Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

The slavers upheld their end of the deal, and not only did Flask Shaker have the location of Copper Pipe, but enough radiation absorbing mushrooms to help the foals and start her own farm of it. Turns out the slaver cherished their ability to get hard over their under the table business dealing by a lot.

Though Flask was still skeptical over the slaver’s code of ethics, she assumed that it was like honor amongst thieves. Where they may be all scumbags, but none of them would make any caps if they stabbed each other in the back. It was also probably why nopony had gotten rid of them yet, since they were so organized and watching each other's backs. Even Flask knew she couldn't pull the same maneuver on the slavers as she had on the raiders, as the slavers had connections and friends who would seek revenge.

Just like what she planned to do now.

“Are you sure this is smart?” Hanna asked as she double checked her guns. “I mean, it's no flying feather to me if you get gang raped out there.”

Hanna was still pissed off over the lust potion Flask had made, and her hips were still acing from all the fucking she had done because of it. It took days for it to where off enough for Hanna to stop wiggling her ass at every stallion that looked her way, some of which she road like a slut before getting control of herself. The effect of the potion was still lingering even now, and just thinking about it left her wet. Even thinking about getting violated was also making her wet, which really pissed her off the most.

Flask smirked at that. “You could always go, in my place?”

The griffin dry heaved at the thought, though she loathed to admit considering it. “No fucking way am I taking another dick, this is all you, and once you get what you need, I'm getting you out.”

Flask shrugged, fingering that was going to be her answer. Returning to her objective, a raider bar, Flask and Hanna had scoped it out for the last few days, making sure Copper was there. These raiders, the Skull Hounds, were far less savage tribale like the Rippers were, and more like some cult of animal worshipers. The last few days of observation also explained why the slavers were so willing to give up Copper, as Flask was sure this was where the flop rot originated.

Through her binoculars, Flask watched as some poor mare was forced to put on a show, letting some oversized hound mount her in front of a very excited crowd. From her angle she could see the mare's abdomen indent from the creature's large member, and her hip practically pop from the knot entering.

Under other circumstances, Flask would be enjoying a show, but this left her considerably dry. It was like the Rippers all over again, but even more depraved and cruel. That at least the Rippers had a purpose, as sick and twisted as it was, but here it was pure depravity.

Somehow, Flask wasn't surprised that Copper had been hanging out with such ponies, as she doubted that no decent pony would ever trust him after what he did, not even the slavers. And if she didn't need to know where he sent Cast Iron and the other ghouls, she'd just have had Hanna shoot him from here.

Yet Flask still needed to go down there, but she wasn't going to make herself prey and become a toy for raiders again. So she put on her makeup, attached armor, slicked back her mane, and greased up her ripper spear. There was no way for them to know that all the Rippers were dead, and truthfully, they weren't, as she was technically the last.

“You're too good at making yourself look like that.” Hanna commented.

Flask put on her war face and smiled. “I was the Ripper’s medicine mare and tribe whore after all. But right now, I'm a Ripper raider, looking for a good target.”

Hanna seemed to look apologetic. “Right, I forgot about that, sorry.”

“It's fine. They're all dead now, I made sure of it.” Flask gritted her teeth, remembering those months she lived as their plaything. Kissing their dicks as she slowly poisoned them all. “Which is what I plan to do here as well.”

From her bag, Flask pulled out a potion bottle. Inside was a very potent virus that she had very carefully gathered and kept alive once she knew where Copper was. Dysentery was a massive problem here in the wasteland, so all ponies kept their water sources as clean as possible, even the raiders. But once tainted, this whole settlement will become a dead zone for a year, with everypony here having shit themselves to death. Though with how much alcohol they consume over water, a few will probably survive, but Flask was fine with that.

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“Stop, Bitch!” The raider called out, looking down at Flask. “Been long since we seen a fucking Ripper, thought ya all finally fucked off and died.”

Flask rolled her eyes. “Surprised you all haven't fucked a bear and get you all killed by it.” She said on the fly, not sure if it was raider-ish enough.

“Ya fuck you too! What you want?” The raider demanded.

“You got a monster we need talking too, that thing Copper, we got words for em!” Flask told him.

“Suck my dick, bitch!” He mocked.

“I'll bite it off!” She countered.

“Go fuck yourself!”

