Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

At this point, Flask was just done with slavers, all slavers. Ya, some were actually decent ponies, but how they had to bend over backwards to justify their profession was really getting under Flask skin.

The cult that ran Green Rock mine were a relatively decent slave operation that used ghouls to mine for gemstones, as the mine was irradiated as fuck. That said, all the slaves wore bomb collars, as they could go “feral” at any moment, and were all “criminals.” Their crimes? Oh, being ghouls of course.

“And here they are safe from persecution, and can be a benefit to society. We insure their well fed, and they don't need to work if they don't want to. But we do offer them rewards for mining the gemstones.” A cute, but somewhat inbred mare informed Flask about their operation. Her left eye bounded around like some old toy that broke from within, which was extremely distracting.

The ponies here were part of some cult that worshiped Celestia, where their “father” was also their actual father, husband, and probably grandfather. It was overall severe levels of disgusting, and if they weren't so damn friendly, Flask might have just decided to end them like the raiders.

As for how Flask and Hanna so easily got into their “compound” Flask simply told them that she knew medicine and can make potions, and they practically dragged them in.

“Now if you have found any other lost souls, please be sure to bring them to us. It would be tragic if they were to hurt anypony.” She told her.

Their treatment of the ghouls didn’t bother Flask that much actually, it was that they weren't allowed to leave that was her problem. Ya, you're treated well, but if you run away, your head explodes. It was like they were some exotic pet that couldn't be aloud out into the wild.

Flask awkwardly smiled back. “I'll keep that in mind, miss?”

“Kamelion.” She said, one eye almost matching the other before drifting in a different direction. “Would you like to know more about our cult of the father?”

It really put Flask through a loop with how straightforward they were about their operation and that they were a cult. “You're… very honest about… this.”

She smiled wide, showing off her very mangled looking teeth, as though not one grew in the correct direction. “Honesty is one of our tenants. It's in the teaching of the six saints, with honesty, there is loyalty, generosity, laughter, kindness, and love.”

Flask was sure the saints were the ministry mares, and it was magic, not love.

“And why are you all, you know, with only the one stallion?” Hanna nervously asked.

Kamelion gasped, causing her lazy eyes to energetically bounce around. “I am soooo glad you asked. Father is the son and resurrection of Celestia herself, and through the thickening of blood, we will ensure Celestia is again reborn through us.”

“And that's why… there are no other stallions here?” Hanna further asked.

The inbred mare tilted her head at that. “Why would there be, they'd serve no purpose in helping Celestia be reborn.”

I jabbed Hanna in the side to get her not to ask any more questions like that. The group of abandoned young and inbred stallions the next town over was all we needed to know about this subject. They didn't cause any problems, but it was a tragic sight to see them struggle to even survive as the locals also ignored their existence.

But here, the ponies were fairly well off from the trade they got, and were protected by several robots. As for how they ended up as some messed up cult that used ghouls as slaves, and were probably the most friendly group she had ever met, Flask could only speculate.

Following Kamelion to a mess hall, it was filled with mares, many of which showed signs of mutation, and genetic degeneration. Truthfully, Flask was sure they only had another generation or two before complete gene death, and their young are all born stairel. Not that they would even listen to her if she told them.

The mares served up a kind of slope, it bland and texturless, with chunks of soffend hard tack in it. Both Flask and Hanna found it to be tolerable to eat, and just glad it wasn't rocks like some ponies had told them that they ate.

Truthfully, this was the exact opposite of Stable 69, making her understand why they were so strict with who paired up with who. This place was a horror story made real, but without the cannibals… she hoped.

“So you the medicine mare?” One mare asked, and Flask nodded, getting a vigorous hoof shake from the mare. “Oh it's so good to have you here, most medicine ponies don't come round here often due to the raiders. It's a big problem ya know.”

“I bet.” Flask agreed, happy in the fact that it probably wasn't as much of a problem anymore. “So… you haven't told me why you need me, is there somepony sick, or hurt?”

The mares let out an unnerving amount of laughter, and Kamelion then explained. “Oh no, we're all hunky dory here. It's just that Father needs a bit of help, that's all.”

Flask held back a cringe as she imagined what help they were suggesting. “Please don't tell me you want me to… join in after helping him.”

There was a paus, and laughter again. “Only if ya want to darling.” Kamelion said, lightly rubbing on Flask's thigh. “But we can’t have ya thinning the blood now can we.”

