Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

Nopony Rides for Free.

The rhythmic rattling of Midway's cart helped keep the unicorn stallion's mind focused as he pulled it down the long soggy road. He would have taken the shorter route, but the raiders in this area liked to set up a checkpoint on it, in which nopony here ever did anything to stop. And he was not about to pay any of the fees they demanded. Midway was too few in caps, and had no chems to pay them with, not that he liked dealing with chems in the first place. What supplies he did have he couldn't afford to lose or he’d risk having to sell his cart just to eat, which was not going to happen. Nor was he going to fuck the raiders to get through, which was always a bad gamble from what Midway had seen and heard. Since the raiders in these parts were more likely to just keep their victim and sell the pony off to the slavers that regularly pass through here.

So it had taken him several long days to travel this far just to avoid the raiders and mutants, and it would be several more days until he got to the Ursa's Rest trade hub. With how long it had been taking him, it was understandable why so many merchants paid for Redeye's protection. As costly as it was, he'd likely already been at his destination by now, and moving onto Friendship City. At least Midway had stocked up on plenty of hard tack and purified water, so as long as he was not attacked, he would be fine, and making out with a decent profit.

“Hello!?” the voice of a mare called out.

Slowing down, Midway cocked his revolver, fully knowing he was still in raider territory, and anything could be a trap. Scanning his eyes around, they fell onto what at first looked like a lump of mud, but with eyes. The earth pony mare took a step forward and Midway drew his revolver.

“You there, not any closer! Who are you and what do you want?” Midway demanded, keeping an eye out for an ambush.

“S… Sorry.” the mare said with a trembling voice. “I… I’m Pecan…. And I was wondering if you… if it’s okay to let me ride on your cart. I’ve been well… trotting for a long time, and I don't think I can make it the rest of the way.”

This was nothing new to Midway as he holstered his revolver. She was just another wastelander; cold, half starved, likely sick, and definitely looking for hoofouts. “Let me guess, avoiding the raider checkpoint?”

The muddy mare nodded. “My Ma and Pa always told me to never go near them. Said that even if I had the caps or chems to pay em, they would just keep me anyways. So I took the long way around, and got caught in the rain and mud.”

Midway rolled his eyes, thinking that she was a typical wastelander with a high opinion of themselves. At best they’d just rape her for a day and then try to sell her off, since most wastelanders aren't worth the fuck unless you’re drunk or high. Still, it wasn’t going to hurt him to at least help her out a little.

“Right, well can you at least wash yourself off first, I don’t want my merchandise to get any more dirty then they already are.” he then pointed to a rather nasty looking puddle, it having a rainbow shine of some sort of magical contamination on its surface.

Surprisingly, the mare nodded and did just that, only adding to Midways low opinion of the mare. She likely already had a mutation or two if she was this carless.

It had been a few days since Pecan last washed herself, Pa having taught her that mud was the best camouflage in the wasteland. Everything was either brown or gray out here, and the unending cloud cover kept things rather dim. But now she was starving, and her legs were considerably worn from days of unending trotting. She needed this ride or she was not going to make it to Ursa’s Rest.

Watching the mare, Midway cocked an eyebrow as the mud washed off, leaving a pinkish mare with dark blue stripes. A zony was exceptionally rare and one with colored stripes too. She also didn’t look as thin as he originally thought she would. Still thin, but it looked more natural then from the starvation that plagued wastelanders. Actually she looked strangely healthy for a wastelander, and rather… cute.

“Say, where did you come from, and why are you out here, if you don’t mind me asking? The name's Midway by the way.” He politely asked.

She shifted her eyes nervously as she washed the last of the mud off her, a bit of the rainbow slick clinging to her hooves, yet not bothering her in the slightest. “I… um, I’m from the Harvester farms further south… Ma and Pa recently died when raiders attacked. Got 'em good, but they got got too. But when my siblings from Pa’s first two wives came around, they were not too keen to keep me around, so they ran me off. With me not being a full blooded pony and all. So I’m hoping to start anew in Ursus Rest, maybe see if they need a farmpony.”

A bit more than Midway thought he was going to get, but not all that out of the normal. If he had a cap for every time he came across a pony tossed out of their home due to family bickering, he’d have over a hundred. And knowing how situations like this gose, it wouldn't be a week or two before she was sucking cock for a few measly caps. That or dead in some back alley, or gone raider out of desperation.

“Alright, but before you get on, we need to talk about payment.” Midway told Pecan, and she cringed at that, which was not the best sign for her. “You're wanting a ride, and seeing you got no weapons on you, you're also going to rely on me for protection. On top of that, I’m betting you want some food and water. Well none of that comes free, ya hear.”

