ponies. With a kick, Nagi knocked out a tooth. “Tell me! I know it was your gang that burnt down the settlement of Bridge Pass! And why? They were paying your damn protection fee!”

The bitch smiled with her bloodied mouth. “Who knows, not like you care. You're one of Redeye's lackeys afterall. Only a matter of time before Redeye took over Brigade Pass and inslaved the ponies there. You can say we did them a favor, a quick death of fire over the slow death of working in Fillydelphia.”

Nagi kicked her again. “Where is the Gators base you bitch!” She again demanded.

Spitting out some blood, the bitch kept on smiling. ”Have you checked up your cunt, I heard it's quite big and empty. I bet the entire gange can fit up there.”

This wasn't getting her anywhere, a ganger like her is too use to violence for such torture work. “Fine, I don't have all day, so let's do this the fun way.”

Several hoofsteps came their way, lighter than the over robots, but too heavy to be a normal pony. Looking over was Sleek, a robot with a somewhat thinner build than her others. Also unlike the other robots, Nagi had to rebuild this one by hoof, as it didn't have any standard parts, so the maintenance room wouldn't work on it.

Nagi had a strong suspicion that it was Zebra tech, but had no way to confirm this suspicion.

The advantage to building it entirely from hoof was that she could add modifications to it. Such as an energy weapon on its head, the ability to play the radio, and a dick.

Nagi had been drunk when she gave the robot a dick, very, very drunk. She didn't even like dick, as far as she knew, so she never even tested it out. Which was a shame, as the dick was partly made from her favorite dildo. Because of this, she never brought Sleek out, in fear of some pony finding out. She was also sure she gave Sleek venus root infused lubricant for the dicks simulated cum, which was very illegal everywhere. Like, shot on sight if caught with Vvnus root anything, despite it being the world's best aphrodisiac and sensation enhancer. Something somthing, addictive sex slave maker shit.

The bitch was confused as she looked at the robot. “The fuck kind of tin can is that?”

“The fun kind.” Nagi told her before clapping. “Sleek, dick out!”

Bitches eyes went wide as she saw the sizable dildo flop out from my robot. “You sick and twisted mare.” She said in shock. “I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya everything, just keep robo slut away from me!”

Nagi rolled her eyes. There was no guarantee that the bitch was telling the truth, and it would take too much time to confirm any of it. No, this bitch needed to sing, and not be even able to think about lying.

Anyways, once the Gator Gangers catches wind that she got the upper hoof on their thugs, they will be on alert for her. Last thing Nagi needed was to get ambushed while taking a shit, or then tracking Nagi to her home or this base.

So Nagi watched as Sleek trotted behind the bitch, her pleading turning into vile cursing. Nothing Nagi hadn't heard before, and it wasn’t like she had any sympathy for her.

“You disgusting, dirty cunt! Faggot bitch! Redeye whore! When I get out of this I'll- ahhh!” The bitches eyes went even wider as Sleek's silicone dick entered her, the mare letting out a moan filled scream. “F… fucking, ahhh, whore!” She breathed out, still trying to insult Nagi.

As Sleeked thrused, the bitch would begin to drool, she would say less and less as she moaned more and more. Fluids would even leak from her cunt as her hips quivered and drool seeped from her mouth. The robot's relentless thrusting was too much for the bitch, and her eyes rolled back letting out a long lustful moan. The aphrodisiac likely helped too.

Watching it, Nagi couldn’t help but rub herself, a pinch of regret in not testing Sleek first, but only a pinch. Sleek was clearly going too fast and too hard, and Nagi, despite how much fun the bitch was having, she rather not be in her position. Unfortunately, using her own hooves wasn’t enough, and after watching Sleek do it's work, she was too horny to not get any satisfaction.

. . .

It annoyingly took more time then she like to get Sleek to stop, the robot likely would have fuck the bitch to death if Nagi hadn't stopped it. But now the bitch was splayed out on Nagis mattress, tied down and with her eyes hazy. The effects of the venus root were still in full effect, and the horny bitch had a wet spot under her. Not that Nagi minded too much, as she didn't sleep here.

Climbing onto the bitch, Nagi had to admit that despite the scars, she wasn't that bad looking. It was also clear she had a hard life. Her cunt had a scar, which likely ment raiders had their way with her at some point, and a branding on her flank ment she had been a slave once. But Nagi had no room for sympathy, this bitch came after her, and her gang was shaking down her home for caps.

Rubbing her cunt against the bitches own, the mare let out a moan. “Y.. yes... please… more.”

The bitch was completely out of it, making this all too easy. “Then tell me where your base is, where do the Gator Gangers hide?” Nagie grinded a little to help motivate her.

After some heavy breathing, the bitch told Nagi. “Nere the… old highway bridge, east of Bridge Pass! Hidden mine behind a rotting shak.” She moaned as Nagi rewarded her with a bit of grinding.

“Tell me more, tell me everything!” Nagi demanded

“It's t… trapped. Secret entrance on th… the other side of th… hill.” she blurted out.

The more the bitch spilled the more Nagi rubbed up on her, and the more she rubbed, the better she felt. Nagi knew it was the venus root making her hornyer and more sensitive, and she liked it. But she also knew that if she was ever to test Sleek herself, she was going to need to recalibrate it and change out the lubricant.

Last thing she needed was to turn herself into some cock hungry whore like the bitch had become.

Eventually even Nagi had a hard time thinking, but she wasn’t worried, the bitch was tied down after all. Anyways, the bitch had so much venus root in her that she'd be a bitch in heat for days. So Nagi continues to rub cunts, letting her own lust overtake her.

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“Alright, here is your order.” Nagi told her contact with the Redeye slavers as one of her robots hauled several barrels of the powder over.

The slaver smiled, her damaged mouth showing several gold teeth. “It's good doing business with you again, Nagi. Finding a reliable source of gunpowder has been increasingly difficult lately with the slaver families acting up. I don't know why Redeye keeps them around.” she said with a sigh.

Nagi didn't know much about the inner workings of Fillydelphia, but she knew enough that she didn't want any part of the brahminshit that gose on there.

The Slaver then eyed the bitch, a curious expression from under her hood. “And who's this, you normally work alone?”

“One of the Gator Gangers. They tried to ambush me a few days ago.” I explained. “They've been running a protection racket in my area, telling ponies their protection them from Redeye. A bunch of fucking hypocrites, the lot of them. Maybe you can make some use of her, it would be a shame to just kill the bitch?”

The slaver nodded. “I see. Redeye can always use more workers.” She then removed her hood, revealing her half burnt off face. The other half was that of a beautiful mare, and she could have been Nagi’s type, sadly enough. “If you can share any information on the Gator Gang, I'll make sure those bastards pay for what they did to us, Nagi.”

She had also been from the same settlement Nagi was from, and was a victim of the Gator Gangers. Ironically enough, it was Redeye's army that saved her, and gave her freedom. A few years ago she and Nagi bumped into each other, and had a bittersweet reunion.

“She didn't talk, Noon.” Nagi lied. “But as soon as I learn more, I'll tell you.” She lied again.

Nagi wanted them to pay, but she wanted to do it herself. Nopony else needed to bloody their hooves on this.

“Then next time.” Noon told Nagi as she dropped a box that rattled with caps and bullets, then hugged Nagi, making sure to only show her good side. “Please stay safe out there.”

Nagi chuckled as she embraced the hug. “You too.”

As the slavers left, taking with them the barrels of gunpowder and a new slave, Nagi sat there, plotting on what to do next.

Ch 12, Gunpowder Blues, Part 2

For Nagi, the best part about being a bat pony was flying at night, the worst part was having to hide that she was a bat pony. Being a rare breed made her a big target for slavers, but that was the same for pegasus, so she wasn't bitching much about it. Anyways, the advantages really did outway that mess.

Though it had taken her some time to find the Gator Gangers base, she had done it by air under the cover of night, so she was sure nopony saw her. After that it was just a bit of observation and planning, before returning at the right time in the morning.

Her objective was simply, plant explosives inside their base, and level it on top of them. And she had everything she needed to get the job done. The ponies killed the other day provided her with a disguise, and she already had a shit ton of explosives. And now she just needed to sneak in and plant the bombs.

Her disguise unfortunately had that unwashed stench to it, and was a bit tight at the back end. But it wasn't her fault her hips and tits were a bit big, so she just had to make do. At least one of the gangers had an old gas mask, though moldy, it would help hide her face. so long as she didn't get too close to any of the gangers, she was going to be just fine.

Eventually her moment arrived, and several of the Gator Gangers trotted out along with their boss, Crocodile Tears. The stallion wasn't that impressive looking for a pony, but he clearly commanded authority over the others. Nagi also became quite annoyed looking at him, as his personal guard were clearly all mares, and were in some rather seductive looking armor.

She bet he was fucking them, as she would too if given the opportunity.

Clearing her head, Nagi waited for Crocodile to leave, knowing he would be out all day to collect his protection money. As it turned out, due to the disappearance of his lead enforcer, the dick had to go out and do it himself.

Dust rose as they galloped off and Nagi made her move. Quietly flying to the back entrance, it was clearly not set up with flyers in mind, but did have a guard above it. She'd wanted to do this at night, but didn't like the idea of sneaking in when all the gangers were home. Best to slip in when only a small token force were here.

Fortunately the ganger on guard duty wasn't the most attentive, or decent. Actually, Nagi was rather disgusted as she saw the stallion vigrously masterbating over an overly yellow Wingboner Magazine. So quietly, Nagi snuck in.

It didn't take an expert for Nagi to understand what this place was, as she'd seen it plenty of times. It was an old world shelter, made by hoof, by ponies who couldn't afford a stable, or any professional help. She was actually surprised that this place was even still standing.

Of which she was going to destroy.

The first explosive went near the back entrance, snuggled on one of the support beams, and the trigger added to the bomb. Her tinkering with robotics let Nagi make a remote trigger, which she was grateful for, as her only other option was a timebomb.

The main problem was where the other three bombs were going. Near the front entrance was an obvious choice, and fortunately wasn't very guarded from the inside. There were a few ponies, but they were busy with a game of cards.

“Hay, where's the generator, I gotta drop some shit off?” Nagi said in her best stallion voice.

One ganger grunted, and the other pointed to a door covered in red paint. “Lay off the dash… ehhh… whatever, it's over dat a way. And bring back some beer, my buzz is… is wearn off.”

Nagi shrugged, and trotted off. If she did find any beer, she was keeping it for herself.

Finding the generator, a large metal thing that ran on a lot of spark batteries, Nagi placed the third bomb where it would do the most damage. Even if this place wasn't completely destroyed, she'd make sure it was unlivable for other ponies.

“Now where to put bomb four?” Nagi asked herself. “Maybe nere the center?”

Looking around, Nagi did find one guarded door, with two ponies sitting right in front of it. She figured it was the loot room, as prisoners were commonly kept where they can be watched. Unfortunately, even trying to get at that room would be suicidal, so she moved on.

There was another room, less guarded, but with signs all over of “do not touch!”

The one guard, a stallion with a timberwolf skull on his head, eyed Nagi. “Business?”

Clearing her throat, she spoke up. “J… just dropping off some shit!”

She couldn't see his entire expression, but she knew he was smirking. “Alright, but be quick about it.

Suppressing a sigh of relief, Nagi trotted inside, finding herself in a very clean, and very tacky looking room. There was no doubt about it, this was Crocodile Tears's room. The perfect place to plant a fuck you.

Nagi's ears twitched as she heard humming, very feminine humming. Drawn to an adjacent room, Nagi peeked through the crack of a door to just see what was inside. There she saw a Zebra mare, brushing her mane and humming to herself. From her position, Nagi could see the mares face in a mirror, and… she was fucking beautiful. Just something about the mare made Nagi's heart thumb, and she just couldn't look away.

That was until she was grabbed by the scruff of her neck and pulled away. “Oy, no ogling the bosses mare!” the helmet Ganger grumbled before putting Nagi down.

Well, Nagi knew why that mare was here now, but now her cover was at risk of getting blown. “S… sorry, got lost. Because I’m new and all. And whos that, shes real-”

“Fucking realy, another greeny!” the stallion complained. “Ya, Dats the bosses gal, Zaylee and if Crocodile Tears catches ya here, hes going to make an example out of you’z.”

“R.. right, then I’ll get back to work.” Nagi quickly said to the ganger.

“And where would that be? Got more shit to drop off?” He asked the disguised Nagi.

Nervously, Nagi thought quickly, hoping her bluff would work. “I umm… no, I was told to clean the armor after dropping the shit off.”

The stallion chewed on my wire for a moment, looking unsure. “Right, we've been asking da boss for a pony to clean our shit. Let me show ya.”

Nagi just needed to keep bluffing her way through this, and she'll be home free… that was what she kept telling herself as she looked at a pile of very dirty laundry.

“Start with this pile here, the shit got shit on it and well… shit. We tried to keep using it, but even we got limits.” The helmed stallion told her.

Nagi just nodded as she looked around. Several of the gangers were here, some washing themselves with dirty water, one giving her a good view of his sheath. Refocusing on the pile, she let out a gulp.

“Oh, and you should wash your shit too. Ya smell like death.” The helmed stallion told her.

Panic shot through Nagi, “oh, no, I'll do that later!” She protested.

But again he picked her up, and unceremoniously peeled her disguise like a yucca fruit skin.

The room fell silent as she felt eyes on her, and the stallion gently put her down. “Ahhh… I can… explain.”

The helmed ganger smirked at Nagi. “I see, so the boss left ya here with us didn’t he?”

Unable to think of anything else, she awkwardly said, “ya..?”

Another stallion whistled loudly. “Fucking finally, da boss been hording all the whores!”

Another laughed. “I can’t remember the last time we got a mare for ourselves.”

This was bad, and Nagi knew it,but there was still a chance. “Hay um… I’d love to help ya all out and all, but the boss really want me to-”

The helmed stallion crouched close to her, his breath on her ear. “Oh darling, ya better play along, because I know you aren't one of us. So just tell them yes, you're here to suck their cocks, and I’ll let you finish what you started.”

Her heart stopped for a moment, caught dead to rights, and there was no way out. She's always known this was going to happen one day, even had a nightmare once, and considered acting it out at that high end brothel between Filly and Friendship city. But Nagi always did her best to avoid it; from sneaking past raiders as a filly, to finding enough scrap for food so that she didn’t have to whore herself out like so many other mares.

At least there weren't any other mares with them, but then again, that might make this even worse. If she tyed to run, they will gange rape her right here and now, likely lock her in a room to do it again tomorrow and until she was dead. But if she played along, she may yet still get out.

Nagi nodded. “Y… ya, that’s m… me, I’ll be su… sucking your cocks.” She could already feel the bile rise up her throat, but managed to keep it down. Sitting down, Nagi took a deep breath and sighed. “Alright, who's first?”

A chear came from the group of gangers as they lined up, a few already getting erect.

“I clam dibs as the second in command of you retards.” The Helmed stallion said as he stood over Nagi, propping himself up as his dick was shoved into her face. “Now get to work cleaning, If you do a good job, I’ll give ya a reward later.”

Gulping with dread, Nagi then began licking it, tasting the foal thing. She was now glad she hadden eaten in a long while as she began to gag, but slapping her own thigh, she managed to regain control of herself, and continued the deed. As she tasted the salty thing, she wondered why any mare would even do this?

But she continued.

Eventually the cock itself was in her mouth, and though disgusted by it, Nagi was also getting use to it. Then he thrusted, and Nagi almost lost it as he went down her throat. She couldn't breath as she struggled, then it pulsed, and she felt a sickly warmth ener her.

Finaly let free from his cock, Nagi immediately threw up, spilling bile and a white sticky fluid out onto the ground. “Th… the fuck!”

The helmed stallion chuckled at her. “Not bad, not bad at all.” He then turned to the others, some of which were masterbating, and a few already Having climaxes from watching. It was then Nagi realized how she had been sitting, the helmed stallion havingnerly pushed her onto her back, and now her cunt was on display.

She quickly covered herself, but they had already seen everything, and were licking their lips with hunger.

“Alright, go have fun, I'll get ta others. Oh, and no hitting ta whore, her cunt is mine, and I like a pretty face.” The helmed stallion told the others.

Nagi quickly found herself, the smell of stallion musk nearly overwhelming.

“He said her cunt was his… but what about her ass?” One asked.

Nagi glared at the stallion. “Fucking no way!” She then saw the look on their faces, and saw that they weren't going to listen. So she took a deep breath and sighed. “Fine… just… let me have some med-x first.”

A cheer erupted as the gang bange began, and all Nagi could do was let it happen. The medication helped taker her out of it, letting her suck, rub and get assfucked without too much issues. It also helped that the helmed stallion was bigger then the others, so taking the loads wasn't as hard as the first time.

As it went on, more gangers joined in, and Nagi became a receptacle for their pent up stress as they covered her in it. But to her relief, the gangers began to slow down, and even gave her a rest, though she didn't have much energy left.

Nagi then felt something up on her back end, pressing on her cunt “Hay, that’s not part of the deal!” she shouted with a raspy voice. Only to see the helmed stallion mounting her.

“I did say I'll reward you if you did a good job.” He said as his cock slowly pressed into her wet cunt.

“But… the deal.” She repeated.

“Then pray I don't alter the deal further.” He said as he thrusted into her cunt.

Pleasure and shame rippled through her body as Nagi felt herself lose something important, and hated herself that her own body was accepting of it. The smell, the taste, the feel, it was drowning her mind, and now that a stallion was entering her properly, it was just all too much and her mind went blank as she let out a moan of pleasure.

Violently, the stallion thrusted into Nagi, causing her body to ripple with each thrust. It hurt, but it also felt good. Then warmth, warmth filled her, and that felt even better. Nagi couldn’t think of why it felt good, or if it was actually good. She just wanted more, to be filled with more.

Filled with new energy, Nagi saw several stallions get up to rejoin, and she was their cumdump until they were satisftyed. She knew this was all wrong, but right now she felt too good to care, even as the helmed stallion unloaded into her, she couldn't think why that was so bad.

……

Having lost track of time and passed out, Nagi found herself in a dirty bead, laying next to the helmed stallion, and… clean?

“Ya did a damn fine job!” He said as he sat up, releasing a still hard dick. “Knocked the crew out cold. But they hadden been laid for a long time, so dat wasn't hard to do.”

Nagi's body twitched, both out of fear and lust. “S… so I can go?”

He smirked. “Not yet, now ass up whore!”

She froze for a moment, but then sighed as she complied. Nagi was still outmatched here, and didn't want to pisshim off. “But why let me go?” She then stupidly asked.

“Cuss Crocodile Tears is a little cunt!” He grumbled as he thrusted into Nagi. “Nothing like his dad, and it's time I left.”

Nagi let out a moan, finding the stallion far more gentle this time. “bur… ahhh… why this?”

He gave one hard thrust, causing Nagis front legs to fall underher. “Needed a distraction, something to get those loyal goons away from the loot. And your flank was just too fine to pass up.” He then let out a grunt, and Nagi felt his warm seed fill her again. “For a job well done, you get the pleasure of bearing my foal!”

She gritted her teeth, realizing that was a distinct possibility.

“Oh don't be that way, you can always join my new crew, ya make an excellent comfort mare.” He told her as he pushed all the way in, pumping Nagi with all he had left.

“I'm not some whore!” She tried to growl out, but ended up moaning in the end.

Letting her go, Nagi poped free from his cock, and as she struggled to get up, the helmped stallion pulled her to him, lifting his helmet and giving her a kiss. Nagi hated it, but she couldn’t help but see him as considerably handsome.

“Well, you will always be my whore to me.” He said with a chuckle. “But I guess this is the last we'll meet, so whatever.” he pointed to the ground where her bag and explosives were. “Oh, and if ya want to do the most damage, one of the big support beams is in Zaylee's room. Fuck, take the bitch too, it piss off Crocodile Tears that his favorite bitch got snatched away. I'd take her for myself, but I need to move quickly if I want to keep the loot.” Picking up too large saddlebags, he trotted to the door. “And if we ever meet again, we'll bang okay.”

He was gone before Nagi could throw anything at him. She wanted to curl up and cry, feeling used in many ways, and utterly violated. But she couldn’t, there was no time. She didn't know how long she had been out or even how long she'd been having sex, just that she'd been here longer then she'd had planned.

If the other ganggers wake up, they'll want more of her. No way she was getting into another gangbang if she could help it.

Cleaning herself up, and throwing on some ratty clothes, Nagi grabbed her bag and galloped off. Her legs were sore, her main sticky, and the taste in her mouth was foul, but she didn't have time to think, only to get the job done.

Fortunately, as the helmed stallion had said, everypony was elsewhere, likely asleep after having unloaded into her, so nopony was going to stop her.

Nagi stumbled, the helmed stallion's words resonating in her ear. Maybe she was lucky, and it was a safe day? But Nagi couldn’t for the life of her remember her safe day, she never tracked it because she never planned on fucking a stallion before.

Shaking her head, and clearing her mind, Nagi trotted into Crocodile Tears room, and to the room of that mare.

It was dimly lit, which wasn't a problem for the bat pony, her eyes quickly adjusting to the dark. And there it was, a big fat wooden support beam. It was old, and had mold on it, but still very sturdy. That would soon change. Picking a weak spot, Nagi planted the bomb, and setting it to the right frequency.

Now she just needed to get out and blow this joint.

“Hello?” A mare asked. “Who are you?”

Turning to look at the Zebras, Nagis heart went Thump again. “I'm… uh… Right, I'm here to rescue you, ya, get ya out here.”

Zaylee looked unsure, “but Crocodile will hurt… everypony if I leave.”

That only made Nagi hate Crocodile even more. “Well I'm also here to stop Crocodile.” Nagi said as she tapped the bomb. “Also why you really need to come with me, as this place is about to explode.”

Turning on a lamp and seeing the bomb, Zaylee's eyes opened wide. “Oh, I see. Then I should get my… oh right… then let's go.”

Nagi could see a look of determination in Zaylee's eyes, which she could empathize with. She didn't know what this mare had been through, but she was sure that Zaylee had the will to survive. “Just follow me!”

The two then made their way out, Nagi grabbing a few valuables along the way. But annoyingly, the gagger base was built like a maze, and it took finding a pipe system for Nagi to get back on track.

“You!” A voice called out, and Nagi felt a pit at the bottom of her stomach. Turning, she could see several ponies standing at the end of a hallway, all fortunately in the opposite direction she was heading. But one of them was the smarmy jackass Crocodile Tears. “Oh, I know you, Nagi the gunpowder merchant, why are you… ya bitch!”

He saw Zaylee, she saw him, and Nagi pulled out her detonator, which everypony saw. “Hay Crocodile! You didn't think you could just pick up where your father left off and not pay the price!” Nagi yelled. “The Gator Ganggers should have stayed dead, and this time I'm making sure of it!”

*Click*

Nagi didn't like the idea of detonating the bombs while still inside the base, but Crocodile wasn't going to let her just run outside. Fortunately she had each bomb on different frequencies just in case this happened. So as everything shook, the pinies with Crocodile began to panic.

“Run” Nagi told Zaylee, and the two made their way to the back entrance as the Gator Ganggers stumbled about in confusion, Crocodile himself running for the front entrance.

*Click*

Nagi had no plans on letting Crocodile escape, and so when the bombs were at the front. No way out except at the back, for now.

Natural light could be seen, and soon Nagi found herself blinded as they exited the dingy base. It wasn't that bad, as the everlasting cloud cover dimmed the sun, but her eyes were still sensitive. And as her eyes adapted to the light, she looked back for one last…

*Click*

The back entrance, with a loud boom, blasted out a ton of dust before collapsing in on itself. Not just the back entrance, but several columns of smoke billowing out of the hill like a celebration of the end to scum. With this the Gator Ganggers were no more. Crocodile Tears had to be dead or dieing, and Nagi hoped the Helmed stallion was in there too.

“Is it over?” Zaylee ashed, the poor mare was out of breath, but unharmed.

Nagi nodded. “That should be the end of them.”

“Thank you, a hundred times thank you!” Zaylee tears welling up in her eyes. “I thought I'd be Crocodiles concubine forever. Again, thank you.”

“Don't sweat it.” Nagi told her, patting the mare on the shoulder. “Here, let me take you home, and you can cook me dinner, how does that sound?”

Zaylee's expression changed from gratefulness to that of sorrow. “I… wish I could. But Crocodile burnt down my home and… killed my parents.”

Nagi felt guilty now, but she also could empathize with her. Crocodile's father had done the same to Nagi after all. “Here, why don't you come with me, my sister is actually a really good cook, and loves guests.”

The Zebra mare looked at Nagi, hope in her eyes. “Are…. Are you sure?”

Rolling her eyes, Nagi slapped Zaylee on the back. “Of course! But just to warn you, we might need to share a bed.”

Ch 13, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 7.