“Come down and fuck me, unless ya a bitch!”

The raider glared at Flask, then vanished, a moment later he was opening the gate and trotting through. “No pony calls me a bitch!”

Flask was a little disappointed to see how easily it was to provoke him, so she activated her Ripper spear and pointed it at his face. “I do, unless you want to be called a dickless bitch.”

He didn't flinch, just looked at my ripper and spat at it. “You fuckers are all the damn same.” The raider looked around before clicking his tongue at Flask. “I don't see no friends of yours, which is fucking bold! Kill me and you'll be made part of the dog show till you die. Now if ya want in, you're going to pay.” He then smirked. “And ya know what, ya cost is a sucky sucky and fuck. So bitch, get to it!”

Flask turned the ripper off and sighed. “whatever.” She expected as much, if not worse, but had hoped not to do any of this. Having already taking a contraceptive potion and a few potions to prevent caching anything, this was going to be more a chore then any kind of fun or traumatic.

So Flask got to work.

To say she was unimpressed with his size was an understatement, there wasn't even enough dick to deepthroat. “I see why the mares here fuck dogs.” Flask mocked.

“Sh-up, bitch.” He tried to argue as Flask got to work, the stallion seemingly so blue balled that she didn't need to do much to get him off. “Y… ya, th…ats it!” He grunted as his minuscule dick twitched, pumped, and went flaccid.

Flask was rather disappointed, not that she wanted to deep throat the raider, much less get fucked by him, but she had mentally prepared herself for some rough housing. The stallion sat back, looking way too satisfied from what Flask knew was sloppy work. If he wasn't a raider, she’d have pitied him enough to tell him to leave and start a new life.

Of course he wasn't done, though it was hard for Flask to tell if he had a hardon or not. Sitting on his lap, she felt the miniscule cock on her ass, and it took no effort pushing it through. If she had gone vaganaly, she doubted she'd have felt much. The feeling of warm stickiness came fairly quickly with just a little effort on Flask's part, which just left her feeling unsatisfied.

“You know, maybe you should call your friends, because this was the worst fuck I've ever had.” Flask mocked. Which was a lie, it was just the most boring fuck she had. But between this and the Rippers, at least wasn’t going to haunt her.

“Fuck off, Now go, do whatever with whoever.” He croaked.

Taking the opportunity, and not wanting to catch the eye of another raider looking for an easy fuck, Flask trotted in. Now closer to the raiders here, many of them wore a mix of animal pelts, and a patchwork of stuffed animals, like some imitation of old cartoon characters, but twisted and unwashed. The smell here was a mix of rancid, and rot, which Flask didn't want to know what smell came from where or who. Fortunately most of them were overly focused on the bestiality show to care she was nere by, though a few did give her some lookes, none did anything other then that.

Stopping at the small well, the raider’s only source of clean water, there were a few raiders standing around it, though they didn't look like they belonged. one was a young mare in a crude spiked bunny outfit, who sneered at Flask much in the same way the Ripper mares would at her in the past. “Look, a fucking Ripper, what ya cunts doing here, thought ya too good for the bar?” If she wasn't a filth covered raider, Flask might have considered the mare cute, which really made her wonder why she was even here.

Taking a closer look at them, Flask felt that they were really out of place here, all of them looked a bit too clean, and a bit too put together to be raiders. Stranger was their guns, which all looked well maintained and not that old. They also didn't reek, smelling more like gunpowder… no, black powder.

Putting her curiosity aside, Flask took on the same self important look the Rippers always had, doing her best to play the part. “Some fuck needs fucking, dats all. Best ya stay out of it unless if ya want to ride my ripper, bitch cunt!”

The mare glared back. “Cock guzzling Whore!”

“Dog fucking Slut!” Flask countered.

The raider mare then sighed. “Fucking blue waffled cum dump! Where'd Grease Grinder go? She's at least more fun, and better at insults. That ugly bitch!”

Another raider mare laughed. “Ya say that, but ya two fucked every time you met. We're still waiting for ya to run off and start your own gang together.”

“The bitch is dead!” I said coldly, getting a shocked look from the bunny raider. “Lots got offed by mutant cagigators stampede, real mess it was.”

“Lies!” The bunny raider hissed.

“You think I'd be near ya freaks if I was!” Flask said coldly.