A sigh came from behind them. “Dear mother, don't go scaring off the medicine mare.” It was a younger, and fairly normal looking mare with a blindfold on, likely blind if Flask had to guess. “Maybe we should not delay in her helping father, it has been a while, right?”

Kamelion tutted at her daughter, “oh Gecko, I know the delay of your marriage ceremony to father has greatly troubled you, but no need to rush it. If you need mothers warm embrace, I'm more than happy-”

“No mother, that won't be necessary.” Gecko said, cutting her mother off. “Let me take our guests to our private room, so that she can get to work.”

“I think that's for the best.” Flask said, wanting this to be over, the sooner the better.

Kamelion let out a huff. “Alright, I'll go tell Father that his medicine will be here soon.”

Gecko bowed to her mother and slowly trotted off, with Flask and Hanna quickly following.

“Say, they never told us what medicine your father needs.” Hanna pointed out.

“That's normal.” Gecko said with a sigh. “Most of my mothers are… soft in the head.”

“And you're not?” Hanna rudely asked.

Gecko paused for a moment, thinking. “I… don't know actually. Maybe I will be in time, maybe fucking my father will force stupidity on me.”

“You… don't want to?” Flask asked.

Gecko giggled at that. “No, not in the slightest. But where would I go, I can't even see.”

Flask felt genuinely bad for the poor mare, and for the fucked up situation she was in. “Well, if you help us, then maybe we can take you with us. Do you have any skills?”

Gecko smiled, showing off a few crooked teeth, but not as nightmarish as her mothers. “I can sing and weave, I'm experienced with foal care, and can cook, oh! and I'm very good at muscle therapy.”

“Muscle therapy?” Flask said questionly.

“Here, I can show you while I explain what Father needs!” Gecko said excitedly.

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The pain shot up Flask's spine only to be replaced by a joyful sense of relaxation. She was unsure having Gecko trot on her back was a good idea, but now she was glad she let the mare do it.

“About my father, he's… unable to get an erection without medication, it's been that way since I was young.” Gecko explained as she worked a knot out of Flask back. “He used to be very active long ago, or so I'm told. It's why I haven't married my father yet, as my mothers occupies the time he is active, thank the saints.”

“And when were you supposed to marry him?” Hanna asked.

“Long ago, when I was… young.” She said both vaguely and matter-of-factly, which sent a cold shiver down Flask's and Hanna's spine. “Ya, I know. Since I've had years to think about it, I don't think I like stallions all that much, much less want to bear my fathers foal.”

“Don't tell me you sleep with-” Hanna was going to ask, but Gecko let out a loud huff.

“No… not by choice.” She said, losing another muscle. “But mother took it upon herself to prepare me for Father, and… well… I rather not talk about it.”

To Flask, that was very understandable, if disturbing. “If you want… I could help you get revenge.”

Gecko shook her head. “No, don't harm them. I know it's all messed up… but they're my family. I just… I just want my own life, that's all.”

Flask could also understand. As popular as her sister was, and as uninterested in her as her mother and father were, Flask still loved them. She even hoped to bring her sister with her back home, that is if she was okay with it.

“Alright, I can help do that. But, is there a way for you to help us free some of the ghouls?” Flask asked.

Gecko got to work on Flask legs, popping them. “Why would you, their happy here, safe here.”

A sigh escaped Flask's lips, realizing that though she wanted to be free, she still thought like the ponies here. “Just like you're happy and safe here?”

The young mare paused in thought again, “I… think I understand. I know the bomb collars are old and all run on the same signal, so if you turn it off you can safely remove them.”

“I'm surprised you know about that.” Hanna commented.

Gecko got to my inner thigh. “I've had a lot of time to learn about everything here.”

I tensed up as Gecko caressed my privates as she worked the muscle. “Ummm, I don't think you need to do… that.”

“It's how it's done… but if you're uncomfortable with me…” she said slowly moving her hoof away.

Both feeling a bit guilty, and now aroused, Flask sighed. “It's fine, just… I was startled, that's all. You can continue.”

Hanna laughed as she watched. “Hey, do me next!”

Gecko smiled as she got back to work.