Bunsen had gotten caught in her affair, but so had her husband with his gay lover. The drama left several ponies in bad positions, and wanting to get away from it, Bunsen volunteered as soon as a resource expedition was announced. Things had gone smoothly until they came across Copper, and Bunsen ended up with the Talons.

Having to work off the fees for their help in saving her life, Bunsen both made potions for them, and occasionally prostituted herself out. Eventually Harris took a liking to her, and they started a relationship.

"And even though I ran out of contraceptive potions, Harris still wanted to fuck me like normal. So now I'm pregnant." Bunsen explained, "I still don't know what happened to the others, but I'm sure they think I'm dead."

Flask gave her sister another hug, the two sharing more about what had happened to them 9ver the last few years. Bunsen was shocked to hear about the Rippers, but happy that Flask was safe. Flask herself was not all surprised that Bunsen got caught, as stable 69 were not all that big of a place.

"So are the other griffin really okay with you and Harris?" Flask asked, having noticed how grumpy the birds were.

She shrugged. "They have always been grumpy. The hen, Hanna, she's just pissy because she's into other hens, and I'm not."

Flask raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess, you've alredy rode all the cock's cocks here."

Bunsen looked embarrassed, but nodded. "Well, I did say I prostituted myself out. And by the time I started making potions, I had slept with all the males here at least once."

With a sigh, Flask then mischievously grinned and poked her sister. "So, which cock has the best cock?"

She rolled her eyes. "Harris, clearly. I wouldn't have let him impregnate me if he wasn't the best."

Then Bunsen got quiet, asking Flask softly. "Are you really sure you want to go? We only just found each other again."

"I'm sure." Flask said. "At least I need revenge before I can think of stopping. If not for me, then for my daughter." She then pulled out a photo of Centrifuge, of which Bunsen fawned over.

"Well, if you must, then higher one of the Talons. Their expensive, but nopony will fuck with you with them at your side." Bunsen suggested.

Unfortunately Flask wasn't all that loaded with caps, something she could blame on Copper for. And what caps she did have was for buying material for the rad-away potions. But an idea did form in Flask mind.

"You did say that one griffin hen is into mares, right?" She asked.

"Hanna you mean… wait, you're not thinking about selling yourself to her are you?" Bunsen asked back.

Flask smiled. "Maybe. When I was with the Rippers, I never disliked being with the mares. So why not see how it is having a mare friend. Anyways, those claws the griffins have look… dexterous."

Bunsen let out a chuckle. "You got me there, but you're missing out if you don't try griffin dick."

"Maybe, but I think I can live without it for the time being." Flask trotted away, now in search of a possible bodyguard.

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It wasn't hard for Flask to find the griffin hen since she was still on guard duty at the far corner of the Talon base. It had a good view of the region, while being relatively secure, of which explained why the griffins were here in the first place.

Strangely the griffin was a bit distracted, though still on watch, she was breathing rather heavy as she held an old magazine. And as Flask got closer, it became clear that Hanna was masterbating. And the magazine, it was a wingboner magazine with a picture of a mare, her legs spread out wide.

Flask let herself enjoy the show for a moment, seeing the griffin's claws playing with her clit in ways a hoof could never. She suspected that this was probably one reason why Bunsen chose to stay. The things those claws could do.

"Pear Fuzz, new up and coming star of the adult film industry." Flask read out loud, causing Hanna to jump.

Closing the magazine, Hanna glared at Flask, asking "The fuck you want, pony?"

Snatching the magazine from her, Flask opened another page, this one showing a stallion with a straw hat on and fully erected. "Haybail, star of barnyards of passion, a tell all." She again read out loud.

Hanna snached the magazine back. "Touch my things again, and I'll fuck you up!"

Flask smiled mischievously. "Is that a promise?"

Trotting around the griffin, she made sure to stroke Hanna with her tail, causing the griffin to blush a little. Then Flask tripped over her own hooves, falling face first i to the ground.

"Oh, wow. Smooth moove bitch." Hanna said, mocking Flask before slapping her flank hard. The sudden strike causing Flask to let out a moan, completely catching Hanna off guard. "S… sorry?"

Scrambling back up, Flask attempted to dust herself off and reattempt her sexy act, but it was clear she had failed. So she let out a sigh, and said. "No, no. It's fine. I shouldn't have tried that."

Hanna rolled her eyes. "Clearly, now I ask again, the fuck you want?"

Getting down to business, Flask explained to her, "right, I was thinking of hiring you for protection, but I doubt I have the cwps for it yet."

The Talon shook her head. "And what, tried to seduce me for it." Flask nodded, and Hanna, face palmed. "You ponies never cease to give me headaches. We Talons aren't cheap whores you know. We're not even whores, so don't sell us sex, it ain't how shit works."

"Worked with my sister." Flask pointed out.

That got Hanan's eye to twitch. "Okay, maybe a little, but that's not the point."

Flask shrugged. "Okay, I understand. But I don't have much to trade, and I do need some protection if I ventured further out into the Wasteland. Is there some kind of deal we can make?"

"Why not ask the other Talons then?" Hanna asked.

Giving the griffin a flat humorless staire, Flask said plainly and clearly. "Because I'll probably end up pregnant before I get home."

Hanna was rather stunned by that response, unsure why tuat be the complaint. "You can't be that horny all the time. Like no way your cunt is always wet and shit. Or just let em fuck your ass."

Flask chuckled as she looked away. "Well ya… but I tend to have fantasies about being impregnated. It's a thing I developed." She then gof muzzle to beek with the griffin . "So, to protect me, how about you and I team up. I'll give you ten percent of what I make."

With a sigh, the griffin stuck a claw in Flask's face. "No way, give me half and you have a deal."

"Fifteen." Flask countered.

"Forty!" Hanna relented.

"Twenty and I'll make you potions." Flask pushed.

Hana smirked. "Thirty, those potions, and you pose for me as I get off."

The smirk then formed on Flask's face. "Twenty five percent, potions, and I'll let you do what I want with my body." She then turned around and wiggled her flank. "And no more!"

"Deal!" Hanna said as she looked at Flask cunt. She still hadn't finished getting off, and could really use some help. So entranced, the griffin then ran her claws up the ponie's privets. "Oh I am so going to regret this!"

Letting out a moan, Flask felt Hanna playing with her cunt, the nimble claws stroking the right spots as her legs went numb. Pulling the pony in, Hanna explored the pony's body, unable to resist the opportunity to get her claws on a mare. It wasn't like this was her fist, but it had b3en w long time since she had been to a brothel, or met up with a Talon that shared her interests in the same sex.

Flask let herself be touched, even as the griffin got rough with her, she didn't mind. Truthfully, she felt as though she needed the attention, finding herself more turned on by it then she thought she'd be. Soon she found herself leaning back to kiss the hen, their tongues playing with each other as lust took hold.

Not one to let herself be the only one played with, Flask turned and pushed Hanna back, spreading the griffins legs before using her tongue to play with the griffins cunt. It didn't take long for the catbird to twitch, and lock Flask's head in between her thighs. Though the pressure of the position was less then ideal, Flask continued on, making Hana sing from pleasure.

Muffling her own moans by shoving a claw into her mouth, Hanna felt the best orgasim she had in years, almost crushing the poor mare in between her thighs. But once it had faded, and some of her strength had left her, she let Flask go, who then gasped for air.

"S… sorry." Hanna apologized

But Flask shook her head and wiped her lips. "No need, I'm fine. Not the first time I was nerey done in by oral." She then smirked. "I want to see if I can do that again.

Hanna's eyes went wide as the pony went back down for more, and as Flask whent to work, Hanna felt as though she was melting from pleasure.

She would eventually move Flask, placing the ponies cunt into her own face, and letting her eat the pony out as she two was eaten out. And as the night went on, and the two exhausted their energy, they would eventually take a break, Flask nuzzling up next to her as Hanna casualty played with the pony's body.

With a sigh, Hanna then said. "Alright, we'll sign the contract in the morning.

14, The New Mare in Town.

Skye was rather lost, not completely, as she had her trusty pipbuck to guide her, but more mentally lost. She had run away from her stable with little plan on what to do after. Not that anypony from her stable planned much for anything, or knew how to do much, as robots did most of the work. Actually, other than her mother and best friends, Skye bet that nobody would even notice she was gone, or would even care. She was, after all, at the bottom of the pecking order.

She was good at keeping quiet and out of the way, and real good at shooting, both not being all that useful though. Skye's job in Stable-68 was a maintenance pony, a job already done by the robots, so all she did was follow them around and watch. Just hauling the tools around for the robots was the only thing keeping the small framed mare from getting weaker like the other mares in the stable. That and practicing dancing with her best friend just to keep herself flexible, and reading all the old books to keep her mind sharp.

Not that any of that mattered, since she was the stable maintenance pony whose job was done by robots. Thus, at the bottom of the pecking order.

But even if Skye was in a better position, it didn't matter, as she'd have little future in the stable like most of the mares. A thousand ponies, and the stable had only one stallion, something the robots made sure to maintain. So there was no chance of romance, just possibly of getting lucky of being called to get fucked by the one stallion, or artificially inceminated. But none of that was going to happen for Skye, as her blood was considered too thick, with her small body and poor eyesight being examples of that, but also that she had bat wings. She didn't know biology well enough, but supposedly bat wings were not a dominant trait, so it was a bad sign to have them.

Skye had tried to have a relationship with her best friend, a mare in the same boat as her, they even tried what they guessed was sex. It unfortunately nearly ruined their friendship, and they figured that it wasn't for them. Still, Skye did enjoy having another pony to share a bed with.

Then a pair of twins was born in the stable, and Skye saw her chance. The stable was going to vote on who should “explore” the outside. From what Skye knew, It was always some mare raising up the pecking order that got sent out. Stable politics shit to be sure, so while everypony slept, she snuck to the door, took the exploration supplies, and opened it up. The robots didn't stop her, even waved her goodbye before closing the door behind her.

She thought that if there was no future in the stable, then why not just go outside.

The world wasn't as bad as she had imagined, but it was considerably dreary. Ya, it was the same grays as the stable, mixed with browns, but somehow there was even less color. At least Skye had remembered to bring her glasses since she rarely needed them in the stable, but outside everything was a blur without them.

After some aimless wandering, the thought of going back had crossed Skye's mind, but she knew it was too late for that. Though it was only after the fact that she probably should have waited a few years before doing this, maybe after finishing her education. Also, she should have taken the gun with her, even if it was the stable's only gun.

With a sigh, Skye tapped on her pipbuck, bringing up the map, unsure what even still existed. The closest city was Applewood, but there was no telling how close it was on hoof. She attempted to flap her bat wings, and see if she could fly, but all she managed to do was pull a muscle.

Stable-68 was a cramped place, so even if ponies with wings like her wanted to fly, they couldn't, so they didn't. Skye could barely get her wings to properly move, having only ever used them to press the odd button.

So selecting Applewood as her destination, she started trotting.

Days passed by and thanks to her pipbuck, Skye managed to avoid danger whenever it came close. Her ability to keep quiet also kept her safe, and after finding out that she could see at night, it made it all the more easy to stay unnoticed. And for her efforts, she was barely closer to her destination.

But she had found a town, which was good, because she was almost out of supplies. Just that there was just one problem, how was she going to even talk to the ponies here?

Stealing her nerves, Skye bravely trotted into the town, only to stop in awe, seeing a building decorated in colors and lights, with several beautiful mares standing around on the second floor balcony.

One mare caught Skye staring, and waved at her. “Hay honey, if you like what ya see, why not come up here for some fun. Mares can have me for cheap.”

Skye was confused for a moment, then heard a moan from inside the building, and it clicked. Fun as in fucking, like in the pornos! Skye thought, and in embarrassment, shook her head and trotted off.

After wandering around lost for a bit, Skye found what she guessed was a cafeteria, though it was very different from her stable. It had tables, decorations, ponies playing games, drinks, and some food. So a cafeteria.

Trotting to a pony behind a counter, Skye then clammed up, unsure what to say. Normally it was a robot, and she just needed to order from the menu, but there was no menu, or robot, just an annoyed looking old pony.

“Ya want something?” the pony asked, spooking Skye with their deep voice.

She realized right there, that this was the closest she had ever been to a stallion, or ever talked to one. “Y…ya. Do y… you.” Sky then slapped herself. “you got any Sparkle-Cola and a veggie Burger?”

The stallion look Skye up and down, making her feel very nervous and exposed. Even institivly covering her lower haf, even though it wasn't visible to him. “We got booze and grilled Tatos. Kid, you got caps?”

“Cap's?” Skye said slowly.

The stallion didn't look pleased, but then several bottle caps were placed between them. “I'll pay for the young lady.” A mare said. “Just bring it to table five.”

“Fine!” The stallion huffed as he trotted off to the side.

The mare winked and trotted over to a table, Skye following closely behind her. She was an earth pony with a wide brim brown hat, and in boots and jacket of similar materials. Each step she took made a ping sound from. Some weird metal stuff hanging off the back of her boot. She was also well armed, with several knives and revolver on display.

“Names Tussle, and you are?” She greeted and asked.

“Skye. Just Skye” Skye answered as she sat down. “And um, thanks. But why help me?”

Tussle smiled, showing off several broken teeth. “Well Just Skye, Like my mana always said, ya got to help ponies first. Now what's a pretty little lady like you doing all the way out here, been long time since we seen a sixty eight out and about, and never one so young.”

The food and drink arrived, and Skye gobbled it all down, not caring about how bad the tato tasted, or how the drink burned. Taking the moment in, and looking around, she noticed that this place wasn't just full of dusty and rough ponies, but quite a few stallions. Some of which she could had their privates exposed, making Skye feel a bit nervous and curious, as well as noticing that she too was exposed to them. Refocusing on Tussle, and trying to not think about how by just opening her legs, others would see everything, she then told her everything, which wasn't much now that she said it. “So you met another pony like me?” Skye then asked.

Tussle nodded. “Only two, but it's not all that uncommon around these parts. Every few years one or two of you wander out, looking to bring some shit back home. But most just give up and settle down. This town was founded by one of those mares like a hundred years back.” Skye became fascinated by the story, wanting to hear more. “Actually, my mama was one of them, though she don't got much good to say about the stable, always calling them a herd of bitches.”

As Skye finished her drink, its warmth helping her relax, she noticed a stallion looking at her, then released that she had been spreading her legs. Quickly closing them, several stallion and Tussle all chuckled, causing Skye to blush. Tussle then waved for more dinks for the both of them. “Ya, my mama said that was a problem with ya sixty eights, all mares except for one dumb and pampered dick. Makes y'all a bit weird around stallions, but just give it time, and maybe a fuck, and you'll get use to it. I can even introduce ya to somepony who can help, even make a few caps off it.”

Skye blushed again, placing her hooves in front of her privates to keep them hidden. “I… don't know. There's already so much I don't understand. Like why use bottle caps for trade, and getting a stallion can't be that easy?”

“For the first question, chems are why everypony trades in caps. It's a long story, and involves actual brahminshit, so best not to think to hard about it.” Tussle told her before leaning in and whispering. “As for stallions, trust me, if we let em, they'd fuck us raw on this table right now.”

Skye was left stunned as Tussle chuckled. The only imagine that came to her mind was the old discolored porno mags, but it was enough for Skye to imagine herself being rammed in while on the table.

“Ya sixty eights are real easy to fluster.” Tussle said as the drinks arrived. “Just relax and drink. I’ll introduce you to a friend of mine later, work those kinks out of you. But until then, tell me, what do ya plan to do out here?”

Thinking for a moment as she began drinking her new glass, helping her feel a lot more relaxed, Skye has only a faint idea of what she could do. “Oh, I want to visit Applewood. Were they made all those movies… it still exists, right.”

The older mare let out yet another laugh. “Ya, Applewood is still round, though not like it was from the war. They even still make films there if you believe it. Porn mostly, but it's still good stuff. But the place is surrounded by raiders, and run by the syndicate families, so I'd be careful.

For Skye, that at least was good news. She was worried that her destination was just going to be a bombed out crater of radiation. Again, she noticed that her legs were open, and somepony was looking, but this time she let it be. Strangely, she liked the attention, it felt wrong, yet exciting. Anyways, one of the reasons she came out here was to meet a stallion, so what was the harm.

The two continued to talk, and drink and talk, until Skye couldn't keep up anymore and felt so very tired.

As Skye woke up on a hard floor, she felt rather cold, and a bit light headed. At least she wasn't hungry, but she was confused to find herself behind bars.

“H… hello?” She called out.

An old mare peeked up from behind a desk. “Oh good, the drunk is finally awake. Ya cause quite a bit of trouble at the saloon, ya'know!”

“I… don't.” Skye said, now even more confused. “What happened?”

The mare rolled her eyes. “You and that bandit is what happened. Ran up a tab at the bar, started a fight, smashed up property, and even hurt old Burches leg. I'll tell ya what, we need old Burch to be moving around, keep the damn toads away from our water.”

Looking around, Skye didn't see Tussle at all. “Where's my friend, Tussle?”

“So the bandit is your friend, good to know. Now I don't got to feel guilty for stringing up a youngin like ya.” The old mare said as she trotted over. “You're friend skedaddled, and like fuck we are not chasing a Celestia damned bandit into the mountains. So what's left is you, little miss bandit.”

“Bandit? No, no, I'm not a bandit, I'm from a stable.” Skye pleaded.

But the old mare just cocked an eyebrow at her. “A stable ay, then prove it?”

“Well, I have a pipbuck.” Skye said as she pressed her hoof to her bear fenlock. “What!?” She breathed out, finding her pipbuck gone. Not just that, but her jumpsuit and everything was gone! “Where's my stuff? Who took it? Oh no, even my glasses…”

The old mare let out a sigh. “Missy, I don't know who ya are, and where ya came from. For that matter, I don't care. Ya caused us a lot of problems, and ya don't got the caps to pay. In the olden times, we'd just sell ya off to cover the losses, but that's not allowed anymore, so we're going to just execute ya. Don't worry, we'll make it quick. The gallows are nice and high, so it should snap ya neck.”

“W… whate, that's not fair! I don't remember any of that, you can't kill me just like this.” Skye said in panic.

“Sheriff.” Another mare called out, this one in a rather beautiful black and red dress. “Could you not scare the poor dear.”

The old mare looked very annoyed. “Just saying how it is, Ivy Whip. Now go back to ya whore house!”

Ivy rolled her eyes. “It's ponies like you why the slave trade got such a bad reputation to begin with. So focus on being a hard ass that even the smallest infraction got the most severe punishment.”

“And ya point, whore?” the Sheriff practically spat the last word at her.

“The point is, I already resolved the issue, and you can release the dear into my custody.” Ivy told her.

The sheriff then smirked. “And what if I don't want to, what if I feel that justice must be served.”

“Then you will owe me the debt, and have to explain to the town why you strung up a mare whose crime was already paid for.” Ivy trotted right up to the Sheriff, a scowl on her face. “I'm sure that certain ponies are going to start asking questions about you, and if all the ponies you strung up were even criminals. I know the Daisy family hasn't been fond of ya since you strung up one of their sons.”

The two stared each other down for a long moment before the Sheriff let out a huff and trotted to her desk before tossing a ring of keys at Ivy. “Take her and fuck off!”

Trotting up to the jail cell, Ivy freed Skye. “Hello, the name Ivy, and you are?”

“Skye, my names Skye.” She responded. “And thanks for freeing me.”

Ivy smirked “It's only kindly to do. And that fool Tussle made sure to let me know about ya. Even left ya a letter, along with something of yours.”

Passing a slip of paper and her glasses, Skye put on her lenses, only to find one of them cracked. With a disappointing sigh, Skye read the note out loud. “Sorry for running out on ya like that, Skye, but the law is a bit ornery around these parts. Oh, took the liberty of holding onto your stuff, never know when some varmint will up and nick em. Like my mama said, ya got to help ponies first, if you plan to rob em blind. P.S. Ivy os an old friend of mine, she'll teach ya all ya need to know about living in the wasteland, so have fun.”

Skye figuratively deflated.

With a sigh, Ivy patted Skye on the shoulder. “Ya, she's a right bitch that one. Well, let's get you ready on working off that debt.”

“Working off?” Skye asked.

Ivy nodded. “I ain't no charity. So unless ya got something to sell to pay off that there debt, you're working for me now.”

Skye nervously gulped. But at least for her, she wasn't going to get executed.

To say that Skye wasn’t excited about her new job would be an understatement. She expected to do things like cleaning, and other busy work, but when she found out that Ivy ran the local brothel, and Skye was going to be the new mare there, she was left in shock. But with her only options being the hangs-pony noose, she didn’t have much of a choice.

So when Ivy put Skye to work cleaning the establishment first, it gave her time to think, and think, and think. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of a way out of her situation. She was already running very low on supplies when she had got here, so running away would just get her killed, not to mention if anypony came after her. She was also sure that nopony was going to help her, as she didn’t know anypony here.

Whipping down a sticky floor, Skye could only come to the conclusion that she was figuratively and literally, fucked. But at least she was given some time to accept it, for what that was worth. And as the day went on, Skye would mercifully be given some time to rest.

Skye’s real job would come with the setting of the sun. She was given a worn out and torn dress, and makeup that she didn’t want to know the age of. As the mare there helped get her ready, they gave her several tips and instructions, playfully teasing Sky along the way. Most of it amounted to shutting up and doing what the stallion said, since she was new to all this, and for Skye, that was for the best.

When it was time, Skye was placed in a dim room to wait. The ribbon around the base of her tail was cute, but it also made sure she couldn't hide her private parts. Then there was the choker around her neck, it was tight enough that she could feel it every time she swallowed. All of it was absolutely embarrassing, yet, Skye couldn't help but feel a little excited. Even the tight fitting socks felt good on her, a bit too good.

She partly hated that, feeling excited about all this. Yet, she always wondered what it would be like to let a stallion have their way with her. That said, she’d always hoped it would be far more romantic, not in some dingy room with a stranger to pay off a debt…

At least she left her glasses behind, feeling that if she couldn't see the stallion clearly, she could just imagine it was some handsome stud coming to sweep her off her hooves. Though, oddly enough, the thought of some nasty and cruel stallion exited her just as much.

Truthfully, aside from trying it with her friend, Skye knew next to nothing about sex, or what even a stallion's private part looked like up close, and finding that out was enough to excite her alone.

The door creaked open from behind Skye, she had been instructed to not look, or do much of anything unless told to. Probably for the best, as Skye knew shed fuck it up somehow.

“Alright missy, you going to do everything I say?” A deep and gruff voice asked, and Skye nodded. “Good, been awhile since this place had fresh and obedient meat.”

Skye didn't like being called meat, but there wasn't much she could do about it.

He sat down on the bed next to her, spreading his legs. “Alright, get to work, get me good and hard!” Looking over, Skye was a bit confused, seeing a stallion sheath and balls up close for the first between his legs. “Right, a dumbass…” he then pointed at his privates and did an up and down motion with his hooves. “Get down there, use your hooves, then your mouth!”

At first Skye was nervous, but the stallion’s authoritative tone actually eased her nerves as she did as he said. Getting down and sitting in front of the stallion, Skye couldn't help herself but sniff him… causing a wave of disgust and… excitement? Whatever she was feeling, it was new, and she didn't hate it. So, copying the stallion's instructions, she began touching his groin. It felt weird on her hooves, not bad, but not good, yet a bit… fun? Then to her shock, it began to grow, standing up right, if leaning a bit to the left.

“good, now use your mouth, get my cock all lubricated!” He told her.

Skye cringed, but it wasn't the first time she tasted another pony, but that was her friend's cunt, this was completely different. Starting with her tongue, she began licking the cock. Lightly at first, then along the shaft, getting a twitch from it. The more she licked, the more she would taste and smell the stallion, getting all of his musky scent. It was rather disgusting to her, yet as she did it, her own cunt felt warm and wet.

Feeling it was about time, Skye held onto the cock, placing it into her mouth, letting her tongue work on the tip. “No, put it all the way in.” There was a momentary pause for Skye, as disgust was being quickly overcome with curious excitement. She already had the tip in her mouth, so why not the rest of it.

Before Skye even realized what she was doing, she had the cock halfway into her mouth, her head moving as though by instinct, but unable to go any further. And as she moved her head back and forth, she began to taste something foule. Gagging and pulling back as it filled her mouth, the stallion's cock shot shot a line of white sticky fluid over her face. Cum now dripping from both her muzzle and mouth as Skye continued to gag.

The stallion sighed. “Well good enough for fresh meat.” He then got up and pointed behind Skye. “Now look at that!” Doing as she was told, she turned to look at the wall, only to have her head pushed down. “time for the main course!” the stallion said as his cock slapped between her nerly nonexistent tits. “And look, you're already wet. I could probably even drink from ya.”

