Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

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.