Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

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.