Skye blushed profusely As she felt him lick her clit once, then felt his cock on her. And with a thrust, Skye let out a loud moan, his cock sliding in without resistance like a key into the correct lock. The stallion chuckled as he pulled back, “so ya are a virgin, and here I thought they were scamming me.” he thrusted again, causing Skye to start drooling. “Well, I might as well book ya for my entire stay, a pretty mare like ya is wasted on those chuckle fuck Townes. Teach ya how to be a real whore!”

Not thinking, Skye then spoke. “Y.. yes! M… make me y… your whore!” She realized what she just said, and felt shame for only a split second as he pushed hilt deep into her, filling her smaller body and, causing her to climax like she had never before. The moan of pure pleasure that skye let out was so loud, that it even started itself.

“Alright, then it's a deal!” With a few more hard slapping thruts, Skye then felt something warm fill her up as she climaxed again. “But right now I'm quite pent up, so just be my little cum dump for tonight.”

Syke’s legs buckled out from under her, the assault on her cunt too much for her to keep standing. Then she felt herself be lifted up and thrown onto the bed, splayed on her back, legs open for all to see.

She liked that, being seen, being used. It only made her want to be fucked more, and harder.

The stallion then climbed on top her, slowly pushing his member back inside. “Ya, you're well worth the caps.”

The rest was a blur, as was the week. With Skye either sleeping, or fucking, with little in-between. Her main client being a Mercenary veteran, who would tell stories of his adventures, as she services him, sometimes publicly for all to see.

That week alone was enough to pay off Skyes debt, but not enough to survive the wasteland, and she knew that now. That's how she even ended up in this position in the first place, as she was too ignorant to know what was what.

So as Skye was given a choice, leave the brothel, or not, she decided to stick it out, it was easy caps after all. Then once she was ready for the wasteland, she'd move on.

Several months later.

“That’s it!” the clerk breathed out as his cock pulsed in Skyes mouth, shooting his cum down her throat. Skye swallowed it all, her gag reflex having long since been suppressed and not wanting to ruin her fur so soon after having washed.

Freeing herself from the stallion, Skye lends up to give him a kiss on the cheek. A little trick the other working mares showed her to get a stallion a bit flustered. “So, about that discount?”

The clerk averted his eyes from her, muttering, “Y.. ya, I guess I can give ya one.” After working on him for the last month, and finally letting have her, the stallion wasn't going to say no.

Skye had managed to get herself everything she needed for the wasteland, from basic armor, long lasting rations, healing potions, and a pistol with ammo. But there was one gun she wanted, and had put down caps for it to be put on hold, but its cost had her work an extra month to just afford it. Even then she didn’t quite have the caps due to rent and other costs, and time was almost up before it went back on the shelf. Ya, she could just ask for an extension, but Skye hadn't been feeling all that well lately, and she was sure that she was starting to get a bit fat. Last thing she wanted to do was get stuck there permanently because customers stopped coming to her as often over some flab.

She'd seen it with other mares, and knew it was only a matter of time.

Exchanging the caps, Sky was given a modified 10mm IF-44 SMG called Moon Butt. More a rifle than a SMG, it was painted a dark blue and black, with a star pattern along the side. It came with a high quality suppressor and like all IF-44 had an internal recoil suppressor, which made it usable for even Skye’s weak legs.

It wasn't in the best shape, but Skye was positive she could fix it up easily, she had after all been practicing her repair skills.

It was the last thing she needed to tell this town goodbye, and be able to survive the wasteland. But this time she was going to be careful about who she trusted, or even got drunk with. And if the worst comes, and she was hard on for caps, Skye was fairly confident that she could fuck a fair amount of caps out of a stallion, maybe even a mare.

She'd prefer to not whore around if possible, as she'd had more cocks in her then she'd ever imagined she would. But it would be a waste to never use her new skills ever again, as she can say it had been fun. That and she did enjoy showing off her assets, made her feel special.

So adjusting her new glasses and with everything ready, Skye finally trotted out of the first town that she'd ever visited and back out into the wasteland. Her destination, Applewood. But first to visit the next town a few days trot, and see a doctor to find out why she felt so off and bloated.

If only she still had her pipbuck to tell her what was wrong, or which direction was north.

Ch 15, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 8.

It turned out having a Talon bodyguard opened a lot of doors for a pony as Flask Shaker trotted right into the slave market with only a few glances. Her objective was simple: find were Copper Pipe was, beat the information about Cast Iron out of him, and go find her ghoul. Hanna was a bit disturbed by the fact that Flask had a ghoul lover, and he had actually impregnated her, but a contract was a contract.

The slave market itself was both disgusting and intriguing to Flask. Mortally she was repulsed by the idea of ponies being seen as objects, being sold off and likely abused. But at the same time she had never seen such a wide spectrum of ponies before, some of which were her type.

“You sure this is… okay, Hanna?” Flask asked her Talon bodyguard.

Hanna rolled her eyes. “Ya, all the slaves here got debts, are criminals, or lost some conflict. So most of em would have been executed if not for the slave trade.”

It was still hard for Flask to wrap her head around, as she'd herself had been a raiders slave, and there was no rules or contracts for that, just a lot of rape. “So.. which are which?”

Pointing to a group of clean and well dressed slaves, Hanna then explained. “Those are debt slaves, so there is almost no risk owning them, and can be used for skilled labor. Effectively the owner is buying their debt, and the slave works it off for them.” She then pointed at a rather rough crowd, but still clean-ish. “Those are criminals, likely guilty of petty crimes, so their low risk, but not ponies you can trust. Most likely they will go to a plantation, where they can be watched.” The last group she pointed out was a battered group who had their manes and tail shaved off. “Them, those ponies were likely war slaves, probably soldiers who surrendered. It's unlikely any of them are getting anything easy, or will ever be set free.”

Flasked watched as one of the war slaves was taken behind a curtain, enough light on the other side projected a shadow that made it clear the pony was being made to give a blowjob. It reminded her of her own treatment as a slave, and how she wasn't treated as a pony most times, just a thing to fuck. It made her angry, but not stupid, if she tried anything here, shed likely spend the rest of her life as a slave.

“Are you, miss Flask Shaker?” a mare in a faded suit said as she trotted up.

Nodding, Flask met her cold uncaring gaze. “Do you have the information I'm asking for?”

“Yes, but such information isn't cheap.” She said, “Come with me, we can talk about this in a more private place.”

They followed her, they found themselves in a smaller room away from the main market. The room was rather odd, with one side having a stage and a pole, and the other a booth with a cubby stallion in it.

Taken to the stallion, he flipped through a few papers, only glancing at her ones with a bored disinterest. “Ya the potion pettler?” He asked.

“An alchemist actually. Names Flask Shaker.” she corrected.

He sighed, sounding frustrated. “Same deal, different skill set. Ya want information and it ain't cheap. I'm Gray Market, the one running this joint. Now as much as I like to go over the finer details, the problem is that I know what you actually want, and that's going to be bad for business.”

Flask had been in the wasteland for too long to not understand where this was going. “A ghoul like that can't be that good for business either, since you're above board here, and he's… not.”

Gray let out a huff, putting his paperwork down. “Missy, above board just means I'm not pissing off anypony with the power to strike me down. That ghoul got connections with the local raider clans, and makes sure I don't have to do business with em directly. And if you plan on telling me a sob story, don't try it, I heard it all. And I know yours, or at least enough to know your cunt must be stretched wide by those raiders.”

“Who no longer exists.” Flask said flatly and coldly. As much as this was going nowhere, Flask suspected that if he didn't want anything from her, he wouldn't have seen her at all. “But… I have a feeling that I might be able to change your mind. Something that can make getting rid of Copper less of an issue for you.”

The stallion smirked as he clapped his hooves three times. Slightly distorted music began to play as the lights dimmed. “Okay doll, ya ain't a dummy, so I'll not beat around the bush. You know how to get medicinal potions, and we need em.” A mare trotted onto stage and began to dance around the pole, making it hard to keep my eyes off her as she bent in ways a mare probably shouldn't.

Then a few more mares join us at the booth, one scooting right next to Flask and getting unfortunately close. “Not long ago a dummy brought in a mare and didn't check em. Put the bitch up as a sex slave, and let a few blokes get a free sample. Now a case of flop rot is spreading through, and that shit aint no joke.”

The mare nuzzled Flask and felt up her leg, and as dumb as it was to her, she decided to play along. “Sorry, but I'm not familiar with this… sexualy transmitted disease. I've dealt with bailfire crotch and warts… personally, but not that.”

“And cured them?” He asked.

She nodded as she felt up the mare… and felt a dick.

Gray then smiled. “Good, then it shouldn't be a problem for you. The issue is curing it sooner than later. For mares it just causes sterility as long as they have it, but for us stallions, we become impotent. And a impotent stallion is a stallion that will go crazy and murderous, ya dig?”

Flask did know why, but she began feeling up the stallions balls as he nibbled on her ear. “So… I help cure this STD, and you get me what I want?”

“That's the deal.” he said, clearly doing the same thing as she was, with what she guessed was another stallion. “And while you're here working on it, he'll be yours.” Gray said with a smirk. “We'll even procure those mushrooms for you if you do some extra potion making.”

As her hoof ran up the slaves dick, it was surprisingly big. Not as big as Flask had gotten use too, but fuck, it was more than big enough. “Ya, but so long as you're alright if I make a few chems as well. I haven't had a good high in over a year.”

Gray laughed. “I like ya Doll. Too bad ya ain’t my type.”

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Testing pent up and irritated stallions had not been fun for Flask Shaker, all with dicks that they couldn't get up, which was extra disappointing for her. But she had made some progression after a week of testing.

“M… miss Flask… wh.. ahhhh!” Hanna let out a moan as she spurted From her vadg. The Talon had accidentally drank one of Flasks concoctions, and was both high and a bitch in heat. Unfortunately Flask didn't have the equipment to get the bird off, but they did have the sex slave. Flask had also given the slave some of the potion too, just to see what would happen, and seeing Hanna swell with cum after an hour, Flask felt that she might have made a bad move with that.

Yet the two weren't slowing down any time soon, and even as Hanna passed out, her hips kept going.

“Miss Flask!” A slave mare called out as she trotted in, freezing for a moment at the sight of the thoroughly fucked Talon, then returning her attention to Flask, and freezing again as she sat with her legs open, and wet. “Um… miss Flask, I got the information you were asking for, about the infected mares…” she stared at Flask for a long moment, mouth agape.

“Unless you want to join in or get me off, talk.” Flask told the mare.

She nodded. “Yes… I mean… um maybe later. But those mares, they all took part in what's called a dog show, all of them.”

Flask sighed. When she looked at the infection under a microscope, it seemed odd at first, and now she was sure of it. “Thanks, this should help with a cure.” She told the mare, then smirked. “Hay, help me out and I'll let you try my new chem.”

She seemed nervous at first, but trotted over, “Are… you sure?” Flask passed the mare a vile of the aphrodisiac she had been making, this one a bit watered down. The slave mare seemed unsure at first, but then drake it. “It's… sweet… and oh my.”

As the mare's face flushed, Flask was sure she had to be a chem addict to accept the potion so easily. She then began serving Flask, mouth drooling as she licked. It felt wrong doing stuff like this, but fuck was Flask horny right now.

Though figuring out where the flop rot came from was a bit of a dampener. It was clear now that the STD came from dogs, or at least it appeared to have, and if she can get her hooves on an infected dog, she could probably make a cure.

Flask's legs tightened up around the mare's head as her tongue played with her pussy. “Ya, that's the spot.” she moaned

A pop came from the bed as Hanna finally released the sex slave, panting as body fluid flowed out of her. Flask wasn't sure if she used Venus root or not in the chem, but even without it, it would be a miracle if Hanna wasn't impregnated by this. So just to be careful, Flask got to work making a contraceptive potion for her later.

The sex slave on the other hoof was still hard and filled with energy, and seeing the slave mare ass up and head in Flask crotch, he couldn't stop himself. The mare let out a moan as he went balls deep in the sopping wet mare, the thrusting only helping her get Flask off.

Coming to a climax, Flask felt her stress melt away, and even licked up a drop of the potion still left, tasting the sickly sweet stuff, and that it was still way too potent. “Fuck! How do I tone this shit down?” She asked herself as it took effect. As the Stallion finished, Flask pulled the mare up into a kiss, and conveniently exposed herself to him. “you still got more in you?” She asked, and seeing that he was still hard, Flask opened her legs invitingly.

Ch 16, Lost

The long journey through the wasteland had not eased Astra's mind, only added to her thought that she needed to be punished. Her friends and family reassured her that it wasn't her fault, but she could see the fear behind their eyes, how they flinched when she trotted into the room. She could hear the whispers from the others, wondering when it could happen again.

Astra understood that it truly wasn't her fault, but still didn't change how she let herself get tricked, and let herself go berserk. A charm spell to embarrass Astra caused her power to go out of control, and her mind to become confused. She hurt everypony around her, causing so much damage.

In the end, the only pony that was able to stop her was Astra's father, and it cost him his life. Out of everything that happened, it was the only thing she didn't deserve forgiveness for, not in her mind. She wasn't just a murderer, but had murdered her father, the pony she loved the most.

And if it happened again, who would die to stop her? Astra couldn't bear the idea of her sister's blood on her hooves, so she ran, ran as far away.

She had trotted so far, and without direction, that even if she wanted to turn back, she'd never find home again. The village was well hidden for a reason, and Astra had not been taught how to find it yet. And she never will.

So now her food and water have run low, and all her medicine has been used up after drinking from the rain and getting sick. But she was fine with this, after all, Astra knew she deserved it.

The sound of music reached Astra's ears, clearly from an old damaged radio with how off it sounded. Following the music, She found an ancient broken road leading to a bridge over a stream. On the bridge was a blockade, with ponies in crude armor standing guard, and vulgar graffiti all over the ramshackle structure. Astra had only a little understanding of who these ponies were, but she could recognize raiders even if she had never seen them before.

Considering going around them, Astra looked down and saw that the river was infested with mutants. Mirelurks her father called them, and they were extremely dangerous if a pony wasn't careful. So were raiders, but some of the elders said raiders could be reasoned with.

Even though Astra felt she deserved to be punished, she didn't want to die. Unfortunately, death was her fate no matter what she chose. Without proper food and water, she'd die, and the mirelurks would kill her without a doubt. At least with the raiders, they might kill her, but they might let her continue on her journey to nowhere.

Trotting up to the blockade, a raider peeked over, eyes bloodshot. “Oy oy, who's diss? Ya, another wasteland?”

Another peeked over, also with bloodshot eyes. “Hayyyyyy, I think it's that pony, the one the boss promised.”

“Oh ya… no, the boss promised more chems!” The first said in confusion.

The second shrugged. “Who fucking cares, let me in. We'ree having a party!” he then pointed at Astra, “Oy, new bitch, come join the fun!”

Astra was left a bit confused, having never seen a pony high off their flank before, and saw this as a good sign. So she trotted in.

If Astrahads not been wandering the wasteland for so long herself, unwashed and having trotted through different kinds of filth, her sense of smell might not have been desensitized to the smell of the raiders. Truthfully, Astra was too out of it to take note of anything at the moment, she had just enough mental energy to reason that the raiders were the safer option, not how safer the raiders were.

So she ignored the cages, and a body hung up as a warning. She did see a large drawing of a dick, but didn't pay it much mind.

“Hay! You….” A fairly drunk raider stumbled over. “You missinata party!”

“Y… ya.” Astra nervously said, still confused herself.

The raider chuckld, and passed Astra a bottle. “Then get going, drink, drink!” The raider demanded.

Doing as the raider said, her parched throat greedily accepting the water… then it burned, and she nearly puked.

A bellowing laughter came from the raider, and she then began pushing Astra towards the party.

The Bone Jackers, symbolized by a crude drawing of a red bonesaw, not that Astra would understand, was a fairly successful Raider band, and she had just trotted on them celebrating a successful haul. The makeshift bar, was a mess of ponies both drunk and high, having spend all their caps on the chems, as raiders tend to do.

Sitting on a moldy throne was a very high mare, Skull Cracker she was called, having long forgotten her original name. But a cutie-mark of three cherries hinted at who she might have once been. The raider boss was being tended to by another chemed out raider, who fed her moldy snack cakes.

Feeling warm from the booze in her empty stomach, Astra was pushed to the ratty bar, where a cut up raider played bartender, pouring everypony shots.

Passing Astra a shot, the less than inebriated bartender then asked, “What's your story?”

It wasn't that the raider cared, or was really paying attention, he was just playing a role, all while keeping his buz going. But there was no way Astra would understand this, getting swept up 8n the mood of it all. The music, the ponies, and the drinks. So Astra drank the shot and began talking.

Quickly getting drunk, and being given some chems, Astra poured her heart out, feeling as though she was among ponies that understood. The raiders too told their stories, from being left with nothing but a gun with three bullets, two enacting revenge and becoming an outlaw, the ponies here were full of interesting stories to Astra. Afterall, shebtoo had committed an unforgivable sin.

Astra's head pounded, her mouth felt like dry paper, and her eyes hurt in the light. Strangest of all, she couldn't move her legs. “Ugh.” She let out, unable to properly talk yet.

“Ohh, look at who's awake.” A husky voice of a mare spoke. “Hello thief!”

Astra's vision was too blurry to properly see yet, but as she tried to move, it became very clear why she couldn't, her legs were bound up. “Wh…” she tried to say. Her front legs were bound together behind her back, but her back were spread apart, attached to something sturdy. “Whats going on?”

“Pull her up!” The mare ordered, and painfully Astraxs front legs were pulled back, lifting her off the ground with her back legs now forced to stand. “You drank out booze and used our chems when you're not one of us.”

Though her mind was a haze, Astra slowly remembered last night, or at least everything up until her forth shot, then it was a blur. Just a bunch of flashes, but that was all she needed to remember to know what had happened.

There had been a lot of storytelling going on, and then… sucking dick? Ya, she was sure that she had gotten dirty with at least one raider. Astra was no virgin, but that didn't stop her from feeling some disgust. And for her own sanity, she fortunately couldn't see the writing on her face, which tallied that far more than one raider she sucked off.

“I'm… I didn't intend to.” Astra croaked out. “I got swept up in the celebration.”

“That's no excuse!” Skull Cracker said, knowing full well what had happened, and it wasn’t even a big deal. They still had chems and booze to spare after all. But the Bone Jackers toy had died a few days ago, and several members were getting a bit annoying with them needing an outlet that wasn't each other. “Now you owe us!”

Several of the raiders not passed out chuckled, knowing what came next.

“Okay, but I don't have anything. But can you please let me down.” Astra pleaded.

The raider boss was hoping for some resistance, to have an excuse to hit her.

*Smack!*

She hit Astra anyways. “You don't get a say, bitch!”

Astra was left stunned, her cheek cut by the mare's cracked hoof. She'd never been hit like that before, and the pain quickly sobered her up, letting her see the terrifying mare properly. The signs of many battles were cut across Skull Crackers body, and her armor was decorated with the skulls of pinies. Worse was her eyes, both filled with a cruel madness that Astra knew belonged to a true monster.

Skull Crackers looked down at Astra, the dirty, yet pretty mare was starting to cry. Lost ponies wandering into their ranks was nothing new, and how they got new recruits. But Astra was just unlucky enough that she wandered in when they needed a toy, not another raider. Well, maybe she could become a raider, if they found a better looking bitch.

She then smirked as she sat down. “Drop the bitch, but not all the way!”

Astra felt her body become light as she rapidly approached the floor, only to have herself stop, forcing her front legs to painfully stretch behind her.

Shreking out, Skull Cracker presented and stretched her pussy in front of Astra. “You belong to us now, and I'm putting you right to work. Understood?”

There was no choice in the question as Astra looked at Skulls cunt, a wave of dread washing over her. The raider boss was pierced everywhere, to the point it looked like her cunt had teeth. She was then pushed forward, Astra's face pressed up against Shull's body, the pony behind her slapping her flank.

Astra tried to kick, but couldn't, causing the raiders to laugh cruelly.

Then something wet ran up her cunt and ass, causing Astra to let out a “ahhh!” Then she looked at Skull, tears welling up in fear. “Anything, please.”

Skull considered it for a moment, but the more she looked at Astra's pretty face, the more pissed off she became. She wanted to fuck her up for looking so pretty, for being better then her. Maybe a few cuts would teach her a lesson.

“Boss, if I may have a word.” The bartender said just as Skull had unfolded a switchblade. “A mare like that may be worth lots on the market. So long as her face isn't damaged.”

Looking at him for a long moment, Skull sneared. “Oh one scar wouldn't hurt, she doesn't need both eyes, or the horn?”

The bartender sighed. “True, but the colts have taken a liking to her, and we can fuck up any wastelander out here. Anyways, that's how the last one died, and you promised to keep the next one intact.”

Letting out a huff, Skull tossed the blace to the side. “Fine, fine. But you're responsible for feeding and walking the bitch.” She then poshed Astra's face into her cunt. “Now get licking, bitch!”

Astra, struggling just to breathe, was forced to service the raider boss, the humiliation only suppressed by her fear of the mad mare. She was at least thankful to the bartender for saving her life, that is until she felt him rub up behind her.

It was warm and hard, something Astra knew enough to know what it was. “Well if she is my bitch, I better start training her.” The bartender said as he pushed the tip of his cock up o to het pussy. Astra couldn't protest with a face full of cunt, and couldn't close her legs with a bar holding them open.

With a trust, Astra was pushed muzzle deep into Skull as the cock when in dry, hilt deep. All she could do was let out a pained moan as the raider raped her. Dulled tipped spikes along his cock forced pleshef through Astra as he pulled back slowly, only to slam back into her, each time it was less painful as her body fluids lubricated her insides.

Skull began to drool, as Astra forced herself to focus on the raiders boss, not wanting to anger her and have her face cut up.

With a loud slap, and another moan, Astra managed to glance around, and through her blurry vision, she could see the raiders watching, some stroking themselves off as they licked their lips. Then another heavy slap, and the bartender pushed as far in as possible that Astra could feel the cock kiss her womb, then warmth.

It was the first time she felt this, and it made her tears run down her cheek as the raider came inside her. But at the same time she began to drool, as though hungry for more, confusing her.

She hated this, wanted to go home, wanted this all to be a bad dream. But then she remembered that nothing was waiting for her back there. Astra was a murder, a danger, and she needed to be punished. That's what she thought to herself, and as the stallion began fucking het again, she then thought that this might just be the punishment she deserved.

The raiders watched as the new mare's eyes glazed over, not understanding if she was high 9r just lost her mind, not that they cared. All that was on their mind was getting their own turn. And once the boss and the second had their fill, it was a free for all for the new fuck mare!

It had been a few weeks since Astra became the Bone Jackers sex slave, and due to her compliance, even enjoyment of it, they treated her well enough. She had food, water, the occasional chem, and she never slept alone. There were times when the Bone Jackers were cruel, but Astra nere complained.

The mare she was before was gone, reduced to more an animal then pony, complete with collar and leash. Her mane was now rough, her body thinner, and her hoove chipped, but compared to other wastelanders, her beauty. She was adorned with jewelry and many piercings, from her ears, tongue, to her nipples and clit. Whatever the raiders found fun, she was made to do, and she did it without complaint.

Astra was also starting to forget her own name, not that she was trying to remember it. Bitch was good enough for her.

Ch 17, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 9.

The slavers upheld their end of the deal, and not only did Flask Shaker have the location of Copper Pipe, but enough radiation absorbing mushrooms to help the foals and start her own farm of it. Turns out the slaver cherished their ability to get hard over their under the table business dealing by a lot.

Though Flask was still skeptical over the slaver’s code of ethics, she assumed that it was like honor amongst thieves. Where they may be all scumbags, but none of them would make any caps if they stabbed each other in the back. It was also probably why nopony had gotten rid of them yet, since they were so organized and watching each other's backs. Even Flask knew she couldn't pull the same maneuver on the slavers as she had on the raiders, as the slavers had connections and friends who would seek revenge.

Just like what she planned to do now.

“Are you sure this is smart?” Hanna asked as she double checked her guns. “I mean, it's no flying feather to me if you get gang raped out there.”

Hanna was still pissed off over the lust potion Flask had made, and her hips were still acing from all the fucking she had done because of it. It took days for it to where off enough for Hanna to stop wiggling her ass at every stallion that looked her way, some of which she road like a slut before getting control of herself. The effect of the potion was still lingering even now, and just thinking about it left her wet. Even thinking about getting violated was also making her wet, which really pissed her off the most.

Flask smirked at that. “You could always go, in my place?”

The griffin dry heaved at the thought, though she loathed to admit considering it. “No fucking way am I taking another dick, this is all you, and once you get what you need, I'm getting you out.”

Flask shrugged, fingering that was going to be her answer. Returning to her objective, a raider bar, Flask and Hanna had scoped it out for the last few days, making sure Copper was there. These raiders, the Skull Hounds, were far less savage tribale like the Rippers were, and more like some cult of animal worshipers. The last few days of observation also explained why the slavers were so willing to give up Copper, as Flask was sure this was where the flop rot originated.