“But… I have nothing. My siblings took everything and threw me out. It’s just a ride, and I’ll be real quiet, I promise.” Pecan pleaded.

Not his first time hearing that, and will not be his last. Everypony is out for themselves out here, a lesson Midway learned the hard way long ago. To Midway, It was best to make boundaries here before other ponies think to even try to take advantage of him. Fuck or get fucked as the saying gose. And it was not like he would get a chance to be around such an exotic mare again any time soon.

Now that he thought about it, Pecan was close to his type.

“Here, listen filly, no pony is without nothing to trade. If ya got nothing but your body, then use your body.” Midway told her.

Pecan was stunned at the statement. “Y… you're talking about prostitution! That I can’t do, no way can I”

“Then I’ll just be on my way then, as you have nothing else to trade.” Midway told the mare, making sure to pull his cart forward a step to further make his point.

Nervously, Pecan bit onto her hoof. Knowing that she didn’t have the strength to chase after the stallion if he did leave. She just didn’t have the energy. “But you're asking too much.”

Taking another step forwarded, Midway saw the mare flinch, clearly not wanting to be left behind. So he gave her a little push. “Alright, how a quickie, nothing much, just until I finish.”

“But” She said, still nervous about doing even that.

“Then a blow job, otherwise I’m wasting my time.” Midway began to move again, making sure to go just slow enough to give the mare time to think.

“Fine!” she shouted. “I… I can do that. So just let me ride, please.”

Midway gave his best Merchant smile. “Alright, but payment is up front, not later okay.”

Slowly trotting over, Pecan trembled as she said, “I… understand.”

Removing his rains, Midway sat back and took a relaxed position, giving Pecan full view of his sheath and balls. “Oh, and if you bite me, the deal's off, alright!”

Pecan nodded, unsure how to even start. So reaching out, she touched the sheath with her hooves, knowing what it was and what to do. Her Ma and Pa were never shy about loving each other, so she had unintentionally seen them having sex several times.

How'd Ma do it? Pecan thought to herself, digging up the uncomfortable memories.

Fondling Midways balls, slowly drawing out his cock, Pecan cringed as she looked at it. It wasn't anything she hadn’t seen before, Brahmin, Dogs, and other animals had cocks too, but this was the first time seeing one so up close, much less touching one belonging to another pony.

Doing her best to swallow her nervousness, Pecan steeled herself as she continued to rub Midway's cock, watching it become fully erect. She didn't want to do this, but she also needed the ride, and there was no guarantee another pony would pass by anytime soon. And if they did, the next time they might not ask like Midway had.

Licking his cock, it didn't taste good, but it didn't taste bad either. Then again, Pecan never had much of a sense of taste in the first place. Something she inherited from her Ma, who had a bad habit of eating anything that got into her mouth, no matter how rotten.

Midway watched, noticing that Pecan's tongue was nearly black, as she sloppily licked his cock, it’s clearly her first time doing this. Which was good for Midway, as it meant she was probably clean from any STD's. Though her clearly being a mutant was a bit concerning.

Then again, Midway thought, it did make her more exotic. But Midway didn't take part in the slave trade. Too many dangerous ponies involved in that now, all wanting their cut in the caps. Last thing he needed was a bandit paying him a visit for encroaching on their territory.

As the thought ran through his head, Midway realized he was only barely enjoying the blowjob. Pecan had begun to suck, taking it into her mouth, but hardly going in deep. And after a sloppy minute, Midway shot his load.

Pecan cringed back, taking the last pump to her face as she stuck her tongue out, cum dripping off her dark blue tongue.

"Fuck was that!" She said, spitting midways cum to the ground. "Is it supposed to do that?"

Midway sighed, having barely even enjoyed it, and telling the mare, "yes, it does that. Now you can get on. I have plenty of food and drink, but only half a bottle and bar, they need to last the rest of this trip."

Pecan nodded as she washed her face off in the tainted puddle and trotted to Midways cart. It barely rocked as she got on, so putting his reins back on, Midway continued forward.

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Night fell onto the wasteland, blanketing the land in pitch black darkness, making further travel impossible. Midway had pitched a tent, feeling moisture in the air, meaning the rain would soon come. Fortunately this meant they were at no risk of raider attacks, so Midway brought out his storm lantern, its light able to keep some of the smaller critters away.

So as the rain began to fall, both Pecan and Midway settled in for the night, needing to squeeze up next to each other in the small tent.

"Tell me…" Pecan spoke up, having barely said a word since the journey started. "Do I have a chance out here?" She asked.

The stallion sighed. "To be honest, not really. Nopony is going to trust some pony from nowhere, not unless you're willing to do some dangerous work. Sorry to say, you don't look the type to go off killing things. You're likely to be taken in as a slave at best, at worst a slave heading to Fillydelphia."