Flask truly never felt this good in years, with Gecko working out every kink and knot with her smooth hooves. And when she got to her privates, Flask struggled to keep her legs open so as not to wrap them around Geckos head. Her tongue played with her like nopony had before. Hanna was good, but very forcefully, where Gecko was exceptionally skilled and gentle. Before she knew it, Flask was drooling as she came to a climax, then another came, and another, before she nerely passed out.

Gecko then climbed onto Flask, getting pussy to pussy, tit to tit. Rubbing herself on Flask, she then noticed the cold metal pierced on the mare, feeling good against her. Flask didn't want to know how experienced Gecko was with this, but she was glad she could feel it herself. Already on the edge, Flask passed out with a smile on her face.

Waking up several minutes later, Flask found herself watching the blind mare practically bend Hanna in half before giving her the same treatment as Flask got. Right then and there, Glak knew that keeping Gecko was a really good idea.

Once she was done with Hanna, Flask couldn't help herself and trotted up to Gecko. “Say, I think it's your turn.”

Gecko blushed, the younger mare already leaking fluid from her cunt. ‘I… Um… are you sure?”

Flask gave her a kiss, “Oh ya.”

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Flask was honestly surprised with how not disgusting the Father looked. Oh he was odd to be sure, and very inbred, but she had never seen a stallion look so old, yet so young, he was also very masculine, yet feminine. If it wasn't for his messed up teeth and all the incest, Flask would have considered him a bit fuckable, though still very repulsive. But she had fuck a ghoul and a mutant monster, so her idea of fuckable was likely not the norm.

As for her solution to his impotence, the venus root fertility potion proved more than effective. She tried to negotiate for the ghouls in exchange, but as she'd guessed, the cult wasn't going to let them go. Instead she got a whole bunch of Gemstones for giving him the hardest erection he had in years. And it was hard, and big, which answered why the mares here were so intent on getting this fuck machine working.

The good new was that the cult was very distracted now, the bad, Flask had to watch him fuck one of his daughters/sisters before the deal was done. It was an image now burned into her brain that only binging on chems could fix.

As the inbred mares lined up to finally get their turn, Gecko guided Flask and Hanna to the mine. A few of the mares gave them odd looks, but rushed off as soon as they heard that the father was back up.

“Say, what's with all the piercings down there?” Hanna asked Gecko.

The blind mare blushed. “Actually, a traveling merchant suggested it for me when I told him that I didn't actually feel much down there. It's a long story, and let's say that I'm probably infertile.”

“But you don't like stallions.” Flask pointed out in mild confusion.

Gecko nodded. “Yes, but sometimes we don't have enough gemstones to trade with, and some of us pay in other ways. Well he was right that it helps me feel, and the others here don't complain about it.”

Flask didn't need to hear any more about that, and did feel sorry for her.

The mine itself wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be, with several ghouls just lazing about like they weren't slaves.

“I hope it's not slop again, you know we still have taste buds unlike you lot.” a ghoul complained at Gecko, then eyed the two new guests. “Well well, ain't seen your face here before.”

“They're here looking for a Cast Iron and his friends.” Gecko told the ghoul, “Oh, and sorry about the food, we're still low on everything but oats.”

The ghoul let out a huff. “Ya ya, just try and buy some fancy colt cakes next time. And ya meen those fools? Ya, I can go get them.”

“Wait, you don't seem all that bothered being trapped here?” Flask asked.

The ghoul gave a shrug. “Ehhh, we may be slaves, but the cult ain't bad ponies. Soft in the head, but they mean well. We got food, shelter, our own little community, and all we need to do is mine a few gemstones a day, easy work. Ya, we can't leave, but where would we even go, most places hate us, even shoot ghouls on sight. Most of the time we just end up living like this, but with less food and no protection.”

Somehow, it reminded her of Stable 69, trapped underground, unable to leave, and too scared of the outside world to want to leave. If she had never been banished, she'd probably be still just existing, but not living, with her only escape being dream induced chems.

After a long moment, a few ghouls appeared, among them a worn, but mostly intact Cast Iron. “Fl… Flask!” He said in shock as she rushed over and gave him a hug. “Hay, I'm covered in radiation.”

“It's fine, I got potions for that.” Flask told him.

“But why are you here? What happened to you?” He quickly asked her.

She buried her face in his rough chest. “Does it matter? Let's just get out of here.”

They stayed like that for a moment, Cast patting her on the head. “I guess you have a solution to the bomb collars then?” Flask nodded. “Ya, then let's go.”