Through her binoculars, Flask watched as some poor mare was forced to put on a show, letting some oversized hound mount her in front of a very excited crowd. From her angle she could see the mare's abdomen indent from the creature's large member, and her hip practically pop from the knot entering.

Under other circumstances, Flask would be enjoying a show, but this left her considerably dry. It was like the Rippers all over again, but even more depraved and cruel. That at least the Rippers had a purpose, as sick and twisted as it was, but here it was pure depravity.

Somehow, Flask wasn't surprised that Copper had been hanging out with such ponies, as she doubted that no decent pony would ever trust him after what he did, not even the slavers. And if she didn't need to know where he sent Cast Iron and the other ghouls, she'd just have had Hanna shoot him from here.

Yet Flask still needed to go down there, but she wasn't going to make herself prey and become a toy for raiders again. So she put on her makeup, attached armor, slicked back her mane, and greased up her ripper spear. There was no way for them to know that all the Rippers were dead, and truthfully, they weren't, as she was technically the last.

“You're too good at making yourself look like that.” Hanna commented.

Flask put on her war face and smiled. “I was the Ripper’s medicine mare and tribe whore after all. But right now, I'm a Ripper raider, looking for a good target.”

Hanna seemed to look apologetic. “Right, I forgot about that, sorry.”

“It's fine. They're all dead now, I made sure of it.” Flask gritted her teeth, remembering those months she lived as their plaything. Kissing their dicks as she slowly poisoned them all. “Which is what I plan to do here as well.”

From her bag, Flask pulled out a potion bottle. Inside was a very potent virus that she had very carefully gathered and kept alive once she knew where Copper was. Dysentery was a massive problem here in the wasteland, so all ponies kept their water sources as clean as possible, even the raiders. But once tainted, this whole settlement will become a dead zone for a year, with everypony here having shit themselves to death. Though with how much alcohol they consume over water, a few will probably survive, but Flask was fine with that.

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“Stop, Bitch!” The raider called out, looking down at Flask. “Been long since we seen a fucking Ripper, thought ya all finally fucked off and died.”

Flask rolled her eyes. “Surprised you all haven't fucked a bear and get you all killed by it.” She said on the fly, not sure if it was raider-ish enough.

“Ya fuck you too! What you want?” The raider demanded.

“You got a monster we need talking too, that thing Copper, we got words for em!” Flask told him.

“Suck my dick, bitch!” He mocked.

“I'll bite it off!” She countered.

“Go fuck yourself!”

“Come down and fuck me, unless ya a bitch!”

The raider glared at Flask, then vanished, a moment later he was opening the gate and trotting through. “No pony calls me a bitch!”

Flask was a little disappointed to see how easily it was to provoke him, so she activated her Ripper spear and pointed it at his face. “I do, unless you want to be called a dickless bitch.”

He didn't flinch, just looked at my ripper and spat at it. “You fuckers are all the damn same.” The raider looked around before clicking his tongue at Flask. “I don't see no friends of yours, which is fucking bold! Kill me and you'll be made part of the dog show till you die. Now if ya want in, you're going to pay.” He then smirked. “And ya know what, ya cost is a sucky sucky and fuck. So bitch, get to it!”

Flask turned the ripper off and sighed. “whatever.” She expected as much, if not worse, but had hoped not to do any of this. Having already taking a contraceptive potion and a few potions to prevent caching anything, this was going to be more a chore then any kind of fun or traumatic.

So Flask got to work.

To say she was unimpressed with his size was an understatement, there wasn't even enough dick to deepthroat. “I see why the mares here fuck dogs.” Flask mocked.

“Sh-up, bitch.” He tried to argue as Flask got to work, the stallion seemingly so blue balled that she didn't need to do much to get him off. “Y… ya, th…ats it!” He grunted as his minuscule dick twitched, pumped, and went flaccid.

Flask was rather disappointed, not that she wanted to deep throat the raider, much less get fucked by him, but she had mentally prepared herself for some rough housing. The stallion sat back, looking way too satisfied from what Flask knew was sloppy work. If he wasn't a raider, she’d have pitied him enough to tell him to leave and start a new life.

Of course he wasn't done, though it was hard for Flask to tell if he had a hardon or not. Sitting on his lap, she felt the miniscule cock on her ass, and it took no effort pushing it through. If she had gone vaganaly, she doubted she'd have felt much. The feeling of warm stickiness came fairly quickly with just a little effort on Flask's part, which just left her feeling unsatisfied.

“You know, maybe you should call your friends, because this was the worst fuck I've ever had.” Flask mocked. Which was a lie, it was just the most boring fuck she had. But between this and the Rippers, at least wasn’t going to haunt her.

“Fuck off, Now go, do whatever with whoever.” He croaked.

Taking the opportunity, and not wanting to catch the eye of another raider looking for an easy fuck, Flask trotted in. Now closer to the raiders here, many of them wore a mix of animal pelts, and a patchwork of stuffed animals, like some imitation of old cartoon characters, but twisted and unwashed. The smell here was a mix of rancid, and rot, which Flask didn't want to know what smell came from where or who. Fortunately most of them were overly focused on the bestiality show to care she was nere by, though a few did give her some lookes, none did anything other then that.

Stopping at the small well, the raider’s only source of clean water, there were a few raiders standing around it, though they didn't look like they belonged. one was a young mare in a crude spiked bunny outfit, who sneered at Flask much in the same way the Ripper mares would at her in the past. “Look, a fucking Ripper, what ya cunts doing here, thought ya too good for the bar?” If she wasn't a filth covered raider, Flask might have considered the mare cute, which really made her wonder why she was even here.

Taking a closer look at them, Flask felt that they were really out of place here, all of them looked a bit too clean, and a bit too put together to be raiders. Stranger was their guns, which all looked well maintained and not that old. They also didn't reek, smelling more like gunpowder… no, black powder.

Putting her curiosity aside, Flask took on the same self important look the Rippers always had, doing her best to play the part. “Some fuck needs fucking, dats all. Best ya stay out of it unless if ya want to ride my ripper, bitch cunt!”

The mare glared back. “Cock guzzling Whore!”

“Dog fucking Slut!” Flask countered.

The raider mare then sighed. “Fucking blue waffled cum dump! Where'd Grease Grinder go? She's at least more fun, and better at insults. That ugly bitch!”

Another raider mare laughed. “Ya say that, but ya two fucked every time you met. We're still waiting for ya to run off and start your own gang together.”

“The bitch is dead!” I said coldly, getting a shocked look from the bunny raider. “Lots got offed by mutant cagigators stampede, real mess it was.”

“Lies!” The bunny raider hissed.

“You think I'd be near ya freaks if I was!” Flask said coldly.

The bunny raider glared at Flask, tears welling up in her eyes before she ran off sobbing. Flask almost felt sad for her, almost, but it did make her wonder how a mare that sensitive ended up as a raider. If she was a raider.

The other raiders rolled their eyes at the display. “Great, now she's going to be a mess for a week. Probably going to drink all our booze.” They then quickly followed her.

Left by herself, Fizzy quickly got to work poisoning the well, making sure none of the stuff got on her. Then turned her attention to her main objective.

It was a large bar from the old world, poorly maintained, but still usable enough for raiders. They even crudely added supports to it, in some attempt to keep the building from collapsing in on itself. Inside was close to a normal bar as these raiders could make, some animals here and there, but most of the entertainment came from suggestively dressed ponies.

In the far corner was Copper, sitting in a booth with a few disgusted looking mares around him, and a bunch of ultra dash on his table. Made sense why he was so tolerated, he was their chem dealer.

“Hay Copper.” Flask said as she put a hoof on the table, and knocked over a bottle of cheap booze.

The ghoul was clearly high, looking at Flask with blood shot eyes. “Fuck are you bitch… oh, a Ripper, where have you fucks been.”

Flask motioned for the mares to go, and they quickly fucked off, not needing to be told twice. Scooting in closer, Flask smiled as she said, “the Rippers are dead, just like you will be soon.”

He squinted his eyes at her, realization slowly coming to his mind. “F… Flask?” She nodded. “Hay now… no hard feelings, right?”

Pulling up her spare ripper, and placing it to his neck, Flask asked one question. “Where did you send Cast Iron and the others?”

If he could sweat, Flask was sure he would be sweating bullets right now. “Why would you care? Like, look at ya, all strong and…”

She pressed the teeth of her blade to his throat and growled out, “Now!”

“There at Green Rock, the old irradiated gemstones mine. Ghouls that can work are worth good caps there.” He said in a panic. Copper then looked Flask in the eyes pedingly. “Now let me go, for old times sake.”

Flask pulled the ripper's trigger, rotting blood and gore spewed out as she ripped through Coppered neck and decapitated him. Once the head hit the ground, his dead eyes locked in horror as Flask glared at it, her jaw clenching so hard it threatened to crack teeth. Even now his death did not quench the rage she felt for him, and if she could, she'd kill him a hundred times more, slower and crueler each time. If not for him she wouldn't have had to endure the months of rape and humiliation, and all for what? Because he had no dick and missed living like a rich pony!

She had to stop herself from hyperventilating even more as her head felt light. Looking around, all the eyes on her, fully aware of what she just did. She knew what was to happen next, that a gange rape was about to start, not her first time thanks to Copper, but at least he was dead now.

“Fuck ya!” A pony yelled, and several more cheered. They then all went back to whatever depravity they were originally doing, not caring about the murder.

Flack sat there a bit stunned, both glad they weren't doing anything, and disgusted by it too. One raider mare trotted over, looking at the table with eyes too wide to not be on chems. “Ya going to be keeping that shit?” She asked, pointing at all the dash. Flask shook her head, and the mare gleefully took as much as she could, followed by another raider doing the same. Flask was sure that Ultra Dash was absolutely deadly to normal ponies, but she didn't give a fuck if they overdosed.

With a sigh, Flask rummaged through Coppers pockets, finding a bunch of caps, then left.

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“You okay? You look okay.” Hanna asked.

Flask nodded her head. “No rape, just a small dick, a broken heart, a dead ghoul, and hopefully soon, a lot of dead raiders.”

“Get the information?” She further asked.

Again Flask nodded. “Green Rock mine.”

The griffin scratched her beak for a moment, then cringed. “That's a few days from here, good source of gemstones for making talismans and spark batteries. But some weird cult runs it, not dangerous, but no creature likes dealing with them.” she then rubbed up on Flask. “So, you want to cuddle before we get moving?”

For the third time, Flask nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she finally let herself feel vulnerable again. Even now the memories were fresh for her, and just being around so many raiders had forced her to think about it, relive it all, and how much she had to pretend to love it to keep the raiders happy. But they couldn't hurt anypony anymore, they couldn't hurt her anymore, and soon neither will this group.

It only made her feel a little better, but it did put her mind at ease knowing that soon, less evil will be in this world.

Ch 18, Found.

With the skill only obtained by daily practice, Astra deep throated the stallion, and ensured he climaxed at the height of pleasure.

“Good, isn't she.” The slaver said with a smirk to Midway. “Yell ya what, if ya buy her off me, I'll give ya a discount on the scrap.”

Freed from the sex slave’s ravenous hunger, Midway had to catch his breath. “Now that's mighty generous of you. It is rare for a pony of your ilk to even say the word… discount.”

The slaver cocked an eyebrow as she pulled on Astra's leash. “Now don’t be coy with me. Winter is on its way, and it's my responsibility to feel anypony under my ownership. Unfortunately, this bitch not only can't pull her weight, but is going to drag us all down with her. Fuck, I only traded her off those raiders so that I at least got something out of that fucking deal. But aint got the supplies to feed a useless mouth, much less two of em soon enough.

Astra sat down, showing her visibly pregnant belly, only having at most two months until the foal was due. The raiders had their fun with her daly, to the point that she'd become quite skilled at pleasing them. But as time went on, the inevitable occurred, and she found herself pregnant. Not that Astra even cared at that point. But Skull Cracker seemed to be bothered by it, and as soon as they could, the Bone Jackets sold Astra off for more chems and booze. Then Astra was used by the slaver to provide service to potential customers, leading to this deal.

Being talked about as just an object was nothing new for Astra anymore, so she wasn't bothered by being called a burden. To her, she was just that, a burden.

Midway tapped his chin for a moment and shrugged. “Okay, but you're twisting my leg here. So why don't ya throw in a discounted box of .308's, and call it a deal.”

The slaver chewed on her tabaco for a bit before spitting it to the ground. “Fuck it, fine. Ain't using those bullets anymore.”

With an exchange of caps, Modway loaded up his cart with the collection of junk and other trade goods. The slavers had no use for old gears and springs, but Friendship City was always in need of spare parts for their drawbridge, so this was going to be a rather profitable venture. The only problem was his new slave.

Having her sit in the cart, Midway knew this was going to be a loss unless he put her to work. The broken mare might have had a lot of charm at some point, but the raiders had worked her over quite a bit. Midway was actually surprised she still had a horn, as breaking it off was common when raiders took unicorn slaves. Other than that, she was malnourished and bruised, looking more like a severe chem addict than a proper sex slave. So pimping her out wasn't going to get him much in the way of caps until he got her more healthy looking. There was also the pregnancy issue, which the best thing he could do was give the foal to Fillydelphia, that is if the foal was even alive. He could sell the foal, but even that business was a line he wasn't even willing to go nere. Last he heard about ponies doing that, even Redeye put a bounty on their heads.

“Hay, missy, got a name, any skills?” Midway asked.

Astra just looked in the distance, not really paying attention to much of anything.

With a shrug, Midway trotted off, pulling the cart behind him.

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Midway let out a grunt as he finished off inside Astra. The two had been held up in an old cabin for the last few days as a storm raged on. It wasn't quite winter yet, but the weather was getting rougher, and Midway was sure that they would be stuck in Friendship City by the time the snow really started setting in.

Pregnant mares weren't really his thing, but over the last few weeks of actually being properly fed and washed, his slave turned out to be a bit of a looker. Midway figured that if he held off selling her for a few months, and kept feeding her properly, she’d make a good sex slave on the market, maybe even Ursas Rest might buy her. That also meant holding onto the foal for a bit longer, but it might be worth it.

The only issue right now was how loose she was, but Midway knew that with a bit of time and some medical potions, her pussy sould tighten up enough to be more enjoyable.

Astra sat their leaking body fluids, her swollen breasts Speeting milk now and then. Having just one partner had done well to settle her mind, along with not having sex nonstop, as both the raiders and slavers had pass her around every day to the point she long since lost cout of how many ponies shes fuck, and in which hole. A life she had gotten used to, and now that it didn't happen, she felt… insecure.

As though by instinct, Astra cuddled up to Midway, partly for warmth, but also just to… feel.

Midway himself didn't know how to feel about it, but let the mare hold onto him. If he was going to keep her around for longer, he might as well make it more comfortable for the both of them.

She then began stroking his cock, not even looking at him, just out of habit. That too Midway let happen. “You know, this would be a lot easier if I had a name. Can't just keep calling you bitch or slave. Most ponies see that as bad manners.” He said half joking.

Astra's ears flicked at that, now actually listening. Looking over, she noticed that his cock was in her hoof, causing her to sigh. “It's…. Astra.” She said meekly.

“That's a… unusual name. But a cute name.” Midway commented, knowing that it wasn't a common wasteland name.

Blushing, Astra avoided talking by giving him a blowjob, which Midway responded by putting his hoof on her head for a better deepthroat.

. . . . . .

The storm finally began to clear up, and the two were finally able to move again. The tinkling of bells could be herd as Midway fucked Astra, both having a brahman bell around her neck and smaller bells attackec to her nipples.

They had gotten bored, and had been creative with sex.

With a gulp, Midway finished drinking Astra's milk, glad nopony was around to see it. He figured it was best to not let it go to waste, and anyways, she was eating a lot of his food. She had also began to fill out more because of the food, her curves beco ing more visible, making it harder for Midway to not fuck her.

“Moo!” Astra loudly went, as she quivered in pleasure. Midway had gotten a lot better a getting her off, far better than the raiders ever could. So sex had actually become more fun, and less of a choir for her. She was also filled with more energy due to the food, resulting in her being more proactive in sex, and lasting longer despite the pregnancy. “M… Master. N… now that we can mm. Mooo!” Another thrust into her sent her into climax again. “Move… where are… we going.”

Midway had thought long and hard about his next stop before Friendship City, and he knew he needed a lot more caps if he was going to bribe the guards to ignore the literal sex slave. That and have the money to afford to keep feeding her until winter has passed.

There was a mining village not too far off, lots of stallions, not many mares, and no whore house for miles. As Midway held onto Astra's now very gabable hips, and went deep into her ass, he knew this was a good plan as he unloaded into her.

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Everything should have gone smoothly, and there should have been a line of thirsty miners lining up to gang bang Astra, but instead there was a bunch of annoyed mares. Turns out that the miners all got married a year ago, and their mares kept them on a short leash.

“So no fucking, master?” Astra asked as she looked over his shoulder from the cart. Over the last couple of weeks, Astra had gotten more open and chatty. “We can just do it if they don't.” She said, nibbling on his ear.

To Midway's pleasant surprise, Astra had a considerable high limbedo, and was always up for sex. He wasn't shure if she was always like this, or if the raiders realy fucked her up in thevhead, but he wasn't goin to complain. “No… well maybe in a bit. Right now I need to find a way to make a lot of caps, since whoring you out isn't going to work.”

The miners had a lot of raw materials, but Midway knew nothing about rocks, and who valued what. He was a junk merchant, sometimes arm's dealer, occasionally a slaver, and right now a shitty pimp. So he held the list of trade goods the miners had available, along with a few samples, all rocks as far as he knew, likely best used to make concrete.

Astra leaned forward, pressing her pregnant belly and swollen tits on Midway's back, and pointed at one dull rock. “I think that's orichalcum! They have it listed as copper, but I'm sure it's orichalcum”

“Ori-what now?” Midway asked, not recognizing the word.

“Orichalcum.” Astra repeated. “It's a magic resistant metal that's commonly used in making magic suppressing rings for unicorn, magic resistant locks, and spark battery casings.”

Memories of her father returned to Astra, of him teaching her about magic and magical artifacts.

Midway raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you can read?” He then passed her the clipboard that held the manifesto. “Tell me, do you see anything else wrong here?”

It was a hunch, but if Astra was more then she let on, it could increase her value a lot. Reading alone elevated any slave to a personal assistant, which sold a lot more than a sex slave dose.

Levitating the clipboard, Astra flipped through the pages in a blink of an eye. “Well the spelling and grammar are bad, real bad, and I don't think the ponies here even know what half the stuff they have is. Most of it is useless, I think, just regular rocks, but the glittering sand looks like crushed gemstones, the copper is orichalcum, and their cave mushrooms look like radiation absorbing mushrooms.”

“Are you sure?” Midway further asked, and Astra nodded. “And if I get those three, what are they worth?”

Astra shrugged, “don't know, but the sand and orichalcum can be used to make crude spark batteries, and the mushrooms into a rad-away potion.”

Midway thought about it, and those were in-demand items, and sold for a lot. But not the raw materials as far as he knew. “Can you make them?”

“Only the potion, but I know how the spark batteries were made.” She told him.

It wasn't much, but it could net him far more than whoring out Astra could have if he played his cards right. Actually, not only could Astra read, but she seemed very intelligent, more intelligent then maybe the common wastelander. But she could just be fucking with him, not the first time a mare tricked him into dropping his guard.

Still, if she was right, Midway might still make a good profit this year. “Alright, I'll trust you, and if you're right on this… I might keep ya around.” It was stupid trusting what was just an empty headed whore nearly a month ago, but a merchant never makes it big by not taking risks.

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To Midway's pleasant shock, Astra's had been right, and Friendship City was more than willing to buy the raw materials. Turns out they needed the crushed gemstones and orichalcum for their generator, and radiation storms had been more common lately, so radiation medicine had gone up in value. Along with the junk, so Midway had made enough to wait out the winter in comfort and still have enough caps to get back to business on a high note.

Midway also managed to avoid having to bribe anypony more than normal by claiming Astra as his wife. Fortunately, as Astra became more comfortable, she started losing some of the habits she had as a slave, even healing up enough that nopony could see any scars common for slaves on her. Though she still gave the inpecter a blow job to avoid any pressing questions, and give a promise for a visit later, but that was just business. For everypony else, Astra was just an overly affectionate wife with wide hips and dick sucking lips, a prize for anypony to have as a wife.

And so, Midway had unloaded his cart, and booked their home for the next few months. They needed room for the baby, and any potential visitors, but Midway was sure he didn't need to whore Astra out with the daps he made. Anyways, keeping her all to himself waa sounds better every day.

. . . Six months later. . .

Midway wondered where he had gone wrong, in what way had he fucked up, but he knew he had made the the number one error, don't get attached!

Astra smirked as she held her sleeping daughter, sitting on her husband's lap, cock deep inside of her. “Oh come in now, you know it was bound to happen. We fuck every day.”

He couldn't resist her, not anymore, and now she got him by the balls, figuratively and literally. “But are you sure?”

“Middy, you know I'm not stupid, and I know when I'm pregnant, and you're the only dick I let in this hole.” Astra then moved her hips in the way to squeeze his dick, forcing him to climax. “You're going to be a father, no doubt about it.”

Midway really didn't know what to say or do. He had only planned on keeping Astra as an apprentice, maybe a partner. But she kept up the marriage lie even after leaving Friendship City, and he let her. Now he was thinking that it wasn't so bad. But with another mouth to feed on its way, they needed to step up their game. Fortunately Astra was real smart, and took to the merchant life better than he could have guessed. She just had him by the balls how.

Well Astra was beautiful, so it wasn't all that bad.

Ch 20 Flask Shaker's depraved journey, End.

To Flask's surprise, not many ghouls wanted to leave, but they were glad to learn about how to turn off the bomb collars. It turned out that they were planning to take over the mine itself, in a few generations, after the cult nationally died off or got killed by the wasteland. A grim, but understandable train of thought.

Most of the ghouls from her old community had joined Flask, along with Gecko, liking the idea of their own community again, without the bomb collars. So, as they trotted, Flask told her story.

“Seriously, the Rippers! Damn Copper to Tartarus, damn him all the way down. If only I wasn't stuck in that mine.” Cast Iron growled.

“It's okay now, they're all dead.” Flask told him.

Cask raised his one existing eyebrow. “How, and who?”

With a smile and a wink, Flask explained what had happened. A lot of bad memories returned of her being the clan whore, and how she had to let them fuck her dally. She didn't go into detail about that, but her being compliant with them to avoid the worst was enough for them to understand what happened to her. It did let her slowly poison the Rippers, making them addicted to her, along with how she carefully killed their medicine mare and her appearance to take over their role.

Flask then mentioned her and Cast Iron's daughter, Centrifuge.

“D… Daughter? That can't be right, ghouls are sterile, how are you sure?” Cast asked in pure doubt with a hint of hope.

“She's got your eyes, and is like a living ghoul. Actually, I think radiation heals her, even makes her eyes glow like yours.” Flask told him.

Cast still looked skeptical, but not as doubtful now. Then he sighed. “Even if she's not mine… a foal needs a father.” Flask had gotten him out of that mine, so even if it was a raider foal, he would at least help it become a civilized pony.

Flask felt a little hurt by that, but she did understand. After all, she was lucky to not have been impregnated by the raiders like the other mares had. And like he said, ghouls were serial, or so everypony thought.

She then went and told him how the Rippers met their end. How she teamed up with Ghost, the intelligent mutant Cragiclaw, and rescued Centrifuge. It was a rather grotesque story, but Flask felt it was best to be honest, including her experiments on the raiders, but left out about her birthing hybrid twins. Everypony was shocked to hear, even Hanna, but none were sympathetic to the raiders.

“And you're sure it's safe?” One ghoul asked.

“Other than Ghost, all the Cragiclaws have left. The biggest danger is the radiation, it's the main reason I left, as we were all going to need rad-away at some point.” I informed them, an issue the ghouls didn’t need to worry about.

“That's when I picked up Hanna, even found my sister. Oh and Coppers dead now.” I said with a smile. “He was hiding out with a band of raiders, and I got your location from him, before I decapitated him.”

Cast Iron looked somber for a long moment. “That horrendous fool. Not a day went by that I didn't think about strangling him. And I once thought of him as my best friend too. Thank you Flask, as horrible as it is, thank you for killing him for us. We don't know if that evil was always in him, or if the radiation had affected his brain, but he needed to be put down.”

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The journey was long, but with a single destination in mind, they made good time. Whenever they needed to restock, Flask, Gecko, and Hanna went to a local settlement to trade. Though with a much larger group, it was much harder to get what they needed, but between their individual skills, it wasn't hard to scrape out the bare minimum.

