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!"