Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

With the skill only obtained by daily practice, Astra deep throated the stallion, and ensured he climaxed at the height of pleasure.

“Good, isn't she.” The slaver said with a smirk to Midway. “Yell ya what, if ya buy her off me, I'll give ya a discount on the scrap.”

Freed from the sex slave’s ravenous hunger, Midway had to catch his breath. “Now that's mighty generous of you. It is rare for a pony of your ilk to even say the word… discount.”

The slaver cocked an eyebrow as she pulled on Astra's leash. “Now don’t be coy with me. Winter is on its way, and it's my responsibility to feel anypony under my ownership. Unfortunately, this bitch not only can't pull her weight, but is going to drag us all down with her. Fuck, I only traded her off those raiders so that I at least got something out of that fucking deal. But aint got the supplies to feed a useless mouth, much less two of em soon enough.

Astra sat down, showing her visibly pregnant belly, only having at most two months until the foal was due. The raiders had their fun with her daly, to the point that she'd become quite skilled at pleasing them. But as time went on, the inevitable occurred, and she found herself pregnant. Not that Astra even cared at that point. But Skull Cracker seemed to be bothered by it, and as soon as they could, the Bone Jackets sold Astra off for more chems and booze. Then Astra was used by the slaver to provide service to potential customers, leading to this deal.

Being talked about as just an object was nothing new for Astra anymore, so she wasn't bothered by being called a burden. To her, she was just that, a burden.

Midway tapped his chin for a moment and shrugged. “Okay, but you're twisting my leg here. So why don't ya throw in a discounted box of .308's, and call it a deal.”

The slaver chewed on her tabaco for a bit before spitting it to the ground. “Fuck it, fine. Ain't using those bullets anymore.”

With an exchange of caps, Modway loaded up his cart with the collection of junk and other trade goods. The slavers had no use for old gears and springs, but Friendship City was always in need of spare parts for their drawbridge, so this was going to be a rather profitable venture. The only problem was his new slave.

Having her sit in the cart, Midway knew this was going to be a loss unless he put her to work. The broken mare might have had a lot of charm at some point, but the raiders had worked her over quite a bit. Midway was actually surprised she still had a horn, as breaking it off was common when raiders took unicorn slaves. Other than that, she was malnourished and bruised, looking more like a severe chem addict than a proper sex slave. So pimping her out wasn't going to get him much in the way of caps until he got her more healthy looking. There was also the pregnancy issue, which the best thing he could do was give the foal to Fillydelphia, that is if the foal was even alive. He could sell the foal, but even that business was a line he wasn't even willing to go nere. Last he heard about ponies doing that, even Redeye put a bounty on their heads.

“Hay, missy, got a name, any skills?” Midway asked.

Astra just looked in the distance, not really paying attention to much of anything.

With a shrug, Midway trotted off, pulling the cart behind him.

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Midway let out a grunt as he finished off inside Astra. The two had been held up in an old cabin for the last few days as a storm raged on. It wasn't quite winter yet, but the weather was getting rougher, and Midway was sure that they would be stuck in Friendship City by the time the snow really started setting in.

Pregnant mares weren't really his thing, but over the last few weeks of actually being properly fed and washed, his slave turned out to be a bit of a looker. Midway figured that if he held off selling her for a few months, and kept feeding her properly, she’d make a good sex slave on the market, maybe even Ursas Rest might buy her. That also meant holding onto the foal for a bit longer, but it might be worth it.

The only issue right now was how loose she was, but Midway knew that with a bit of time and some medical potions, her pussy sould tighten up enough to be more enjoyable.

Astra sat their leaking body fluids, her swollen breasts Speeting milk now and then. Having just one partner had done well to settle her mind, along with not having sex nonstop, as both the raiders and slavers had pass her around every day to the point she long since lost cout of how many ponies shes fuck, and in which hole. A life she had gotten used to, and now that it didn't happen, she felt… insecure.

As though by instinct, Astra cuddled up to Midway, partly for warmth, but also just to… feel.

Midway himself didn't know how to feel about it, but let the mare hold onto him. If he was going to keep her around for longer, he might as well make it more comfortable for the both of them.

She then began stroking his cock, not even looking at him, just out of habit. That too Midway let happen. “You know, this would be a lot easier if I had a name. Can't just keep calling you bitch or slave. Most ponies see that as bad manners.” He said half joking.

Astra's ears flicked at that, now actually listening. Looking over, she noticed that his cock was in her hoof, causing her to sigh. “It's…. Astra.” She said meekly.

“That's a… unusual name. But a cute name.” Midway commented, knowing that it wasn't a common wasteland name.

Blushing, Astra avoided talking by giving him a blowjob, which Midway responded by putting his hoof on her head for a better deepthroat.

. . . . . .

The storm finally began to clear up, and the two were finally able to move again. The tinkling of bells could be herd as Midway fucked Astra, both having a brahman bell around her neck and smaller bells attackec to her nipples.

They had gotten bored, and had been creative with sex.

With a gulp, Midway finished drinking Astra's milk, glad nopony was around to see it. He figured it was best to not let it go to waste, and anyways, she was eating a lot of his food. She had also began to fill out more because of the food, her curves beco ing more visible, making it harder for Midway to not fuck her.

“Moo!” Astra loudly went, as she quivered in pleasure. Midway had gotten a lot better a getting her off, far better than the raiders ever could. So sex had actually become more fun, and less of a choir for her. She was also filled with more energy due to the food, resulting in her being more proactive in sex, and lasting longer despite the pregnancy. “M… Master. N… now that we can mm. Mooo!” Another thrust into her sent her into climax again. “Move… where are… we going.”