Though Flask and Gecko had to provide a bit extra at one stop, using their bodies as currency for what they needed. A rather common accordance in the wasteland, but one Flask hoped not to have to do. Gecko on the other hoof was fine with the idea of prostitution, not that she enjoyed it, but that she just accepted it for what it was.

Eventually they got to the Talon compound, where Hanna's contract came to an end. Flask offered for Hanna to join her, but the griffin was a talon through and through, and her place was with her own kind. Though she did say she'd miss them.

“So this is the ghoul!” Bunsen said in shock. “He's… well, not that ghoulish?” Flask's sister inspected Cast Iron, looking rather impressed, though still somewhat disturbed. “You can almost dismiss his appearance for a skin condition.”

Cast let out a sigh. “I used to look a lot better too. But eventually it's all going to, you know, rot away.”

“A right same too. You must have been quite the stud before… you know.” Bunsen said, poking his chest playfully.

“You know it, I was the second most popular stallion in my community, until the radiation leak.” Cast boosted before glancing over at Flask suspiciously. “She's definitely your sister, you both got those hungry eyes.”

Flask and Bunsen looked at each other and giggled.

“Say, Bunsen, you want to return with me. I know it's…” Flask began to ask, only to be interrupted by a hug from her sister.

“Say no more, it's time I left anyways.” Bunsen told her sister with a hint of desperation in her voice.

“What about Harris?” Flask asked her little sister.

She let out a long sigh. “He's… not going to be happy about it, but it's not safe for me here… turns out I've pissed off a lot of hens, and Harris got a big contract coming up. One way or another, I'll be gone by the time he gets back.”

Flask didn't need her sister to spell it out, and she wasn't all that surprised. “Well, we're heading out in the morning… go have fun until then.”

They shared another hug before parting ways. For Flask It was good to know that she was going to have her sister again, and who knows, maybe they can find her a new stallion. But right now they had a safe place to sleep, and some privacy. Gecko had already trotted off to spend the night with Hanna, and Flask made sure she had her own private room too.

Taking Cast with her, the two shared a meal together. “It's nice having a proper roof again.” Cast said.

“Even better once were at my place… though it needs a lot of work.” Flask told him as she fluttered her eyes.

“Say Flask,” he said nervously. “You really shouldn't get your hopes up… about me. I may still look… fresh, but after these two years and a half, I'm not.”

She took a deep breath, worried about this exact thing. “I was worried about that too.”

“Sorry, but it was inevitable that my… you know what would stop working.” He admitted.

“It's fine.” Flask then trotted over to her bag, bending down and shaking her rear as she pulled out a vile. “Drink this!” She said, shoving the potion into his muzzle.

Forced to drink the sickly sweet liquid, a wave of energy washed over Cast, energy he hadn't felt in a long time, along with an erection. “H… how?” He asked in shocked astonishment, it had been so long since he had an erection that it actually hurt a little.

“Been experimenting with aphrodisiacs, and an odd plant grows near where I live, real potent stuff.” Flask said as she studied Cast's cock. To her relief it was still intact, so she was sure it was safe for him to use it. “It's actually a bit too potent and makes a pony extremely fertile.”

Cast raised an eyebrow at that. “How fertile?”

Flask let out a sigh. “The reason why I had to wait so long before looking for you was because I got pregnant because of the prototype.” awkwardly smiling at him, she then admitted, “Not the raiders fortunately, I made sure of that, but with the mutant… I got two hybrid foals waiting for me along with your daughter.”

This took Cast aback, still unsure about him being a father. Then Flask drank the rest of the potion, surprising him as she kissed him on the lips. “I know it's dumb, but let's test if it works on ghouls too.”

It was probably because he was a ghoul and she wasn't, but Flask already looked drunk, and he was sure there were hearts in her eyes, while he was still sober. Well, mostly sober. Kissing her back, Cast Iron had so many questions, but all that could wait until he emptied his blue balls, nothing else mattered at that moment.

Pushed back, Cast let Flask sit on his face as she began jacking him off and licking his member, Cast himself getting to work licking. Both ponies, due to the potion, were extra sensitive and both quickly began getting covered in the others fluids. Flask rocked hip as took all of Cast deep in her throat, her body quivering for more.

When she couldn't hold back any more, Flask crawled forward and Cast grabbed on her hips forcefully, cock twitching for more. He was like a beast now, and he was going to devour her until he was satisfied. No elegance, no warm embrace, no sense of shame or inhibitions, just cardinal pleasure of vicious fucking of lovers.

Flask needed this so much.

And when she felt his hot irradiated cum enter her, it caused her to climax. Nothing had felt as good as Cast Iron, and Flask was sure of that now. Even if she wasn't tight like her first time with him, he still felt good in her. And as he continued to pump his seed into her, Flask couldn't help but moan out, “Impregnate me again!” The thought of it only made her even more horny.

. . .

As morning came, Flask never felt so sore in her life. Oh the raiders left her limp some days, but none of that was fun, just a painful chore she had to suffer. Ghost too left her hips dislocated in a good way, but he was too cold blooded to comfort her. But this soreness felt good, a deep satisfying sourness she would never regret. And the after sex cuddling soothed her soul.

“So that's why you made that crap.” Hanna said as she loomed over Flask and Cast, a disheveled Gecko behind her.

“I might have some more if you want it?” Flask offered.

Disgust formed on the griffin's face. “Fuck no, it made me strait once, and I still have nightmares about it.” Hanna wasn't quite lying, as she did have dreams about getting railed like that, and though she disliked that it was with a stallion, she very much enjoyed the dream.

“Could I try it?” Gecko asked.

Flask tossed the nearly empty potion to the blind mare, not really giving a shit, and a bit curious if she was willing to help in her experiments. “go for it.”

Before Hanna could stop her, Gecko drank the last sip of it. “Oh wow, this is sweet.”

Hanna slapped her claw to her face. “What the fuck is wrong with you ponies?”

As Gecko's face began to blush, Flask let out a laugh. “Probably because we're crazy.”

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After several more days, they finally made it back home. The ruined raider base did leave a lot to be desired, but it was far enough away from everything to be safe from most of the wasteland. Fortunately much of the raider decorations had long since been burnt or buried, so other than crudely drawn on tents, it was a halfway decent place.

Flintknife had been waiting for them, having seen them coming miles off, the large tribal mare grinning at Flask as she trotted over. “So you did it!”

Flask smiled back, “Got the mushrooms, revenge, and the pony I was looking for.”

Giving Flask a big hug, Flintknife lifted her off the ground. “That's wonderful news! Now the foals don't have to worry!”

Letting her go, Flask was then able to introduce Flintknife to the others, “this is my friend, and the chieftain's wife.”

“The chieftain? You mean the big old mutant you told us about, Ghost, right?” Bunsen asked.

Flask nodded. “We just call him that because he's big and protects the area. I'm sure you all will get along just fine.”

Entering the encampment, Flask heard the squeaky voice of her little daughter. “M…mommy!” looking over, the small filly clumsily trotted over, and was scooped up by Flask, who gave her a tight and long hug.

“I'm back, and I'm not going anywhere again.” She told Centrifuge, then presented her to Cast Iron. “And look, I found your daddy!”

Cast looked at the small filly, both confused and shocked. She looked like a small Flask Shaker, but with purple eyes, the same eyes he still had for now. The same freckles as him, and even the same purple highlights in her mane. “Shes… shes… my daughter!” Tears welled up in Cast Iron’s eyes as he gently took the filly, hugging her. “I'm… a father!”

Flask patted him on the shoulder, a sense of completion filling her. Something she once thought she'd never have, a family of her own, though as abnormal as it was, it was hers.

And if her research was correct, by giving Cast and herself that potion, their family would grow by at least one more. But she'd have to wait a bit to find that out.

Ch, 21, Ritual.

She was almost there, just one more thrust and squeeze and there it was, climax. The stallion collapsed from under her, letting out his load, and was finally freed from the mare's death grip by hips. Finally satisfied, she got up and looked around at the room of passed out stallions. She still had the energy for another round or two, but the stallions clearly didn't.

Another mare poked her head into the tent, looking rather disappointed. “You do know your sister calling you a slut isn't a challenge, Centrifuge.”

Centrifuge sighed as she trotted over the stallions, finding a cloth to clean her and her glasses. “Ya ya, fuck you to, Obsidian.”

Obsidian blew a raspberry at her best friend, teasing her with a “Not making that mistake again!” she then trotted in, observing the damage. “But seriously, not even your mom has this kind of stamina, and she's the mother of sluts.”

Flicking a bit of cum at her friend, Centrifuge grumbled. “Please don't call her that.”

“But Miss Flask Shaker is your mother.” Centrifuge then glared at her. “Okay, okay, no more slut jokes. But seriously, why did you fuck all of the stallions, I mean, I had my eye on the one over there, but I don't think he will have the energy for it before they leave.”

“Oh, right. Sorry about that.” Centrifuge apologized.

Obsidian shrugged. “It's fine, he looks a bit short in the cock anyways. Now let's get going before your mom finds out about this. We can go by the stream on our way back.”

Following her friend, Centrifuge trotted out of the caravan camp, blowing a kiss at one of the Stallions before dipping down the valley. There, one of Obsidian's sisters was waiting for her, a cargiclaw pony hybrid by the name of Ruby.

“Ha! I knew it, you snuck off to see the stallions again!” Ruby said accusingly, pointing a claw at her sister.

“No, Centrifuge snuck off to fuck the stallions, I'm just collecting her.” Obsidian told her.

Ruby clammed up at the admission. “F… fu?”

Jumping into the stream, Centrifuge decided to tease the tribe's little princess, caressing the younger mare's side with her hip. Though she had fur, Ruby also had crystal scales under them, making her side a bit hard to the touch “If you want. Next time you can join us.”

She glared back. “N.. no way.. you… whore!”

Centrifuge splashed a bit of water at her before taking a dip to clean off the rest of the stallion spunk. “Suit yourself, but your going to need to find a suitor soon, and that will involve fucking.”

Shaking the water off, Centrifuge's mane puffed up, nearly covering her entire face. Leaving it as it is, since her mane was just a pain in the ass to even try and tame, they left Ruby in the water and trotted up the trail back home.

There several ponies were standing about outside the medicine tent, many getting looked at by auntie Bunsen and Gecko, preparing them for the ceremony. Ponies came from all around for healing, believing that we were blessed by sacred beasts, and had healing powers. All just theater, but not entirely wrong. The sacred beast was just Uncle Ghost, a smart mutant cagigator, who's sacred cave has a laboratory inside. Centrifuge's aunt and mother made potent medicine and chems in that lab, which they would either sell, or use in the rituals. The hybrids like Ruby generally stay out of sight, but as children of the sacred beast, sometimes take part of the ritual for added flare.

Sneaking to the medicine mare tent, to Centrifuge's annoyance, her mother was there waiting for her. “You just couldn't keep a lid on it, could you?” Flask Shaker said accusingly, she dressed up for the big group ritual, and was very visibly pregnant.

Flask was a bonafede broodmare of the tribe, having eight foals now despite becoming an old mare, with the ninth likely being her last. Centrifuge didn't mind, as she loved her brothers and sisters, but she wished her mother would just stop drinking that aphrodisiac fertility potion.

“Wh… what?” Centrifuge attempted to play ignorant.

Flask rolled her eyes. “Don't what me, you have, I went stallion hunting all over your face.” she then sighed. “We'll talk about this later, just please tell me you used a contraceptive potion first?”

Centrifuge scoffed at that. “Mom, I'm not some broodmare like you!”

Flask let out an annoyed huff at her eldest daughter as she aggressively applying the paint to Centrifuge's face. “Unlike you, I don't go fucking strangers, and whenever your father impregnates me, it's a blessing.”

“First off, ew.” Centrifuge said as she sat very still. “And second, he needs drugs to even get in the mood now. Seriously, I worry about you both.”

“For a ghoul, I think he's remarkably well put together.” Obsidian commented

“Thanks Obsidian, unfortunately we still don't know why he hasn't fallen apart like other ghouls here, but I like to think it's love.” Flask said as she finished painting her daughter's face, and grabbed the ceremonial robes. “That said, maybe it's time you find a husband, Jasper dose have a thing for you, despite your… eccentricities.”

“Jaspers a cuck mom, he likes me because I fuck other ponies. If I was going to take a husband, they're going to need a backbone first.” Centrifuge complained. For her he was a good fuck, but the fact he wasn't possessive at all was a big turn off for her.

Obsidian let out a sigh, “I know what you mean. The poor bastard got no game despite having such a rocking body. Still, worth a shot if nopony else is available.”

Both Flask and Centrifuge glanced at Obsidian, knowing that if Jasper even tried, he'd easily get Obsidian as his mare.

Centrifuge let herself be dressed like a little filly, letting out a sigh as her mother fussed. “Why must I lead the ceremony, can't Auntie do it again?”

“Bunsen and I has done the main ceremony too much lately, and we can't have either of us overdosing. Unlike the rest of us, you're resistant, and you know how to brahmanshit ponies.” Flask explained as she did the last touches on Centrifuge, making her daughter look the part of a mystical oracle. “And frankly, if Bunsen and I keep doing it, we're going to become irreversibly addicted.”

“Then why do this anyways?” Centrifuge asked. “I mean, now that the sun's out and the radiation's gone, we don't have to live here anymore.”

“Oh, I heard there's plenty of land up north, so long as you pay tribute to the ganggers.” Obsidian suggested.

Flask thought about it for a moment and shrugged. “Maybe, Flintknife has mentioned that the raiders and scavengers have been getting more bold lately. With the radiation gone, it's easier for them to get around these parts. But we can talk about this later, you need to go to the seers tent before our honored guest gets there.”

Pushed out, Centrifuge quickly trotted off to one of the more decorated tents. A guard station of their guests saw her, so Centrifuge spent a bit extra time wiggling her flank at him, and he clearly liked what he saw.

Inside the dimly lit tent was Centrifuge's little sister Crucible, and Gecko's daughter Tremper, both getting the chems in the air just right. Both were like her, having ghouls for parents, so the light amount of chems didn't affect them much, nor did the darkness.

Crucible resembled her father more, and lacked the same outgoing nature as Centrifuge, making them near exact opposites. Tremper was a near complete albino, all white with golden highlights and eyes. To Crucible's annoyance, Tremper was like an introverted version of Centrifuge, even looking up to Centrifuge for advice, despite still being a virgin.

“Sis, thank Celstia you're here, our guess will be here any minute!” Crucible said in mild panic, “Please tell me you haven't been sneaking moms pipe?”

As much as Flask denied it, she and her sister were very much functioning addicts, and everypony knew it, but never said it to their faces. And frankly, they were terrifying when sober, so everypony let them stay high. Centrifuge also liked to sneak her mothers concoctions too, but they were always too weak for her to really get high, unless she upped the doses.

Centrifuge rolled her eyes at her sister. “No I'm not fucking high right now, now you both git, before I slap your cunts.”

“Ew.” Tremper and Crucible said before trotting off, Tremper giving Centrifuge a knowing nod as she left.

Truthfully, Centrifuge didn't know what to do with Tremper, other than helping her have a good first time, as weird as it sounded. She at least got permission from their mothers over it, so once she's older, Centrifuge would have an apprentice in stallion hunting, as weird as that sounded.

Getting into position, and smelling the chem that saturated the air, though not enough to affect her in any significant amount, a normal pony was going to have a real fun time here. It wasn't enough to give a pony a full blown trip, but they were going to see and feel things, which was the point. Ponies believed they will get some spiritual guidance through this, and some sort of blessing, though what blessing, Centrifuge forgot to ask. But the two most common were blessings for strength in battle or blessing for fertility.

So when a young and beautiful mare trotted in, Centrifuge was sure it was a fertility ritual that was requested. Though the smell of the chems didn't quite feel right, like it was a mix of both.

The mare herself was rather well dressed, being furs and colorfully quilted materials, along with a decorated large revolver, all looking very new and smelled of black powder. It screamed Bandit clan to Centrifuge, as they were the few groups that actively made black powder guns. Something else about her was also odd and familiar, that she had a green glow in her eyes.

They were alike, Centrifuge was sure of it.

That also meant she wasn't high at all, not a damn bit. “Seriously, you know it ruins our whole setup if the chems can't take effect.”

The mare smiled, showing off a few naturally pointed teeth. “So you're a waste pony too, not many of us so far outside the nopony lands. Well, what used to be the nopony land.”

Letting out a sigh, Centrifuge sat back in an unladylike fashion, practically showing off all her goods to the mare. “So that's what we are called, mom just called us living ghouls. That aside, I still got to give ya a blessing, just that is hard without you being high and such. So, which blessing are you seeking?”

“War and fertility.” She answered. “Since the Gardens of Equestria stripped away the protection of the radiation, raiders and scavengers have been invading our territory. My clan can fight them, but it's only a matter of time until we are whittled down to nothing. So we're heading north to Desperados territory, and will be joining one of their chapters. I’ll be joining the chapter leader harem, and we'll be offering him a hundred scalps of the invaders as a show of our worth.”

That was rather heavy to Centrifuge, and very bad ass. It also explained why she needed both. Though to her, it was a shame, as she was very cute, and small for a bandit mare. Also her type when it came to mares. Big strong stallions all the way, but with mares, small and meek was her thing.

Still, she was a bandit, and probably could easily kill her with one hoof.

“I can sympathize with your plight.” Centrifuge told the mare as she got up and trotted to the infuser, pulling out two jars of chem infused oils from a nearby basket. “It's become a problem for us as well, and we too might have to leave these lands if it gets worse.” Pouring a bit of oil into the water filled clay bowl, and adding more charcoal to up the fire, the chem became thicker in the air. Centrifuge was sure she was going to need to add enough chems to kill a normal pony for it to work, but at least she'll have fun too. “Now I'm not that good at getting my measurements right, and might get a bit… physical.”

The mare gently removed her fur cloak, showing off her small, but very toned frame. “My union with the Desperados is purely political, but if I had to choose, I'd fancy a mare like you over a stallion.” She licked her lips at Centrifuge, then said. “Names Snakebite, of the Diamond Ridge Clan.”

“C… Centrifuge.” She told Snakebite, feeling a bit intimidated by her as she added the other chem to the bowl and a bit more coal to ensure the chems were properly infused. Centrifuge's head was already feeling a bit light from it, which was a good and bad thing.

Trotting back over to the mare, she picked up a jar of “ceremonial” paint.

“I mark you as a warrior, may strength and… you know… victory finds you.” Centrifuge tried to remember the lines as she applied the paint to the mare, but her head was starting to swim a bit, and vision blur. “And may you… have many foals… ya, just do a lot of fucking, and your good. If that doesn't work, my mother can make you a potion for it.” she said, giving up on making it correct as she applied more paint to her.

It was all part of the show, but Centrifuge would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it.

The chems were starting to affect Snakebite as well, making it hard for her to concentrate. “Fucking… easy enough.” She huffed as she reached up and caressed Centrifuge's cheek. “I'd start with you though.”

Centrifuge knew this was going to lead to trouble, but Snakebite was too damn hot to not fuck.

Kissing, Centrifuge was pleasantly surprised when Snakebite shoved her tongue in Centrifuge's mouth. The two then fought for dominance with their tongues, both having piercings that acted like ceremonial weapons, clashing one on the other. Though Snakebite was strong, Centrifuge had a higher resistance to the chems, and skill, so quickly got the upper hoof.

Pushing the smaller mare on her back, Centrifuge had to pause as Snakebite had sizable tits for her actual size, not massive, but lots bigger than her own. So Centrifuge applied paint to them, playing with the mare as she did. She very much enjoyed the slap sound the tits could make before playing with the nipple rings Snakebite had with her mouth.

Centrifuge was sure she had the same low sensitivity as she had, as just like her, Snakebite had pierced genitals, though unlike her, Snakebite didn't look like she got much action, not that it mattered to her. “So, how many partners have you had?” She asked Snakebite.

The bandit blushed and looked away.

This put a wide smile on Centrifuge's face. “Are you a virgin?”

Snakebite blushed even harder.

Now there was no way Centrifuge was going to pass this up. Crawling on top of the mare, smearing more paint on her, she sat tit to tit, cunt to cunt. “Piercings like this is a sign of an experienced mare, didn't you know?”

The mare hid her eyes, looking a bit ashamed. “My sister said it would help when I meet my husband.”

That got Centrifuge to sigh, not unsympathetic to the situation. Half the time if she didn't have piercings in, she hardly felt much pleasure. It would have been a disaster for her to act like a dead fish for her first time, for both of them. “It certainly will, but let me teach you a few… tricks. You might not be that interested in stallions, but you're going to want yours wrapped around your hooves, right.”

Snakebite nodded. “To ensure my clan's survival, I must do this, so please, teach me.”

Centrifuge knew that if anypony could teach her some real tricks in sex, it was Auntie Bunsen, but right now, she really wanted to show her what she knew. Rotating her hips, Centrifuge made sure to play thoroughly with the mares tits, doing her best to get the two of them off. “Rule one, always have fun, even if the stallion’s not that good, if you're enjoying yourself, they are too.”

Snakebite let out a moan to Centrifuge's enjoyment.

As they continued to rub up on eachother, they began to hallucinate, though Centrifuge was able to keep it under control. Snakebite on the other hoof was mentally drifting off, the mare finding more energy to move her own hips. With a loud moan, Centrifuge finally climaxed, with Snakebite having done so twice. So Centrifuge moved, getting the both of the cunt to mouth for a more relaxed time as they worked off the chems.

Fortunately they had a few hours until anypony checked on them, so as not to disrupt the “ritual.” Giving Centrifuge plenty of time teaching this mare's body in the ways of pleasure.

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Fortunately the chems burnt away quickly, with any lingering chems drifting through the now open air vent in the tent. Both Centrifuge and Snakebite were completely covered in the paint, both looking like different ponies from it, which helped with the idea of the blessing. Though Centrifuge made sure to leave hoofprints on Snakebite's tits and ass, even if it wasn't necessary.

As they left the tent, it was already sunset, meaning that her clan was likely going to stick around for the night. Not a problem for her tribe, and gave Obsidian another chance at scoring a stallion. Peeking not far off was Tremper and Crucible, likely having snuck a peek at the ritual, and as prude as Crucible was, she was still very much her sister. Tremper on the other hoof gave a knowing nod, and Centrifuge winked back. She was still young, but Centrifuge was definitely taking that mare under her proverbial wing.

Reaching the border of the ritual area, a group of ponies waited for them, likely the important ponies of the Diamond Ridge Clan, of which, many were waste ponies like herself. But now wasn't the time to speculate about others just like herself, it was time for Snakebite to give her speech.

The thoroughly painted mare trotted forth, chest out with pride. “We have been given our blessing, for lord Ghost, king of the mountain, has seen us worthy. Strike down those who invade our home, drive fear into their souls, and make them tell stories of us for generations. But once that has been achieved, we must leave, we must seek new life elsewhere. Until the day comes that the outsiders lose interest and leave these mountains, we will live in the grand prairie, grow our numbers, and forge alliances. And if the outsiders refuse to leave, we will return and make them leave.”

A cheer came from the bandit clan, it filled with a somber hope, and plenty of bloodlust. Centrifuge understood completely, as there was no way their clan could win out against the wasteland. Over time they would be grinded down to nothing, the survivors absorbed by other groups, or just going raider, ending their history. At least with this plan their clan can survive, possibly return to their home one day.

Centrifuge also worried for her own family, and what currently threatened the Bandit clan would one day turn on them. Ghost was just another mutant to the rest of the wasteland, same for his foals, including her brother and sister. And the rest of them, they were too far out to have protection from the slavers, so it would be inevitable that one day they too would become targeted.

Still, Flask and Bunsen were smart mares, very smart. And Centrifuge knew they must have a plan. So she shoved her worries to the back of her mind, and whispered to Snakebite. “If you're spending the night here, why not spend it in my tent.”

The smaller mare smiled at her. “I was planning too.”

Ch, 22, Gunpowder Blues, Part 3

Nagi let out a soft moan as she nuzzled Zaylee, the two embracing each other as they settled in for the night. Of course, they would have some fun first, and Nagi wouldn't have it any other way.

After taking out the Gator Gangers, to Nagi's joy, Zaylee stuck with her, not that the Zebra had anywhere to go, as the gangers had burnt down her home before taking her captive. What Nagi didn't expect, and to her good fortune, was that Zaylee was rather good with machines, really good with machines. By letting the Zebral tinker, she had doubled the gunpowder production by getting a few of the busted robots working. And now they had enough gunpowder to sell that they were set for all of winter. Nagi even considered returning to gunsmithing since she could afford new tools and materials.

But the thing Nagi was the happiest about was that Zaylee was into mares. She'd dropped a few hints occasionally, but Zaylee had not picked them up. It was likely because she was being too subtle, or so Nagi thought, but after a few drinks, Zaylee opened up, sharing her feelings and her interest in Nagi too.

