Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

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."