The bunny raider glared at Flask, tears welling up in her eyes before she ran off sobbing. Flask almost felt sad for her, almost, but it did make her wonder how a mare that sensitive ended up as a raider. If she was a raider.

The other raiders rolled their eyes at the display. “Great, now she's going to be a mess for a week. Probably going to drink all our booze.” They then quickly followed her.

Left by herself, Fizzy quickly got to work poisoning the well, making sure none of the stuff got on her. Then turned her attention to her main objective.

It was a large bar from the old world, poorly maintained, but still usable enough for raiders. They even crudely added supports to it, in some attempt to keep the building from collapsing in on itself. Inside was close to a normal bar as these raiders could make, some animals here and there, but most of the entertainment came from suggestively dressed ponies.

In the far corner was Copper, sitting in a booth with a few disgusted looking mares around him, and a bunch of ultra dash on his table. Made sense why he was so tolerated, he was their chem dealer.

“Hay Copper.” Flask said as she put a hoof on the table, and knocked over a bottle of cheap booze.

The ghoul was clearly high, looking at Flask with blood shot eyes. “Fuck are you bitch… oh, a Ripper, where have you fucks been.”

Flask motioned for the mares to go, and they quickly fucked off, not needing to be told twice. Scooting in closer, Flask smiled as she said, “the Rippers are dead, just like you will be soon.”

He squinted his eyes at her, realization slowly coming to his mind. “F… Flask?” She nodded. “Hay now… no hard feelings, right?”

Pulling up her spare ripper, and placing it to his neck, Flask asked one question. “Where did you send Cast Iron and the others?”

If he could sweat, Flask was sure he would be sweating bullets right now. “Why would you care? Like, look at ya, all strong and…”

She pressed the teeth of her blade to his throat and growled out, “Now!”

“There at Green Rock, the old irradiated gemstones mine. Ghouls that can work are worth good caps there.” He said in a panic. Copper then looked Flask in the eyes pedingly. “Now let me go, for old times sake.”

Flask pulled the ripper's trigger, rotting blood and gore spewed out as she ripped through Coppered neck and decapitated him. Once the head hit the ground, his dead eyes locked in horror as Flask glared at it, her jaw clenching so hard it threatened to crack teeth. Even now his death did not quench the rage she felt for him, and if she could, she'd kill him a hundred times more, slower and crueler each time. If not for him she wouldn't have had to endure the months of rape and humiliation, and all for what? Because he had no dick and missed living like a rich pony!

She had to stop herself from hyperventilating even more as her head felt light. Looking around, all the eyes on her, fully aware of what she just did. She knew what was to happen next, that a gange rape was about to start, not her first time thanks to Copper, but at least he was dead now.

“Fuck ya!” A pony yelled, and several more cheered. They then all went back to whatever depravity they were originally doing, not caring about the murder.

Flack sat there a bit stunned, both glad they weren't doing anything, and disgusted by it too. One raider mare trotted over, looking at the table with eyes too wide to not be on chems. “Ya going to be keeping that shit?” She asked, pointing at all the dash. Flask shook her head, and the mare gleefully took as much as she could, followed by another raider doing the same. Flask was sure that Ultra Dash was absolutely deadly to normal ponies, but she didn't give a fuck if they overdosed.

With a sigh, Flask rummaged through Coppers pockets, finding a bunch of caps, then left.

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“You okay? You look okay.” Hanna asked.

Flask nodded her head. “No rape, just a small dick, a broken heart, a dead ghoul, and hopefully soon, a lot of dead raiders.”

“Get the information?” She further asked.

Again Flask nodded. “Green Rock mine.”

The griffin scratched her beak for a moment, then cringed. “That's a few days from here, good source of gemstones for making talismans and spark batteries. But some weird cult runs it, not dangerous, but no creature likes dealing with them.” she then rubbed up on Flask. “So, you want to cuddle before we get moving?”

For the third time, Flask nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she finally let herself feel vulnerable again. Even now the memories were fresh for her, and just being around so many raiders had forced her to think about it, relive it all, and how much she had to pretend to love it to keep the raiders happy. But they couldn't hurt anypony anymore, they couldn't hurt her anymore, and soon neither will this group.

It only made her feel a little better, but it did put her mind at ease knowing that soon, less evil will be in this world.