Nagi did feel bad about how Zaylee lost her family twice, her original parents to a plague and then the ponies who raised her to the Gator Gangers. She could empathize, having lost her own parents to the Wasteland, too, and raising her sister all on her own. Some of the things Nagi had to do just for clean food and water she wasn't proud of, but that was all in the past, and now it was the same for Zaylee.

Pressing her body onto her Zebra lover and rubbing their nipples together, Nagi drooled a bit as she looked down at Zaylee. She half felt it was worth what she went through to have such a beautiful mare all to herself, but a bit of her in the back of her mind still hated that night. Rocking her hips to press her clit to Zaylee's, Nagi couldn't help but feel more excited. Doing this also helped her not think about it, those stallions having their turn, cock in her ass and mouth one after another. And how she let herself enjoy it.

Rubbing more vigorously, the sound of Zaylee moaning only made Nagi more excited. It sounded like her own when the helmeted stallion fucked her mad and filled her up. But tonight, she was the stallion, and Zaylee was Nagi. And as she moved her hips faster and faster, she came closer and closer to climaxing.

But Nagi stopped. She… couldn't finish. Zaylee had held Nagi with a satisfied look on her face. And for Nagi, that was good enough. Since that night, she couldn't bring herself to completion. Not like before, and she hated letting those stallions affect her like this. Holding Zaylee, she let her lover's heartbeat slowly soothe her to sleep.

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Business went smoothly enough, as gunpowder was always in demand, especially when gunsmiths were in the area. Nagi thought about going all the way to Fillydelphia, as Redeye paid top cap for the stuff, but she was worried about Zaylee being so close to that place. As much as Redeye civilized the slavers there, she still got a bad feeling whenever she did business with them.

Even when she hid her wings, the ponies in Fillydelphia always looked at her like a piece of meat, likely looking for a reason to accuse her of something and make her a personal slave. It's happened before, but being a powder merchant gave her a few friends in high places, such as the Gunrunners, and pissed them off. You piss off every Talon for a hundred miles around. But Zaylee would not have the same protection, and Zebras were just as rare as bat ponies like her.

That's why Nagi liked doing business in Ursas Rest. Though it was a Slaver Hub like Fillydelphia, the ponies here were far more strict with the rules. That and the Talons had much more power here, so they were more willing to cover their protection over Nagi to Zaylee.

*Slap*

Nagi held back, kicking the Griffin behind her as the talons laughed. They were messing with her; she knew it, but the pain in her flank was annoying. "Seriously, go to the Showroom if you want to do that!" Nagi complaint.

The griffon shrugged. “But you're here, so why not try a bit of griffon meat like last time?”

"Last time was with your boss. So where is she? Does she knows you're trying to fuck her ex?" Nagi said with her chest puffed out.

“Out on a mission, a new raider gang formed again, and they're getting a big head on themselves.” He explained. “Anyways, I’ll tell her she just missed ya. And if you ever decide to stop being a dyke, my door is always open.”

"Go fuck yourself," Nagi said playfully. "And with a rusty spike"

The talons laughed before taking the gunpowder with them, leaving Nagi with many caps and a few promissory notes. The notes were for buying food and water for winter.

“Um…. what was that?” Zaylee asked meekly.

Nagi had to remind herself that her zebra lover wasn't used to this stuff. "You mean the Talons? They're just like that."

“But being so brazen about… that? And an Ex?” she further asked.

“Well they go out and fight alot, so you never know when one will never come back. It makes them rather… forceful in their joking.” Nagi tried to explain. “And I also had a short fling with one of their lieutenants, but she and I didn’t work out in the end.”

Zaylee frowned at Nagi. "It also sounded like they really wanted to fuck you as well."

Unfortunately, Nagi couldn't deny that. "Well… ya, they would if I ever let them. Fuck, if it wasn't for my ex, it might have happened after I had too much to drink." Zaylee looked shocked at that, "It's fine, it's fine. But I did get a serious chewing out for being drunk around a flock of Talon recruits."

A sigh escaped from Zaylees lips. "That's good to know. It's just that… I've felt like eyes have been on me since we arrived, and I'm not used to it."

"Oh, they certainly are," Nagi said matter-of-factly. "Not many Zebras pass through here, and even fewer who aren't slaves. So you're a very rare sight indeed. But don't worry; word has probably already gotten around that you’re friends with me, and I'm friends with the Talons, so nobody will dare to touch you."

“Are you really sure?” She asked.

Nagi rolled her eyes and gave her a bag of caps. "I'm sure. Now, why don't you go and have fun at the Casino? I have some other business to deal with."

"If you insist," Zaylee said as she took the bag. "I did want to explore this place; I've never seen anything like it."

"E'yep." Nagi went as she looked at the giant teddy bear that made up the front of Ursas Den Casino. "Still, be careful. Nopony will touch you, but that won't stop them from being annoying."

As Zaylee left, Nagi rubbed her bruised flank. "Those fuckers, why do they always do? They always hit on me whenever we meet."

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The lights and sound were almost overwhelming for Zaylee, but at the same time, she couldn't help but enjoy the atmosphere. She was used to rusty old-world tech or whatever her parents could bang together to get working. But here, the old tech didn't just work; it was well-maintained. She couldn't even find rust on anything with how well it was cared for.

She even tried a few of the slot matches, but all it did was eat her chip and spin three wheels, not giving anything back. She pulled the lever several times, winning once and only getting back half of what she lost.

Though boring to play with, Zaylee wanted to see how it worked inside, and the need to know was killing her. But she wasn't dumb enough to take it apart, so she ordered another drink instead.

It had been long since she got a proper drink, not since the Gator gangers destroyed her home. Her parents were not fond of alcohol or some of her friends, so Zaylee always had to sneak out to go hang with them. And she understood why, with how wild some of them got. But she always kept some control of herself when hanging out, even when joining in on some of the wild stuff. They were fond memories for her, dressing up, getting drunk, shooting guns. Ya, she did lose her virginity like her parents thought would happen, and the nest of rad roaches scared the shit out of her, but they were all good ponies.

They didn’t deserve to die. Not her friends, not her parents, not the village.

Zaylee finished her drink, feeling a little lonely. Nagi was good company, but being with her only made her feel guilty. Seeing what the Gator gangers did to her and pretending to be ignorant of it was eating her up inside.

So she ordered another drink.

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Doctor Helga was a very well-respected retired talon medic who worked for Ursus Den. So, unless you were an employee, she was quite expensive to see. But Nagi had the caps and wanted to be sure that if something was wrong with her, it would be found out and cured.

Nagi hadn't been feeling well lately and was worried she had caught something. And with the only thing different having happened to her was the destruction of the Gator gangers, Nagi was concerned it was an STD.

The older griffin hen sternly looked at her. Helga's icy blue eyes were beautiful, and she was sure the old hen must have been quite the looker a long time ago. "Right, so you want a full medical checkup, is that right?"

"Yes, I'm not feeling well. It's nothing serious, but just consistent," Nagi admitted as she sat at the table.

"Alright, just sit still," Dr. Helga said as she jammed a device below Nagi's shoulder, and it quickly took her blood. “While I have my computer analyze the blood sample, you'll need to answer a few questions," she told Nagi before pulling the device out and spraying the extraction spot with a bit of healing potion.

"Like what? My favorite color, or how much I've made in caps?" Nagi joked.

Helga pulled out a notepad. “The test results are never perfect, so it helps to know what you’ve been up to for the last few months.” She explained. “Firstly, any known family history of illness or mutations. Or have you been in any hot zones lately?”

Nagi shook her head. "Not that I know of. I avoided all the known hot zones, and my parents were healthy as far as I know. If they had any defects or mutations, they both died before telling me about it."

The doctor scribbled on her notepad. "Okay, have you recently had any major injuries, been bitten by mutant animals or insects, eaten unsafe foods, or drank dirty water?"

Again, Nagi shook her head. "I'm rather good at avoiding a fight, and I make enough caps that I don't need to resort to dirty food and water. Though you never know if your food is truly clean, I still ensure it's cooked enough to kill any parasites."

"That's a good mindset to have out here. Still, it is smart to buy some anti-parasitic medication before you leave. The lab has difficulty detecting most of them, and a pony can be a host for years before finding out." Helga informed her, making Nagi a little sick thinking about it. "Now, have you been sexually active lately, and if so, how many partners and which hole?"

Nagi was stunned by that last question. She knew it was coming, but it still felt like a sucker punch. “I umm… you see…” She mumbled nervously.

Doctor Helga let out a sigh as she examined Nagi's face. "It's alright if you don't want to talk about it. Unfortunately, I have a lot of patients, male and female, who’ve been raped. I can just ask a yes or no question if that's alright." she suggested.

"It's… okay," Nagi said as her body lost strength. "It wasn't rape… well I guess it was. It would have been if I didn't let it happen," she admitted. "Stupid of me to let it happen, ya know."

The griffon didn't change her expression as she listened. "Calling yourself stupid for surviving is what stupid." She told Nagi. "It's the Wasteland, this shit happens. Survival always comes first; there's no shame in that. Tell me what happened; I've heard it all before."

Nagi believed her and began explaining what had happened to her at the Gator Ganger hideout. How she got found out, and how she let them use her, how he wanted to impregnate her. As she told the doctor, she began to cry, yet she was also starting to feel better, though only a bit. It felt good to not keep what happened to her bottled up.

“The worst of all… I enjoyed it. How do you fucking enjoy that!” Nagi said, feeling ashamed of herself.

"You'll need to find a psychologist for that answer," Doctor Helg said as she patted Nagi on the shoulder. "But like I said, I've heard it all before. Maybe it's just your body and mind's way of protecting yourself. You are here after all and not trapped as some sex slave, so I say you did good, better than good. They are dead, after all."

Nagi nodded. "Not all, but I got most of them," she said with a smile. "And if I had freaked out, I'd have failed. I hate that I had to let it happen, but at least I'm here and they're not."

The nearby terminal then beeped, and Docer Helga went over to it to check. "Alright, I have good news… and bad news. First off, you're quite healthy. There is some radiation, some traces of chemicals, and minor malnutrition, but that's all relatively normal. You don't have any illnesses or STDs, so there is no need for medical treatment."

“And the bad news?” Nagi asked.

Helga let out a long sigh. “Your hormonal levels are up, and I can only say one thing. You're pregnant.”

It felt like her world had just shattered. That stallion said he would leave her something in exchange for letting her destroy the hideout, but she had hoped she would get lucky, and nothing came of it. "C.. Can you get rid of it?"

Helga shook her head, "If your story is right, you're over two months in. Attempting to abort is near suicide with how poisonus it is, and only gets more dangerous the further along you are. Also, the materials for it take a while to gather and make into a potion."

Nagi slumped, feeling like she just got kicked in the gut. She could not keep this secret, not when it would eventually show.

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Zaylee felt very stupid and annoyingly sober, thanks to what the security pony gave her. Now, in a back office, Zaylee had to explain why she had completely deconstructed a slot machine, and all she could say was, "I was drunk! Please let me go."

A rather slender unicorn trotted in and looked at Zaylee before sighing. "Drunk or not, you just made a costly mistake. At least you didn't break anything, but the longer that machine isn't up, the longer it doesn't make us money. You understand?"

She nodded. "Just let me put it back together. Trust me, I know I can."

The mare rolled her eyes. "Even if you can, we can't trust the machine to work how it should. A bad machine will lose us more money than a broken machine, you see." She then sat on the table in front of Zaylee, showing off her long, slender legs. Now, how are you going to make up for the loss of sales?"

Something about the mare made it hard for Zaylee to look away. Ya, she swung both ways and found Nagi absolutely beautiful, but damn, was this mare the hottest mare she had ever seen. "I'm good with my hooves, working on machines and the like."

But the mare shook her head. "Zaylee, right? Worked for your adoptive parents in the old Red Racer shop on one of the backroads. A damn shame what happened there. Your parents gave us a good deal on repairs too. And now you work for Nagi, the Gunpowder merchant. Good to see her doing well for herself. I almost got her to work for me once, but she chose the Wasteland instead."

Nagi raised an eyebrow. “How… Do you know this?”

She fluttered her eyes. "Names Sparkling Delight, and my sister owns this Casino. I run the Red Light Showroom. It's my job to know who comes and who goes."

Zaylee didn’t know what the Showroom was, but she understood that this pony had a lot of power. “Okay, but why would you talk to me? This can’t be worth your time, right?”

"Normally, that would be true, and we'd just have you work in the back until you pay off the damages. Something that could take days, depending on the damage. Not to mention the damage to Nagi's reputation. My sister isn't the most forgiving pony and hates losing money you see." Sparkling Delight told her.

“S… sorry.” Zaylee stammered, now understanding the trouble she was going to be in. “Then what can I do to avoid that? I don’t want to hurt Nagi, not more than she already has been.”

Sparkling Delight uncrossed and crossed her legs, effectively flashing her cunt at Zaylee. "Well, we have a few ways, but most will take time and will catch my sister's and Nagi's attention. But if you were to, let's say, sign up for the Showroom for the night, then this incident can be brushed under the rug. I'll tell my sister that the slot machine went in for maintenance since you didn't break or lose any part of it.

Zaylee knew this was a setup, but she had fucked up, and Sparkling Delight had her by the tits. "Okay, I'll do it. But what about Nagi? She'll know I'm missing."

The mare smiled wide. "Oh, no worry about that; Nagi's used my services before; I know just the pony to keep her… entertained."

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Nagi needed to get her mind off the bad news, but she knew drinking it away wouldn't do much, and trying to sleep it off would only result in another nightmare. She also was getting worried that she was getting too used to the nightmare and drinking too much would call her on the wrong end of a stallion's dick.

Truthfully, Nagi didn't care that much—it's not like she could get double pregnant. So, nothing is stopping her from trying it on her own terms.

The thought twisted her gut, making her question her own sanity.

Needing to focus on something else, and looked for something to do, but nothing seemed to interest her. An employee suggested checking out the new escorts, which Nagi decided was a good idea, since they always knew how to get her in a good mood. She had tried to find Zaylee, but the Zebra were nowhere to be seen, and Nagi didn't feel like saying anything to her just yet.

To her surprise, there was a Zebra that was available in the Casino, though quite high priced. But Nagi had the caps and wasn't thinking much. The mare that trotted in looked more like a pony with stripes painted on, having a rounder muzzle and a pony's tail. The mare was also pink with dark blue stripes, the same for the mane and tail.

"It's natural, my mother was a Zebra, papa was a pony." The mare said as though reading Nagi's mind. "Names Pecan and you must be Miss Nagi."

Nagi nodded. "Y…yes. Umm, do you get asked that a lot?"

Pecan signed. “I've had a stallion attempt to wash the stripes off once. He… was not allowed to return. After the Talons broke his face.”

Nagi cringed at that. "Were you okay?"

The Zony shrugged. "More embarrassed than anything. I do tend to take on more aggressive clients, though the madam has urged me to take it easy for a while. Anywho, escorting beautiful mares like you pays well enough." Pecan winked at Nagi, causing her to blush. "Speaking of which, why don't we play some games around the floor?"

Nagi wasn't much of a gambler; she was always too busy and protective of her caps to give in. But Pecan made it fun, sticking close to Nagi, blowing on her dice, and even getting extra close when looking at their cards. Pecan's perfume was also lovely, a scent she couldn't quite place.

As time went on, Nagi lost plenty of caps and had quite a bit to drink, but Pecan kept Nagi focused on her. Eventually, they ended up at the theater, Nagi's head resting on Pecan's shoulder.

“I fucked up.” Nagi blurted out under her breath.

"We all do," Pecan said softly. "Tell me about it."

"You… don't want to hear it," Nagi grumbled.

Pecan smiled at that. “Trust me when I say this, but I do. It is part of my job.”

"Braminshit, you get paid to fuck and look gorgeous doing it." Nagi further complained.

"True, true," Pecan said to Nagi before kissing her. "But that's not why they come back. Actually, most stallions pay me to have a moment where they're not alone. To pretend they have a special somepony, a mare who can listen to them and not judge."

Nagi couldn't believe that. The main reason she left Ursa’s Rest with her sister was so that neither of them would get dragged into a whore house. Their mother turned to that work after their father died to just get by, and it killed her both figuratively and literally. It's why Nagi never sold her body, even when it would be easy caps.

"And, of course, we fuck." Pecan then said, breaking Nagi's train of thought. "It's not the best work, but for mares like me who cannot survive the Wasteland, we do what we can to survive. So, tell me what is running through that head of yours."

Nagi took a deep breath, unable to hold it in anymore. "I… got rid of a group of no good gangers, blew them sky high, but… they got me too." Not only could Nagi remember it clearly, she could feel them violating her, but now she wasn't sure if it was the memory or her dreams. "I got discovered… well, not completely; they still thought I was one of them, a mare their boss left behind."

"Ahhh, I see." Pecan patted Nagi on the head. "You don't need to say anymore."

"But… that's not the issue." Nagi huffed. "I did what I had to to survive, let them use me like a cheap whore. And in the end, they're dead, and I'm not." Rubbing her stomach, Nagi couldn't feel anything, but she knew it was there. "All except for the father of this; he saw right through me and… made sure to leave a piece of him in me."

"Not an uncommon story, sadly enough," Pecan said, getting a glare from Nagi. But Pecan just moved Nagi's hoof to her stomach. "When I was wondering about the Wasteland lost and starving, I came across a merchant who agreed to take me here; in exchange, I would… help relieve his stress. The agreement was only to use my mouth, but he quickly altered it to whatever he wanted." Nagi could feel that Pecan's belly was a bit bigger than mares tend to have, but not outright noticeable. "I can't say I agreed to be a mother, but I'll accept my foal all the same."

“How?” Nagi could only ask.

Pecan smiled. “It's a result of my will to survive. That's how I see it. Isn't it the same for you?”

Nagi let herself relax. "Well, ya. If I didn't do it, I'd be a sex slave right now; I know that for sure." She felt Pecan's stomach again. "Worse, I keep having nightmares about it, but each time they feel less bad, and more… arousing. Like, what if I let them keep me? Would I enjoy it?"

“That happens,” Pecan sighed, “not saying it's a good thing, but plenty of mares working here have dealt with the same problem. It's not uncommon for clients to want to relive their trauma too. For then it's a way regain control.c

“Sounds… I don't know?” Nagi said, unsure of herself.

Pecan then lowered Nagi's hoof and whispered in her ear. "You know, you can try it with me." Nagi blushed as she felt Pecan's crotch. "Show me what they did to you in your dreams by doing it to me."

"I…" Nagi wasn't sure about that, but feeling Pecan's wet pussy also made it too hard to say no. "Y.. ya."

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The dim, smoke-filled room pulsed with light and music, nearly overwhelming Zaylee as she trotted in. All she had to do was serve drinks and butter up anypony here, but her outfit felt like she was supposed to do a lot more. The tight fishnet stockings, underwear that hugged her hips and pushed her tail up, and a tight choker around her neck were all reminiscent of the kind of clothes she had to put on with the Gator Gangers, if of much higher quality.

She didn't mind it that much, as it wasn't that different from what she used to put on with her friends, though it was brighter in color. She just had to get used to all the ponies having their eyes on her, but that wasn't that new, as ponies always stared at her. However, this time, the eyes were clearly more intense and filled with lust.

"Okay, like, if you go to the bar in the middle with the pole dancing mare, they'll send you to a booth." A mare instructed Zaylee. She had introduced herself as Fizzy, and Zaylee had a hard time not staring at her. Tall, curvy, with a cute face, and massive tits under her. Zaylee thought Nagi had big tits, but they were apples compared to Fizzy's watermelons. She was sure that this mare was part cow or something because tits that big can't be natural. "Do you need to know anything else?"

Zaylee had to think momentarily, as this was all new to her. "Umm, are you sure serving drinks will pay off my debt?"

Fizzy tilted her head. "I'm not sure. Madam Sparkling Delight said you're just being given an opportunity, so you must do more than trot about."

Zaylee had a bad feeling about that, but she had agreed to be here to keep the incident hush-hush. And seeing how the working ponies here were very close to the clients, and a few clients with clear erections they weren't hiding, it wasn't hard to figure out what this "more" was. It bothered her a little, but Zaylee wasn't a virgin or as innocent as she made herself out to be.

"Right, so which kind of pony do I need to do more with to pay off the debt and fast," Zaylee asked Fizzy.

The mare let out a cute giggle. "Let's go to the bar and see."

Trotting to the center of the Showroom, Zaylee spotted a stallion sucking another off from under the table. To her mild confusion, neither looked like they worked here.

The bar at the center sold all sorts of booze, which she was tempted to try if she ever returned as a client. "Hay Mister Bubbles, like, any high rollers with caps to toss?" Fizzy asked a rather large and good-looking stallion.

"It's not… never mind. Fizzy, you know the other free mares need to make caps too; you can't just hog all the big spenders. You're going to get shanked if you do that again." The stallion said.

"No, no, it's for the one-nighter." Fizzy then pointed at Zaylee. "Madam Sparkling got her and is letting her do the thing."

Mister Bubbles nodded and addressed Zaylee. "Yo miss, you know what this is all about, right."

“Brothel work you mean, ya, I figured as much. And don't worry, I'm unfortunately experienced with using sex to get what I want.” She said.

"Good, then I don't have to feel guilty." He looked around the room. "Right, quick question: How experienced are you, and are you fine with getting roughed up?"

Zaylee thought about it. When she was with her friends, they did tend to get a bit wild and experiment, but nothing crazy. The Gator Ganger boss was rough with her but never hurt her. The same goes for the second in command and his conspirators when Zaylee tries to turn the gangers against each other. Zaylee was actually getting close, using her body to get them on her side, but she was also being careful. Then Nagi showed up to blow the place up and practically sucked and fucked every ganger to not get caught as an outsider.

Actually, seeing a gang bang like that, seeing the look on Nagi's face as she became delirious with lust. Zaylee even asked the second to do it again to Nagi before letting her finish the job, just to see that face warped in lust again. Running off with Nagi was a bonus, and the Gator Gangers having their base collapse on them was even better.

But Zaylee did feel guilty about what happened to Nagi, as she could have stopped it if she wasn't trying to be so careful. Yes, there was no way she could have known it was a mare under that armor, but she did have a feeling that Nagi didn't belong.

"Experienced enough, and… getting fucked up is fine with me," Zaylee said.

Mister Bubbles cocked an eyebrow but then loaded a plate with three large beers. "Well, you've been warned." and then pointed at a table with three griffons, the same ones that showed interest in Nagi. "They just got paid and haven't gotten their dick wet in weeks. They also like to share. If you can convince them to take you to a private room, they will fuck you up, but you'll more than pay off whatever debt you have here. After that, all the caps you make are yours, or you can just leave."

Zaylee did just that, almost dropping the drinks before getting to the booth. They eyed her with surprise. "Ain't you Nagi's bitch?" the first Griffin asked.

Remembering how she kept the boss calm, Zaylee slipped into the booth close to the griffon who asked. "If you don't tell, I won't." Her hoof then rested on his thigh.

It made her feel a bit guilty, but whatever shame she had was burnt away with her home. And the things she did for vengeance didn't even matter in the end—not that she cared, as her friends and family were still avenged.

Also, Zaylee wanted to at least let go a little or a lot. So she moved her hoof a bit lower. "Deal?"

The griffon chugged his beer, clearly nervous, as the other two laughed. But when Zaylee fluttered her eyes at them, they also sipped their beer. "Actually, tell me, what do you like about Nagi? Or maybe I should ask; what do you want to do to her?"

"Hay now, if she's your bitch, we get the message." the first Griffin said.

Zaylee hoof then felt up his balls gently, causing him to gulp as he began to get stiff. "No, I'm not here because of that. I really want to know. And maybe I'll do that for you. Unlike her, I do like a bit of dick."

“Hay, I think she's serious?” the second griffon realized.

The third griffon chuckled. "Alright, I'm game. Nagi just has that body that is hard to resist. Before Fizzy showed up, Nagi had the best ass in the Rest, biggest tits too. We always wanted to feel them up."

"My tits may not be big as Nagi's, but you can feel them up." Zaylee admitted, moving the first griffon's claw to it. She was rather average, if a bot above, so there was at least something to grab onto.

He then began feeling her up. "We almost got with Nagi once, before she left town. All got drunk and touchy, but…" he squeezed her tit again. "The lieutenant stopped that. The bitch staking her claim on Nagi."

"Truthfully, Nagi has that kind of lips, ya know, as though they're made for sucking cock." the second griffon admitted. “What I wouldn't pay to get her to suck me off.”

The first griffon then pulled Zaylee in closer, a talon playing with her cunt. "I just want to fill that bitch up, make her my mare and make her give me a kid." as he said that, the griffon had a raging hard-on, it twitching in her hoof.