Midway had thought long and hard about his next stop before Friendship City, and he knew he needed a lot more caps if he was going to bribe the guards to ignore the literal sex slave. That and have the money to afford to keep feeding her until winter has passed.

There was a mining village not too far off, lots of stallions, not many mares, and no whore house for miles. As Midway held onto Astra's now very gabable hips, and went deep into her ass, he knew this was a good plan as he unloaded into her.

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Everything should have gone smoothly, and there should have been a line of thirsty miners lining up to gang bang Astra, but instead there was a bunch of annoyed mares. Turns out that the miners all got married a year ago, and their mares kept them on a short leash.

“So no fucking, master?” Astra asked as she looked over his shoulder from the cart. Over the last couple of weeks, Astra had gotten more open and chatty. “We can just do it if they don't.” She said, nibbling on his ear.

To Midway's pleasant surprise, Astra had a considerable high limbedo, and was always up for sex. He wasn't shure if she was always like this, or if the raiders realy fucked her up in thevhead, but he wasn't goin to complain. “No… well maybe in a bit. Right now I need to find a way to make a lot of caps, since whoring you out isn't going to work.”

The miners had a lot of raw materials, but Midway knew nothing about rocks, and who valued what. He was a junk merchant, sometimes arm's dealer, occasionally a slaver, and right now a shitty pimp. So he held the list of trade goods the miners had available, along with a few samples, all rocks as far as he knew, likely best used to make concrete.

Astra leaned forward, pressing her pregnant belly and swollen tits on Midway's back, and pointed at one dull rock. “I think that's orichalcum! They have it listed as copper, but I'm sure it's orichalcum”

“Ori-what now?” Midway asked, not recognizing the word.

“Orichalcum.” Astra repeated. “It's a magic resistant metal that's commonly used in making magic suppressing rings for unicorn, magic resistant locks, and spark battery casings.”

Memories of her father returned to Astra, of him teaching her about magic and magical artifacts.

Midway raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you can read?” He then passed her the clipboard that held the manifesto. “Tell me, do you see anything else wrong here?”

It was a hunch, but if Astra was more then she let on, it could increase her value a lot. Reading alone elevated any slave to a personal assistant, which sold a lot more than a sex slave dose.

Levitating the clipboard, Astra flipped through the pages in a blink of an eye. “Well the spelling and grammar are bad, real bad, and I don't think the ponies here even know what half the stuff they have is. Most of it is useless, I think, just regular rocks, but the glittering sand looks like crushed gemstones, the copper is orichalcum, and their cave mushrooms look like radiation absorbing mushrooms.”

“Are you sure?” Midway further asked, and Astra nodded. “And if I get those three, what are they worth?”

Astra shrugged, “don't know, but the sand and orichalcum can be used to make crude spark batteries, and the mushrooms into a rad-away potion.”

Midway thought about it, and those were in-demand items, and sold for a lot. But not the raw materials as far as he knew. “Can you make them?”

“Only the potion, but I know how the spark batteries were made.” She told him.

It wasn't much, but it could net him far more than whoring out Astra could have if he played his cards right. Actually, not only could Astra read, but she seemed very intelligent, more intelligent then maybe the common wastelander. But she could just be fucking with him, not the first time a mare tricked him into dropping his guard.

Still, if she was right, Midway might still make a good profit this year. “Alright, I'll trust you, and if you're right on this… I might keep ya around.” It was stupid trusting what was just an empty headed whore nearly a month ago, but a merchant never makes it big by not taking risks.

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To Midway's pleasant shock, Astra's had been right, and Friendship City was more than willing to buy the raw materials. Turns out they needed the crushed gemstones and orichalcum for their generator, and radiation storms had been more common lately, so radiation medicine had gone up in value. Along with the junk, so Midway had made enough to wait out the winter in comfort and still have enough caps to get back to business on a high note.

Midway also managed to avoid having to bribe anypony more than normal by claiming Astra as his wife. Fortunately, as Astra became more comfortable, she started losing some of the habits she had as a slave, even healing up enough that nopony could see any scars common for slaves on her. Though she still gave the inpecter a blow job to avoid any pressing questions, and give a promise for a visit later, but that was just business. For everypony else, Astra was just an overly affectionate wife with wide hips and dick sucking lips, a prize for anypony to have as a wife.

And so, Midway had unloaded his cart, and booked their home for the next few months. They needed room for the baby, and any potential visitors, but Midway was sure he didn't need to whore Astra out with the daps he made. Anyways, keeping her all to himself waa sounds better every day.

. . . Six months later. . .

Midway wondered where he had gone wrong, in what way had he fucked up, but he knew he had made the the number one error, don't get attached!

Astra smirked as she held her sleeping daughter, sitting on her husband's lap, cock deep inside of her. “Oh come in now, you know it was bound to happen. We fuck every day.”

He couldn't resist her, not anymore, and now she got him by the balls, figuratively and literally. “But are you sure?”

“Middy, you know I'm not stupid, and I know when I'm pregnant, and you're the only dick I let in this hole.” Astra then moved her hips in the way to squeeze his dick, forcing him to climax. “You're going to be a father, no doubt about it.”

Midway really didn't know what to say or do. He had only planned on keeping Astra as an apprentice, maybe a partner. But she kept up the marriage lie even after leaving Friendship City, and he let her. Now he was thinking that it wasn't so bad. But with another mouth to feed on its way, they needed to step up their game. Fortunately Astra was real smart, and took to the merchant life better than he could have guessed. She just had him by the balls how.

Well Astra was beautiful, so it wasn't all that bad.