Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

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.