"See, that's why no mare or hen wants to fuck ya." The third Griffin said with a laugh. "They know you won't pull out or use protection. And you're damn loud about it. Actually, if you weren't so loud about it, the Lieutenant wouldn't have know we were trying to get with Nagi. That said, ya, Nagi just has those hips that make you want to put a baby in."

"Then why not test rides with me," Zaylee suggested. “You can go raw too.”

The three looked at each other, then they all nodded.

…

Zaylee let out a moan of pure pleasure as the griffon held onto her hip and thrust deep into her. He wasn't gentle or all that skilled, but Zaylee didn't want any of that; she wanted to be treated like a fucktoy, and the griffins were doing just that.

It started out slowly at first, Zaylee giving them a bit of a show in a private room, legs open as they stroked themselves. When they couldn’t hold back, the griffins pounced on her like hungry beasts, grabbing her, feeling her up. One kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue down her throat, another making sure she was good and wet, which she had already been.

They were clearly pent up; Zaylee could tell by how the cocks twitched inside her, quickly releasing their load yet staying hard. One cock filled her mouth, pushing on the choker, the other making her hips stretch out.

The first griffon was thick and eager, not that long but long enough. Grabbing Zaylees hips, The Griffin trusted harder and pushed as far as he could go, slamming his flesh into her in the vain hope of breeding the Zebra. The casino had already given her contraption, so there was no risk of pregnancy. But if she had met these griffons under a different circumstance, she wouldn't have minded them breeding her like a broodmare.

The second griffon was violent and angry, strangling Zaylee as he pounded her ass. She didn't like this at all, but on the edge of passing out, her body convulsed, and her bladder emptied just as violently as her fucking. The griffon seemed to like that as he got sprayed, which only made Zaylee uncomfortable.

Then, the third was more interested in trying to break Zaylee's choker. And if she wasn't used to giving head, it might have been painful. But by letting her jaw relax, the griffon could go deep and even bulge her throat, if only a little. She knew he was trying to recreate the porno mags, but as they both found out, the truth rarely was like the pornos.

When the three griffins ran out of energy, Zaylee was entirely out of it, drenched in sweat and body fluid. She felt like a whore, used and abused, but right now, she didn't mind it, as at least she was free to be whatever she wanted, free from those gangers.

If she was ever going to do this again, she definitely preferred the griffin that wanted to breed her. He didn't actually seem that bad.

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If being lured away to some dark room of the Casino didn't sober Nagi up, the sight of a torcher chamber did. All dark purple latex and neon pink fuzzy coverings, but whips and chains all the same.

“Ahhh… what?” Nagi said in confusion.

Pecan kissed Nagi on the cheek before kneeling down in a pleading manner and winking. "I'm just inspecting the base, sir. Nopony suspicious."

Nagi was still confused but also still tipsy and horny. "I ahh." She couldn't find the words, only the memory of the gaggers. "You, I don't recognize you as one of our crew."

Pecan smirked. "I'm, uhh, new."

Nagi finally realized Pecan was reenacting her run-in with the gaggers but flipping the script. "Sure, then… I'll need to inspect you… thoroughly." She wasn't sure this was a good idea, but Nagi was already here and playing along.

But Nagi didn't have a whole base to run through Pecan or wanted to, but she had read a few porn magazines. Leading Pecan to a post, she cuffed her to it, with Pecan pretending to be scared. "What are we going to do here?" Pecan asked meekly.

Nagi smirked. "If you want to be one of us, you must be bred."

"Oh no!" Pecan said dramatically as she pointed to the back wall with her rear hoof. There, hanging on the were several strapons.

Nagi's eyes went wide at one of them and the monstrous dildo attached to it. Trotting to it, Nagi got a disapproving grunt from Pecan, so Nagi chose the more normal-looking one.

She was somewhat annoyed that the dildo on the strapon was realistic to a cock, that it reminded her of the ones she had in her. Still, after awkwardly putting it on, she felt more secure, more in control. As Nagi trotted back to Pecan, she saw the Zony mare tap on a jar. "You'd tear me up with that, she pleaded."

Slathering the greasy stuff onto the strapon, Nagi mounted Pecan. She wasn't sure if that was how a stallion felt, but she didn't mind it. "Time to breed!" She announced before forcing herself into Pecan.

Nagi mimicked what was done to her, thrusting her hips and going as deep as possible. Pecan did her best to fake a moan, since Nagi was rather sloppy at this. But Nagi kept going, doing to Pecan what she couldn't do to Zaylee, saying the dirty things she couldn't bring herself to say to her lover, pushing harder and faster until she was exhausted.

Stumbling back, Nagi felt better and worse. It was as though some pressure inside her had been set free, but only some. She wondered how it felt for those stallions when they fucked her; a thought stopped as Pecan lay next to her, somehow having quickly freed herself.

Then Pecan removed the Strapon from Nagi and poked her on the muzzle. "A for effort, but F for form," Pecan giggled.

The two lay there for a long moment as Nagi caught her breath, looking the Zony in the eyes. "Am I a bad pony for enjoying that, or… well… you know."

Pecan pressed herself up on Nagi enough that they touched tit to tit. "You're just a pony, like everypony else." She told Nagi, pouring a bit of lube between them. "Anyways, just because it's a bad situation doesn't mean you're not allowed to have fun with it."

"That… sounds messed up," Nagi said as she pulled Pecan closer, who started to grind on her.

Giving her a kiss, Pecan smiled. "Probably, but that's the wasteland; we all need to be a bit messed up to survive." Pressing stomach to stomach, Pecan looked deep into Nagi's eyes. "But think of this as a chance to make something good. That's what I'm planning on doing."

Nagi wasn't in the possession of thinking deeply about much of anything as they both grinded on each other, but she did have a request. One she asked after climaxing.

"I… would like to recreate what was done to me… but with just you," Nagi asked.

There was a pause before Pecan smirked. “Alright.”

As promised, Pecan got to work on Nagi, doing her best to recreate Nagi's violation, having bound up the mare tightly, similar to what raiders do to their victims, but with care to not hurt Nagi. Using a dildo to fill her mouth and anus, Pecan finished it off by using a double-ended dildo to pound Nagi senseless.

"Ya like that, don't ya, whore." was one of many insults Pecan spat out as Nagi's mind went blank with ecstasy. The words cut into Nagi but also excited her. The nightmare, the dirty dream, she was back there and hated how it got her off, but the face of Pecan softened the edge. With another thrust, Nagi orgasimed with lust, just like back then.

After a few more times being brought to climax, Nagi finally relented and passed out, held gently in Pecan's hooves.

"There there, you did great," Pecan told her softly.

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Nagi was feeling at least a little better after letting out her feelings. Ya, that didn't fix her main problem, but at least she knew she wasn't the only mare going through this. A petty reason to feel better, but it helped.

Now, the problem was finding Zaylee. Nagi had been away for too long, and it had her a bit worried. She should have been worried when she couldn't see her the last time, but Nagib was too shocked to think straight.

“And I was like, shit, that is impressive!” Zaylee's voice boomed, followed by laughter.

Trotting over, Nagi found Zaylee hanging out with the same group of griffins that had hit on her before, all four clearly drunk. Shocking to Nagi was that Zaylee was dressed up like the casino show mares, sitting provocatively between two of the griffins.

"Excuse me," Nagi spoke up, trying not to look at one of the griffins, whose cock was out and hard. "Zaylee, it's time we go."

“And there she is!” Zaylee practically yelled as she pushed herself up. “Nagi, come join us!”

Nagi was sure that the griffins only wanted to fuck, and she wasn't interested. "Rather not." She told them, "So let's go."

“Oh, but what's the harm in sticking around a bit longer?” The first griffon spoke up as he trotted behind Nagi. “We're all friends here.”

"Don't remember becoming friends with you," Nagi said snidely.

The griffon then felt Nagi's back up, still sore and sensitive from Pecan. "Future friends." He said with a cocky smile.

"Hay!" Zaylee yelled as she began crawling over one of the other griffins to get out of the booth, stepping on his cock, which looked painful. "She's mine!" stepping up to Nagi, Zaylee gave her a kiss on the mouth, whole tongue. The other two griffins cheered at the sight as Nagi lost focus momentarily. "This bitch is mine, and if ya want her, ya got to go through me first!"

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Nagi asked again, "So we are leaving?"

Zaylee let out a sigh. "Ya, we can go. But! We need a guard. Who knows who might follow us home."

“Ya, I know. Then let's head to the local Talon office first.” Nagi said as she kicked at the griffon to let go of her rear end.

“I'm a Talon.” The griffon said.

"No," Nagi protested.

“Yes!” Zaylee said instead. “We can trust him.”

"No," Nagi said again.

Zaylee gave Nagi another kiss, letting it last a bit longer. "He knows who you are and not to mess with you. The same can't be said about the others. And he's cheap, right?"

“Discount for our local gunpowder merchant.” The griffon said.

Nagi sighed and relented. “Fine, but I swear if he touches my ass like that again, I'm making him a hen.”

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The nights were getting colder, making it feel much better for Nagi to hold Zaylee, the two rubbing onto each other, feeling each other up. Pecan was good, fantastic even, but Zaylee was the best to Nagi. Next time in Ursa's Den, they could get together. But that was for after winter, and Nagi knew she'd be too far along in the pregnancy to do anything like that.

But right now, Nagi just wanted to enjoy Zaylee. And as she got close to it, close to climaxing, Nagi's mind went back there, and she couldn't finish it. Zaylee was satisfied, but Nagi wasn't.

Zaylee reached up and kissed Nagi. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” Nagi lied.

A frown formed on Zaylee's face, the mare knowing it wasn't nothing. She wanted to see that look on Nagi's face again, yet not since that night at the gangers had Nagi been wrapped with such pure pleasure. But this time, she was going to change that. So she shifted her weight to roll Nagi and get on top of her. "It's not nothing." Pinning Nagi down, she gave her another kiss. "You have gotten off since we've been together; tell me the truth!"

Nagi wanted to lie, but as Zaylee moved her hips, rubbing clit to clit, tit to tit, she relented. “Ya… but it’s just… me.” She half lied.

Again, Zaylee frowned. "If that's so, then just ask for some help." A look of shame formed on Nagi's face, and Zaylee sighed. "I know what happened at the gangger base.”

"You knew!" Nagi said in shock, the memories returning, but Zaylee was grinding on her, and she couldn't think straight.

"Ya, and I remember your face as it happened, but you never showed it to me," Zaylee told her. "I want to see that lustful face again."

Nagi was confused, aroused, and confused. "I… don't know if I can." She admitted.

"Not without help." Zaylee then looked outside their tent and whistled. "Hay, we need a dick here.”

"What, no!" Nagi protested but couldn't get out from under Zaylee.

Whispering into Nagi’s ear, Zaylee’s hot breath only aroused her more. “I'll go first, then you decide.”

The griffon peeked in, a hungry look on his face as Zaylee wiggled her ass at him, still grinding on Nagi. Stunned, Nagi could only lay on her back as the griffon grabbed onto Zaylee's hips and began fucking her, each thrust causing the Zebra to rub onto Nagi with force. The look of ecstasy on Zaylee's face was entrancing, and Nagi wanted that for herself.

A familiar sticky fluid began dripping onto Nagi's cut, causing her to cringe. Still, Zaylee quickly kissed her passionately, wiping the thought from her mind. "You want a try?" Zaylee asked.

Doubt filled Nagi, which only increased as the griffin's cock brushed on her cunt, but also a need. Nagi couldn't say no when she was so close to getting off, so she nodded.

The griffon forced himself into Nagi, her legs held open by Zaylee as she continued to run onto her, sending a wave of pleasure running up her spine. In her mind, she was back there, made into a toy, getting filled with bread. She hated it, but it felt too good. But with each thrust, she looked into Zaylee's eyes, the image of the Zebra slowly replacing that of the gaggers.

Her cunt felt warm as it was filled by the griffon's cum, yet he kept pumping, causing her body to convulse with pressure. As Nagi let out a moan, Zaylee kissed her again. "There it is."

Soon, the griffon slowed down and sat back, exhausted after vigorously pumping the mares back to back. Zaylee, getting off Nagi, rolled to the griffon and began playing with his cock as she beckoned Nagi over. Not thinking, Nagi followed, both mares using their tongues to clean the griffon. He still had a bit more in him, his cock twitching before letting the last bit of jizz onto Nagi's face and collapsing.

"That's a beautiful look on you," Zaylee said before cleaning the jizz off Nagi's face with her tongue. "Feeling better."

Nagi began to cry as Zaylee held onto her. Still feeling dirty, she at least knew that Zaylee would still accept her.

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Days passed, and they successfully made it home, even paying the griffon a little "extra" after ensuring nobody followed them. Nagi had told Zaylee about her pregnancy, and they shared a little cry over it, but Zaylee promised to stick around.

The last was to tell Nagi's sister about the pregnancy, which Nagi was still not ready for. Zaylee suggested they finish preparing for winter first so that at least everything was ready and Nagi had time to prepare.

So, with the supplies safely packed away, the firewood chopped, and the holes in the roof fully patched up, preparations for winter were all done. The last part was the most difficult part: the truth.

Nagi's sister, Cloudy, was a news mare, mainly running between Fillydelphia and Friendship City to deliver her papers. Much of it was funded by Redeye to help spread his propaganda, but it also protested her from the slavers. She could also write personal articles, so Cloudy was a happy mare. And between Nagi and Cloudy, they made enough caps to live comfortably in the middle of nowhere.

But because of Cloudy's inquisitive nature, she knew something was off with her sister. Still, she also knew best not to pry recklessly. That's how ponies get killed or made slaves. And she also wanted to respect her sister's boundaries.

So when Nagi gathered her and their new live-in friend, Zaylee, Cloudy felt that her sister was about to explain what was wrong.

Nagi cleared her throat as her heart pounded with nervousness. “I, umm… have something to tell you two.” Cloudy and Zaylee waited, letting Nagi say it on her own. “Right… well umm… I guess you know that I haven't been feeling well, and I went to the Doctor in Ursa’s Rest to find out why.”

"It's not cancer, is it? Mom did say it runs in the family." Cloudy worriedly asked.

Letting out an annoyed huff, Nagi shook her head. "Fortunately, no, anyways, that's a problem when we are in our forties, and I'm still young." She then took a deep breath and sighed, feeling that it was best to rip off the bandage now. "I'm… pregnant."

Cloudy resisted the urge to cheer, remembering that her sister wasn't interested in stallions, and though they both could quickly and easily fly around any raider or slaver checkpoints, mistakes do happen. "You… weren't raped, were you?" She had to ask, ready to hunt the pony down.

Again, Nagi shook her head. "Not quite… well, maybe. It's complicated." She really didn't want to go into details about it with her sister. "Let's just say there was a deal, and shit… and it went a bit bad." She also didn't want to admit that she went after the Gator Gangers, not when Nagi had promised her sister that she wouldn't. "I just wanted you to know before it started to show."

Zaylee kept her mouth shut, knowing exactly who the father was and where he probably was. If Nagi hadn't shown up, she'd have likely been the one impregnated to seal the deal to kill the gangers.

Cloudy wasn't buying it, knowing that her sister was a shit liar and this pregnancy was probably because she did something she promised not to do. She had an idea what it was, which Cloudy wasn't thrilled about, but she could understand. Though they both made a lot of caps between the two, paying for Redeye's protection was costly, not to mention paying off the local raiders and gangers. At least the Gator Gangers got themselves killed by their rivals, but their arrival had hit them hard in the cap stash.

"It's fine, Nagi. I understand. Money was tight, and we all had to make sacrifices. Grandpa's mine helps and all, but I know that before Zaylee came to help, it was falling apart." she patted her sister on the shoulder. “I know we promised not to sell our bodies after what happened to Mom, but there's no shame in that, really."

Nagi wasn't sure what to say. As it was both a better and worse response. "I umm." she could avoid the truth, the whole truth, but that meant her sister would think of her as a whore… "I'm…" All she had to do was agree. "N… no, that's not it," Nagi admitted.

Cloudy cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, and tell me, what is a deal you can make involving whoring yourself that's not whoring yourself?" She knew her sister would never lower herself to prostitution or accept the idea of it, and she suspected this might be tied to the Gator Gangers. The timeline would match Zaylee's arrival and Nagi's acting off. Cloudy would have investigated further if not for work.

Taking a deep breath and sighing in resignation, Nagi knew there was no way out of this. "I… went after the Gator Gangers after you told me not to… and almost got caught… well, I did, but they thought I was one of their own… and stuff happened. But I blew them up after and saved Zaylee."

Cloudy face hoofed. "You know that was exactly why I told you no, right?"

“You said the boss fucks all the mares, so I waited for him to leave first.” Nagi countered meekly.

"And that only means he's blue-balling his colts for Celestia's sake!" Cloudy almost yelled. "So was it one or the whole damn base of 'em?"

Zaylee tried to interject but got glared down by Cloudy.

"It was the base, okay. Are ya happy to know that your sister had to fuck all of them just to play along and not become a fuck slave?" Nagi growled out. "But they're dead now and no longer hunting for us."

Cloudy rolled her eyes at that. "They would still be dead if you weren't being a fucking moron. Redeye would have taken care of them after they burnt down that town under his protection."

"When? After they drained us and our neighbors of every cap we own? After they find out who we are and publicly rape us?" Nagi glared at her sister, heat rising to her face. "Don't tell me you're believing in that brahman shit Redeye had you toss around. We both know he doesn't care about the common pony anymore. He's just another slaver boss, like the others before him."

Taking a deep breath, Cloudy calmed her nerves. "But you still got hurt, " she told her sister. And you didn't ask me for help, not before or after. I'm not a helpless and scared filly anymore. You can rely on me."

"I… I… you're right." Nagi admitted. "Maybe if I had not gone in alone, it would have gone smoother. And without me needing to fuck a whole base."

Cloudy embraced her sister. "Everything is fine now. Just, next time you do something reckless like that again, just clue me in, and I'll see how I can help."

Nagi held her sister tight. “Ya, I'll do that.”

Mischievously smirking, Cloudy then whispered in her sister's ear. “Anyways, I don't mind the idea of taking part in a gang bang as a distraction if you were to do this again.” Letting go, Cloudy trotted off to take care of one other chore.

“Wait, no! There will not be any again! Never again!” Nagi yelled as her sister left.

Zaylee just sighed, feeling that things would be alright. She also decided not to bring up the topic of letting herself get pregnant. Not anytime soon, but Zaylee did have plans to be a mother at some point. But right now, she'd settle as an aunt.

That said, Zaylee felt it might be best to not say anything about the father of Nagi’s foal for a few more months, or she feared the sisters would go out and hunt the stallion down… or fuck him. Knowing them so far, and the stallion, it was 50/50.

Trotting over to Nagi, Zaylee nuzzled her lover. "It will be okay; you have me as well."

Kissing the Zebra, Nagi smiled. "I know, and it feels good to not bottle it all up, even though… let's just say it's not the worst thing to happen in my life."

Zaylee nodded. “The Gator Gangers are dead, and their victims have been avenged. You can take pride in that.”

With more of the weight lifted off Nagi's shoulders, she felt things would be alright. It was the Wasteland, so things could be a lot better, could be so much worse, but right now they were okay.

Ch1, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 1.

Flask Shaker's Depraved Journey, Part 1.

It was another boring day in the lab of Stable 69 for Flask Shaker, she was preparing all the lab supplies for tomorrow. Same thing every day without question, all for the reward of being safe inside the stable.

Of which she was grateful for, and it wasn't that she was pining for excitement. Flask enjoyed her lab work; the sounds, the smells, and sometimes she'd even get to make her own potions. She really enjoyed making her own "potions", which she used to expand her consciousness from the privacy of her own room. A privilege she had since she didn't have to share a room with anypony.

But that was the problem, nopony to share her room with. With the strict breeding program the stable had, almost everypony had somepony to be with. It was to prevent inbreeding, along with increasing the magical ability and brain power of each generation. This also meant that those whose genetics were too close to anypony else, or had too many undesirable characteristics were not included in pairing.

Flask Shaker was unfortunately one of those ponies. Her genetic marker had too much in common with the stallions her age, and her poor eyesight along with her poor coordination was not a desired trait at all. So she got the colder, smaller room near the back of the stable, in which she will live in for the rest of her life.

But at least she was smart. Actually smarter than many of her generation, and that was without getting special education the others got. Not that it mattered, since she couldn't pass on her smarts.

Looking over at the other side of the room and over at her little sister, Bunsen Burner, was her exact opposite. Not in intelligence, since Bunsen was quite smart herself, but more in position in the stable. Bunsen's mane was a straight blond where Flask's were a poofy dark blue mess if not tied down. Bunsen had good eyesight where Flask needed thick glasses. And Bunsen was a good dancer, where Flask might as well have two left hooves on both front and back legs. Overall, no undesirable traits whatsoever.

And what made Flask most envious was that she got paired with the most handsome stallion in the stable, Spanner. All Flask could ever do was dream about being with such a stallion and making babies with him. Which was something her "potions" let her do… some of the time.

Her lucid dreaming potions rarely worked quite right, with most becoming more nightmares. Mostly trippy, but sometimes she'd find herself surrounded by savages from outside the stable, where they'd use her as a toy. other times it was one of the many mutants she had been warned about out there, forcing her to breed with it.

Actually, as Flask thought about it, those nightmares were not all that bad. And she was actually growing to like them. They were at least different, and still just a hallucination.

"Hey sis! Stable to Flask?" Bunsen called out.

Returning to reality, Flask looked at her little sister, who shoved a box of lab supplies to her. "Professor wants you to sort out the synth ingredients, again. Some of them have been going missing, and he's worried old mare Jade is getting into it again." Her eyes then shifted about nervously. "And uhhh… Take your time."

Flask gladly took the box, fully knowing that she was the thief. "Of course Sis. Want me to bring anything back from storage?"

Bunsen thought about it for a second, and then her eyes lit up. "Oh right, we're going to need more of compound 115, and 382. You know, to keep it stocked up."

"Right, I'll get right on- wahhhh!" Tripping over her own hooves, Flask hit the ground with a thud.

The box he had was fortunately caught by her sister before hitting the ground, who then helped her up. "How do you even do that sis?"

Flask chuckled. "Ya, even I wished I knew."

Taking the box, Flask quickly trotted out, slipping again before getting a good stride. All while reminding herself of the compounds. "115 and 382. 115 and 382. Wait, ain't those the main ingredients for a birth control potion… maybe she's not ready for having a kid with Spanner just yet." Flask thought to herself.

She then thought about how annoying it was that she couldn't use it herself and let a stallion penetrate her deeply. But unfortunately all the stallions were either taken, or disinterested in her. Even so, the stable was very strict on keeping non married couples from fucking. Though that didn't prevent the stallions from fucking each other, or so she had heard. There was this one feminine stallion in maintenance that several ponies talked about a lot, but he made it clear he was only interested in his wife. Didn't stop the other from hitting on him, of which they got thumped by his wife.

"waahh!" Flask slipped again, but kept the box over her head, and safe.

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Having shaved out a bit from a few compounds needed for her next potion, Flask made a mental note to use her own supplies sparingly until the heat goes down. Last thing she needed was to lose her lab privileges, and have absolutely nothing to do but sit in her room and masterbait.

Of which she already did, but without the potions it wasn't as fun.

Upon returning to the potion lab, Flask found that nopony was here, yet several potions had been left to brew.

"Rule one of potion brewing, never leave a brewing potion unattended." Flask said to herself as she put the compounds on the counter, and went to check on the brewing potion.

Then she heard a… giggled?

Peeking up an ear, Flask slowly trotted to the back room potion supplies. Where the blast door was again cracked open. The stable was getting old, so the door getting stuck was happening more and more lately. But the mechanics always made a big deal about it when all they ever did was add a bit more oil to the joints. Even she could do that herself, Flask thought.

Then a quiet moan came from the other side.

Peeking through the crack, Flask then saw Bunsen sitting in a stallion's lap. A stallion too old to be Spanner… a stallion that was the professor! And the professor's cock was out while Bunsen stroked it!!

Witnessing this, several violations ran through Flask Shaker's head; Safety, sanitation, social edict… oh right, and adultery. Well at least Bunsen was not actually fucking the professor, or she'd be at risk of improper gene mixing.

And Bunsen was then lifted up, where she began riding the professor's cock, taking it all the way! Only in her dreams had Flask seen something like this, but the sounds of slapping and her sisters moaning… it was all so real.

Flask's own leg twitched as she found herself fondling her own cunt, rubbing her hoof in it, trying to feel the same pleasure as her sister. Imagining herself in Bunsen's place. Watching them, and seeing the professor's cock bulge out from Bunsen's gut, Flask knew her own hoof was not enough.

Fortunately there was a message capsule nearby, good for keeping documents safe, and just big enough to work as a sex toy. So using her magic, she matched the movements of Bunsen, pushing the capsule in and out as her sister bounced up and down.

Bunsen pushed herself harder and harder, biting onto her own hoof as an organism came, her body tightening as she began to squeeze the professor dry of his seed.

The two took a moment to catch their breath, and drink an energy potion. Immediately the poofy maned older stallion was hard again, and pushing her face down, began fucking her like a bitch in heat.

At first Bunsen resisted his advances, mainly because it was against the rules, but also because he looked so much like Flask that it was creepy. But the horndogs persistence won out and, and for the last month she's had the best sex in her life. Spanner was motionless in bed, and rarely got hard for her. He wanted to spend more time with his stallion friend then his assigned mate, which frustrated Bunsen. But Professor Rattle was here for her any time she needed it.

Again she felt herself be pumped as her body convulsed with pleasure. Whatever potion he was using it made him cum a lot. Bunsen's own stomach extended out a little as Rattle's cum filled her.

Letting her lay on the ground, her cunt leaked cum onto the floor, making Bunsen regret not making more contraceptive potions sooner. If she was taking them daily now, and if she got pregnant, she'd be in deep shit with the overmare.

But Rattle was not done, the old stallion stroking his cock to get the last bit out over her face, in which Bunsen opened her mouth wide to accept.

Like her sister, Flask bit her hoof to not make any noise as she finally hit her climax, the wave of pleasure giving way to shame as she realized that she just got off to watching her sister getting fucked. Worse was that it was Professor Rattle, who was like Flask, a pony with undesirable genes. If anypony found out, there would be no end of trouble for the two. Bunsen might be confined to her room for years, and Rattle would likely get exiled.

Letting the capsule roll away, covered in her fluids, a loud pop then caught Flask by surprise, and turning around, she saw a violently shaking potion. It was turning a lot of colors, which was bad. And spitting smoldering potions, which was worse. And the compounded Flask left near it caught fire, which was absolutely catastrophic.

"Fuck!" Flask shouted as she ran to grab a fire extinguisher. Pulling the pin and pressing the trigger, only a puff of smoke came out… "right, I drained this one for making chems." Flask said as she remembered going on a really bad trip because of it.

Tossing it to the side, she grabbed another fire extinguisher, this one doing its job, but unfortunately the chemical fire had spread, and the extinguisher shot flaming bits of magic into more compounds, setting them on fire.

"Use the damn fire blanket ya daffed moron!" Professor Rattle yelled.

Rushing over and grabbing a large fire blanket, Flask quickly smothered the flames, and ended the emergency.

The blast doors from outside opened and security burst through. Likely ready to beat the fire with batons. Looking back, Flask saw her little sister hiding from inside potion storage. She knew if Bunsen trotted out now, everypony would know of her affair, and the rest of her life would be under lock and key.

Flask was envious of her sister, but she still loved her.

"What happened here!" Security demands more than asked.

Thinking fast, and wanting to protect her sister, Flask said. "It's my fault, my sister and the professor were doing an inventory check, and I fell asleep while cooking a new potion!"

The other security pony snorted in annoyance. "Shaker, you know the rules about not taking your duties seriously. And ain't you just a lab hoof, not an assistant like your sister. You're not supposed to be making potions. We're going to need to take you in to see the overmare about this."

The second security looked over at all the burnt and destroyed equipment. "Ya, some of that stuff is irreplaceable. The Overmare is going to quite pissed with you off.

Flask sighed and went with them, knowing that she was likely only going to be put under room arrest for a week, maybe a month at most.

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"For the crime of theft, the crime of illegal chem production, and the crime of dereliction of duty that lead to the destruction of valuable materials needed for the continued survival of the stable. Flask Shaker is hereby exiled from Stable 69!" The Overmare announced as Flask's family watched from a viewing room, unable to even protest this judgment.

Flask had forgotten that standard security procedure was to check her, which led to them finding the compounds she saved off for herself. Which in turn, led to the checking of her room, and finding her personal potion setup. All of Flask’s dirty laundry was hung out to dry for the whole stable to see, and there was no way for her to protest against it.

Unlike her sister, Flask was not necessary to keep around, and so out she went.

So as the large gear door of Stable 69 rotated open, Flask Shaker waved goodbye to her family, her sister bawling loudly. They never had a good relationship, but they still loved each other, and it broke her heart to leave.

So with a gun to her back, an old lab coat to cover her and the bare minimum of supplies, Flask trotted out into the Wasteland to never see stable 69 again.

As worry and paranoia ran through her mind, one other thought did bubble up and leave her lips. "Hay, I'm free to do what I want now!"

Ch 11, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 6.

The journey out of the valley was long, and rather lonely for Flask, but over the last few years she had gained some strength, and had little trouble pulling her small wagon. And eventually she was back in familiar lands. The ghoul's old metro tunnel had to be close by, and with it the glowing mushrooms.

It hadn't taken her long, once she knew exactly where she was, finding the entrance was easy. Unfortunately over the years, new ponies had taken residence, abd at the entrance was several scavengers.

The ponies were sickly thin, and clearly didn't wash often. Then again, Flask was sure she was starting to smell as well, which bothered her gratelu.

As Flask approached, the scavengers eyed her with suspension. "Oh nice wagon ya got there." A scavenger mare croaked out.

"Thanks, it's made from the Rippers old camp" Fask said, which got a knowing nodd from the s avengers.

"Been some time since those Raiders been a problem." Anther scavenger said, then smiled with a half full yellow smile. "Ya got anything to trade?"

Flask pulled out a few potions. "I got several cures for what might ill ya. And If ya got glowing mushrooms, I can make ya some rad-away potions. For a price."

"I reckon that's why you're here. Sorry to say, the mushrooms are all gone. Sadly all we have is some junk." One of the scavengers said as they opened a box.

Junk was indeed inside. Useful junk, but junk all the same. Then her eyes fell on something out of place, a Stable 69 canteen. Exils like her never were given much, so it meant an expedition force could have left. But why was it here she wondered.

Then she thought that if the glowing mushrooms

"Where did you get this?" Flask asked as she lifted the canteen.

"How about a wank and I tell ya?" The scavenger asked.

But then the scavenger mare slapped her partner. "Ignore him. If ya trade for it, then we tell ya, and maybe some about those mushrooms."

After some hanging, Flask had the Stable 69 canteen, and several empty Sparkle-Cola bottles.

"Alright, there's a Talon base not far from here, only been around for a little over a year, so mostly younger pussy cocks. Anyways, they're sitting on a lot of good shit which is good for trade." The scavenger mare then leaned in. "Amongst it were some Stable pony shit. Not sure, but hear a group of them passed through acting all high and mighty. Making demands and shit. Well the lot of them get killed, and all their shit is claimed by the Talons, including all the stuff they were grabbing."

The other scavenger then laughed. "Well not all got up and killed. There's that pretty mare ya can pay to fuck."

The scavenger mare then slapped him again. "Not that anypony can afford her. Ya cunt." She then turned back to Flask. "Not sure of the story, but she's property of the Talos, something to do with em saving her life. I think she makes em the heling potions, so their keen on not letting her leave."

With the info, Flask and the scavengers parted ways. Though Flask was not exited in meeting a fellow Stable 69 pony, the pony might know were to find the ingredients she needs.

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Flask had actually never seen a Talon before, and upon entering the encampment, she realized that they weren't just mercenaries, but griffin mercenaries. Though not as big as Ghost is, the big cat birds irradiated power and danger. Heavy plated armor, and big guns, she was sure that any of them could have taken out the Rippers easily.

"State your business!" A Talon hen demanded as she held a shotgun at Flask.

"Alchemist! I… l make potions! Heard you have a Stable 69 pony here? Though I could talk and trade." Flask told the griffin.

She scratched her beek, looking unsure, but then shrugged. "Fuck it, not my damn business. She's in the bunker with the captain, doing… work." The hen grumbled the last part. "Go fucking bother them pony."

Flask watched as the griffin flew off and joined several others. None of them looked like they were happy to see Flask, but had no interest in getting in the way.

Shrugging, Flask trotted over to a small concrete bunker, which was decorated in black an white Talon flags. So unhooking herself from the cart, Flask entered.

Her nose was then hit by the smell of lab concoctions, burning wood, and… sex.

Unfazed, Flask trotted over to a bed where a mare and Griffin were currently fucking, but then she froze in shock.

A blindfolded Bunsen let out a moan as Harris pushed his way into her with his spine cock. With a thrust she shivered and drooled as she was pumped full of his see.

Flask had hoped this was at the end, as she had so many questions, but seeing her, Harris winked. "Look, we have an audience." He said as he pulled Bunsen back, and let he cock poke out of her thighs. The mare's teats were swollen, and her barral was slightly bloated, being a clear sign of pregnancy. "Give our guest a show, will you."

"Yes master!" Bunsen said with a giggle.

All Flask could do was sigh as her sister began playing with the griffin cock. Using her teats to stroke his cock, milk began to leak from them as though they were sexualy fluids lubricating the spined cock. And when Harris pinched Bunsen's pierced nipples, the milk sprayed over their bed.

"Hurt me more bird daddy!" Bunsen moaned out as she orgasimed. "Breed me like your bitch!"

With a grunt, Harris ejaculated, it flying from him and landing near Flask's hooves, who didn't even flinch, just stood there in dumb struck disbelief.

Seeing Flask still there, Harris then grinned. "Oh, not phased, maybe you should join us then."

His face then clenched in pain as magic wrapped around his balls, Bunsen using her magic to squeeze his most sensitive part as she whispered. "You're mine! Only mine."

Somehow the griffin became harder as Bunsen squeezed down harder, turning his cock a darker shade as she played with it more. It twiched from the attention, but released no ejaculate, looking ready to explode.

"Say it!" Bunsen demanded.

Harris groaned as he said, "I… I'm y… yours."

"Louder!" The mare further demanded, squeeze his balls harder, still preventing him from cumming.

"I'm yours!" Harris practically shouted.

Flask then sighed. "Bunsen, why the fuck are you doing out here?"

Busen froze, her magical hold releasing, and like an orgasmic explosion, Harris'es ejaculation shot out, hitting an unflinching Flask in the face.

Tearing off her blindfold, Bunsen teared up before launching herself at Flask, uncaring about the body fluids covering her.

"Flask! It's you, really you!" She began to cry as she held her older sister. "Oh fuck, your alive, thank Celestia!"

Flask hugged her sister back, uncaring about how sticky she was. "It's okay, just let it all out."

The grinned got up, but before he could say a word, Flask glared at him, which he understood as a sign to shut up and let them have this moment.

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After getting cleaned up, both Flask and Bunsen got to talking. First about small things, such as the stable, then to why Bunsen was outside. From what she was told, the stable needed to restock on supplies, and sent out an expedition team, where they scavenged the land.

"Well we followed some zomponie who seemed to know a lot about acano chemistry, but that was a mistake. Turns out he wanted to sell us off, the fucker. Most of us managed to get away, but we were scattered, and I got shot. If Harris didn't pick me up I would never have made it."

"Ya, sounds similar to my situation, though we were backstabbed." The gears in Flask head got moving. "Say, did that ghoul ever say who it was?

Bunsen shook her head. "He didn't, but some pony working with him called him Copper."

That got Flask to grind her teeth. "That's the one, so the fucker still up to his old tricks! Do you know where he went, anything "

The younger mare became uncomfortable, but awncered. "There's a slaver base several days away from here, but I advised not going there. Best just to stay here."

"Don't you want revenge too, Bunsen?" Flask asked her

But Bunsen shook her head. "Actually I'm fine here. Despite the difficulties, I'm actually treated quite well, here… and well." She placed a hoof on her stomach.

Flask was avoiding the subject, but she had to ask. "Is the griffin the father?"

She nodded, looking a bit ashamed. "I know it's wrong, a pony and non-pony, but I-"

Flask shoved her hoof into Bunsen's muzzle. "Ya, shut up. I'm the last pony to get bent out of shape over that shit. Actually I'm only back here to both find supplies for rad-away potions, and to find the father of my daughter."

Bunsen's eyes lit up as she pushed the hoof away. "Really! Who, no what's the father? Is it a griffin too?"

"Ghoul." Flask admitted, causing Bunsen to freeze in shock. "I also have twins from a hybrid monster, best to not ask, but all three of my babies are quite adorable." She then, with a determined stare, looked her sister in the eyes. "So I need you to tell me everything about that Slaver base."

Ch 19, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 10.

At this point, Flask was just done with slavers, all slavers. Ya, some were actually decent ponies, but how they had to bend over backwards to justify their profession was really getting under Flask skin.

The cult that ran Green Rock mine were a relatively decent slave operation that used ghouls to mine for gemstones, as the mine was irradiated as fuck. That said, all the slaves wore bomb collars, as they could go “feral” at any moment, and were all “criminals.” Their crimes? Oh, being ghouls of course.

“And here they are safe from persecution, and can be a benefit to society. We insure their well fed, and they don't need to work if they don't want to. But we do offer them rewards for mining the gemstones.” A cute, but somewhat inbred mare informed Flask about their operation. Her left eye bounded around like some old toy that broke from within, which was extremely distracting.

The ponies here were part of some cult that worshiped Celestia, where their “father” was also their actual father, husband, and probably grandfather. It was overall severe levels of disgusting, and if they weren't so damn friendly, Flask might have just decided to end them like the raiders.

As for how Flask and Hanna so easily got into their “compound” Flask simply told them that she knew medicine and can make potions, and they practically dragged them in.

“Now if you have found any other lost souls, please be sure to bring them to us. It would be tragic if they were to hurt anypony.” She told her.

Their treatment of the ghouls didn’t bother Flask that much actually, it was that they weren't allowed to leave that was her problem. Ya, you're treated well, but if you run away, your head explodes. It was like they were some exotic pet that couldn't be aloud out into the wild.

Flask awkwardly smiled back. “I'll keep that in mind, miss?”

“Kamelion.” She said, one eye almost matching the other before drifting in a different direction. “Would you like to know more about our cult of the father?”

It really put Flask through a loop with how straightforward they were about their operation and that they were a cult. “You're… very honest about… this.”

She smiled wide, showing off her very mangled looking teeth, as though not one grew in the correct direction. “Honesty is one of our tenants. It's in the teaching of the six saints, with honesty, there is loyalty, generosity, laughter, kindness, and love.”

Flask was sure the saints were the ministry mares, and it was magic, not love.

“And why are you all, you know, with only the one stallion?” Hanna nervously asked.

Kamelion gasped, causing her lazy eyes to energetically bounce around. “I am soooo glad you asked. Father is the son and resurrection of Celestia herself, and through the thickening of blood, we will ensure Celestia is again reborn through us.”

“And that's why… there are no other stallions here?” Hanna further asked.

The inbred mare tilted her head at that. “Why would there be, they'd serve no purpose in helping Celestia be reborn.”

I jabbed Hanna in the side to get her not to ask any more questions like that. The group of abandoned young and inbred stallions the next town over was all we needed to know about this subject. They didn't cause any problems, but it was a tragic sight to see them struggle to even survive as the locals also ignored their existence.

But here, the ponies were fairly well off from the trade they got, and were protected by several robots. As for how they ended up as some messed up cult that used ghouls as slaves, and were probably the most friendly group she had ever met, Flask could only speculate.

Following Kamelion to a mess hall, it was filled with mares, many of which showed signs of mutation, and genetic degeneration. Truthfully, Flask was sure they only had another generation or two before complete gene death, and their young are all born stairel. Not that they would even listen to her if she told them.

The mares served up a kind of slope, it bland and texturless, with chunks of soffend hard tack in it. Both Flask and Hanna found it to be tolerable to eat, and just glad it wasn't rocks like some ponies had told them that they ate.

Truthfully, this was the exact opposite of Stable 69, making her understand why they were so strict with who paired up with who. This place was a horror story made real, but without the cannibals… she hoped.

“So you the medicine mare?” One mare asked, and Flask nodded, getting a vigorous hoof shake from the mare. “Oh it's so good to have you here, most medicine ponies don't come round here often due to the raiders. It's a big problem ya know.”

“I bet.” Flask agreed, happy in the fact that it probably wasn't as much of a problem anymore. “So… you haven't told me why you need me, is there somepony sick, or hurt?”

The mares let out an unnerving amount of laughter, and Kamelion then explained. “Oh no, we're all hunky dory here. It's just that Father needs a bit of help, that's all.”

Flask held back a cringe as she imagined what help they were suggesting. “Please don't tell me you want me to… join in after helping him.”

There was a paus, and laughter again. “Only if ya want to darling.” Kamelion said, lightly rubbing on Flask's thigh. “But we can’t have ya thinning the blood now can we.”

A sigh came from behind them. “Dear mother, don't go scaring off the medicine mare.” It was a younger, and fairly normal looking mare with a blindfold on, likely blind if Flask had to guess. “Maybe we should not delay in her helping father, it has been a while, right?”

Kamelion tutted at her daughter, “oh Gecko, I know the delay of your marriage ceremony to father has greatly troubled you, but no need to rush it. If you need mothers warm embrace, I'm more than happy-”

“No mother, that won't be necessary.” Gecko said, cutting her mother off. “Let me take our guests to our private room, so that she can get to work.”

“I think that's for the best.” Flask said, wanting this to be over, the sooner the better.

Kamelion let out a huff. “Alright, I'll go tell Father that his medicine will be here soon.”

Gecko bowed to her mother and slowly trotted off, with Flask and Hanna quickly following.

“Say, they never told us what medicine your father needs.” Hanna pointed out.

“That's normal.” Gecko said with a sigh. “Most of my mothers are… soft in the head.”

“And you're not?” Hanna rudely asked.

Gecko paused for a moment, thinking. “I… don't know actually. Maybe I will be in time, maybe fucking my father will force stupidity on me.”

“You… don't want to?” Flask asked.

Gecko giggled at that. “No, not in the slightest. But where would I go, I can't even see.”

Flask felt genuinely bad for the poor mare, and for the fucked up situation she was in. “Well, if you help us, then maybe we can take you with us. Do you have any skills?”

Gecko smiled, showing off a few crooked teeth, but not as nightmarish as her mothers. “I can sing and weave, I'm experienced with foal care, and can cook, oh! and I'm very good at muscle therapy.”

“Muscle therapy?” Flask said questionly.

“Here, I can show you while I explain what Father needs!” Gecko said excitedly.

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The pain shot up Flask's spine only to be replaced by a joyful sense of relaxation. She was unsure having Gecko trot on her back was a good idea, but now she was glad she let the mare do it.

“About my father, he's… unable to get an erection without medication, it's been that way since I was young.” Gecko explained as she worked a knot out of Flask back. “He used to be very active long ago, or so I'm told. It's why I haven't married my father yet, as my mothers occupies the time he is active, thank the saints.”

“And when were you supposed to marry him?” Hanna asked.

“Long ago, when I was… young.” She said both vaguely and matter-of-factly, which sent a cold shiver down Flask's and Hanna's spine. “Ya, I know. Since I've had years to think about it, I don't think I like stallions all that much, much less want to bear my fathers foal.”

“Don't tell me you sleep with-” Hanna was going to ask, but Gecko let out a loud huff.

“No… not by choice.” She said, losing another muscle. “But mother took it upon herself to prepare me for Father, and… well… I rather not talk about it.”

To Flask, that was very understandable, if disturbing. “If you want… I could help you get revenge.”

Gecko shook her head. “No, don't harm them. I know it's all messed up… but they're my family. I just… I just want my own life, that's all.”

Flask could also understand. As popular as her sister was, and as uninterested in her as her mother and father were, Flask still loved them. She even hoped to bring her sister with her back home, that is if she was okay with it.

“Alright, I can help do that. But, is there a way for you to help us free some of the ghouls?” Flask asked.

Gecko got to work on Flask legs, popping them. “Why would you, their happy here, safe here.”

A sigh escaped Flask's lips, realizing that though she wanted to be free, she still thought like the ponies here. “Just like you're happy and safe here?”

The young mare paused in thought again, “I… think I understand. I know the bomb collars are old and all run on the same signal, so if you turn it off you can safely remove them.”

“I'm surprised you know about that.” Hanna commented.

Gecko got to my inner thigh. “I've had a lot of time to learn about everything here.”

I tensed up as Gecko caressed my privates as she worked the muscle. “Ummm, I don't think you need to do… that.”

“It's how it's done… but if you're uncomfortable with me…” she said slowly moving her hoof away.

Both feeling a bit guilty, and now aroused, Flask sighed. “It's fine, just… I was startled, that's all. You can continue.”

Hanna laughed as she watched. “Hey, do me next!”

Gecko smiled as she got back to work.

Flask truly never felt this good in years, with Gecko working out every kink and knot with her smooth hooves. And when she got to her privates, Flask struggled to keep her legs open so as not to wrap them around Geckos head. Her tongue played with her like nopony had before. Hanna was good, but very forcefully, where Gecko was exceptionally skilled and gentle. Before she knew it, Flask was drooling as she came to a climax, then another came, and another, before she nerely passed out.

Gecko then climbed onto Flask, getting pussy to pussy, tit to tit. Rubbing herself on Flask, she then noticed the cold metal pierced on the mare, feeling good against her. Flask didn't want to know how experienced Gecko was with this, but she was glad she could feel it herself. Already on the edge, Flask passed out with a smile on her face.

Waking up several minutes later, Flask found herself watching the blind mare practically bend Hanna in half before giving her the same treatment as Flask got. Right then and there, Glak knew that keeping Gecko was a really good idea.

Once she was done with Hanna, Flask couldn't help herself and trotted up to Gecko. “Say, I think it's your turn.”

Gecko blushed, the younger mare already leaking fluid from her cunt. ‘I… Um… are you sure?”

Flask gave her a kiss, “Oh ya.”

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Flask was honestly surprised with how not disgusting the Father looked. Oh he was odd to be sure, and very inbred, but she had never seen a stallion look so old, yet so young, he was also very masculine, yet feminine. If it wasn't for his messed up teeth and all the incest, Flask would have considered him a bit fuckable, though still very repulsive. But she had fuck a ghoul and a mutant monster, so her idea of fuckable was likely not the norm.

As for her solution to his impotence, the venus root fertility potion proved more than effective. She tried to negotiate for the ghouls in exchange, but as she'd guessed, the cult wasn't going to let them go. Instead she got a whole bunch of Gemstones for giving him the hardest erection he had in years. And it was hard, and big, which answered why the mares here were so intent on getting this fuck machine working.

The good new was that the cult was very distracted now, the bad, Flask had to watch him fuck one of his daughters/sisters before the deal was done. It was an image now burned into her brain that only binging on chems could fix.

As the inbred mares lined up to finally get their turn, Gecko guided Flask and Hanna to the mine. A few of the mares gave them odd looks, but rushed off as soon as they heard that the father was back up.

“Say, what's with all the piercings down there?” Hanna asked Gecko.

The blind mare blushed. “Actually, a traveling merchant suggested it for me when I told him that I didn't actually feel much down there. It's a long story, and let's say that I'm probably infertile.”

“But you don't like stallions.” Flask pointed out in mild confusion.

Gecko nodded. “Yes, but sometimes we don't have enough gemstones to trade with, and some of us pay in other ways. Well he was right that it helps me feel, and the others here don't complain about it.”

Flask didn't need to hear any more about that, and did feel sorry for her.

The mine itself wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be, with several ghouls just lazing about like they weren't slaves.

“I hope it's not slop again, you know we still have taste buds unlike you lot.” a ghoul complained at Gecko, then eyed the two new guests. “Well well, ain't seen your face here before.”

“They're here looking for a Cast Iron and his friends.” Gecko told the ghoul, “Oh, and sorry about the food, we're still low on everything but oats.”

The ghoul let out a huff. “Ya ya, just try and buy some fancy colt cakes next time. And ya meen those fools? Ya, I can go get them.”

“Wait, you don't seem all that bothered being trapped here?” Flask asked.

The ghoul gave a shrug. “Ehhh, we may be slaves, but the cult ain't bad ponies. Soft in the head, but they mean well. We got food, shelter, our own little community, and all we need to do is mine a few gemstones a day, easy work. Ya, we can't leave, but where would we even go, most places hate us, even shoot ghouls on sight. Most of the time we just end up living like this, but with less food and no protection.”

Somehow, it reminded her of Stable 69, trapped underground, unable to leave, and too scared of the outside world to want to leave. If she had never been banished, she'd probably be still just existing, but not living, with her only escape being dream induced chems.

After a long moment, a few ghouls appeared, among them a worn, but mostly intact Cast Iron. “Fl… Flask!” He said in shock as she rushed over and gave him a hug. “Hay, I'm covered in radiation.”

“It's fine, I got potions for that.” Flask told him.

“But why are you here? What happened to you?” He quickly asked her.

She buried her face in his rough chest. “Does it matter? Let's just get out of here.”

They stayed like that for a moment, Cast patting her on the head. “I guess you have a solution to the bomb collars then?” Flask nodded. “Ya, then let's go.”