Pecan felt disheartened by that, her own siblings telling her that she was good as dead out here. She did have a well off uncle in Filly, but Pa never much liked him, and warned her that he was just as likely to make her his sex slave as he was to help.

"But." Midway then said. "You could always sell yourself first. The casino is known for taking care of their slaves and workers, and are quite protective of them."

Again Pecan cringed at that, the idea of being a slave not sitting well with her.

"Just saying, if you have no skills ponies want, and are going to end up a slave anyways, best to choose who owns you, then a pony just taking you. Other than that, stay away from the chems, as addiction is a sure way to go raider." Midway informed the mare.

"Oh… okay." Pecan said, then returned to being quiet.

The two would quickly drift off to sleep, the patterning of the rain like a soothing lullaby. And the sawing, unending sawing.

Midway woke up in the dark, the sound of Pecan's snoring preventing him from staying asleep. Concentrating his magic to the tip of his horn, a dim glowing orb appeared, helping him see. Looking over to see the mare, Midway sighed with how defenseless she looked.

Her flank was sticking out at him, tail up, giving him a view of it all. Both her anus and pussy were tight looking and untouched. Then Midway got to thinking, to wondering if any other of her parts was like her tongue.

It wouldn't hurt to look.

Turning his lantern back on and keeping the light dim, Midway began inspecting the mare, moving her body with his magic. Pecan was in a deep slumber, almost as though dead if it wasn't for her shallow breathing and snoring. Looking inside her mouth, though the tips of her gums were pink, but like her tongue, further in was the same almost black dark blue. And holding his own breath, he saw that her other end was the same. Almost all of Pecan's insides were a dark blue, even her clit.

She then let out a slight moan as her leg twitched.

Freezing for a moment, Midway then relaxed as she started to snore again.

Though he had relaxed, his cock had not, it was still annoyed with her barely okay blowjob. So another thought crossed his mind, that she had barely paid him for all this. So why not take more.

Positioning the sleeping mare on her side, and keeping a leg slightly up, he positioned his cock between her thighs, and began slowly moving his hips back and forth. With each thrust Midway wanted more, needed more, and he would take more.

With one more thrust, he felt his cock enwrapped in the tight warmth of her pussy. His cock pulsed and quickly Midway pulled out, shooting a load on her back.

That's when he noticed the snoring had stopped, and trembling breathing from Pecan could be heard. "P… please… stop. It's not my safe…" She whimpered.

Breathing heavily, Midway looked at her, wondering what he was doing, not hearing her words. But as he tried to rationalize all this, he still couldn't get the feeling out of his head. That he wanted more. And he knew she wanted it too, why else was she in his tent, or agreed to suck his cock. He knew she wanted this just as much as he did.

Pecan yelped as she was rolled onto her back and under Midway, her heart racing with horror as he said. "Cone now, you want this just as much as I do."

She shook her head and tried to close her legs, but Pecan was still too weak, and could not resist the stallion. Letting out a whimpered as he then forced his way into her, all Pecan could do was cry as she was raped by Midway.

Grunting loudly, Midway had never been with a mare so tight, and better yet, zonies like her can't get pregnant, so it was fine. With a thrust, a trickle of blood came from Pecan's cunt, it signified that she was no longer a virgin, so he kept on thrusting. And finally it came, his body pulsing with pleasure as he began pumping his seed into her, it feeling nothing like before.

As warmth began to fill Pecans insides, she lay there motionless even as her body pulses with unwanted pleasure. She knew this was bound to happen, she was warned about it, and now it had happened. Pecan felt stupid, for not seeing this, and stupid for not seeing that her siblings hated her so much. That she was alone in the world, with having buried the only ponies who cared about her.

As Midway began to start fucking her again, Pecan began to understand that Midway was probably right. Nopony was going to want her, not out in the wasteland, but right now, Midway did. It hurt as he thrusted into her, but the pain was dulling, and as the pain dulled, pleasure rose. Right now Pecan was wanted, though it was only for her body, but she was wanted.

Both horror and pleasure mixed as Pecan began to move her own hips in rhythm with Midway's thrusts, making it all the more pleasurable, even if it hurt more. And then she leaned in, mouth open, like how she had seen her Ma and Pa do it. Midway reciprocated kissing her, which only fogged Pecan's mind more with pleasure.

She again thought, remembering what he had told her, that she wanted this as much as he did. It felt wrong, and she knew it was wrong, yet she needed him to survive right now, and right now he wanted her. So despite the wrongness, it also felt… right.

Midway then held onto Pecan's slender waist tightly, pressing himself deeply into her. Once again she felt him pump his load into her, and this time she accepted it, wanted it.

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"Alright, it's best to avoid about all the merchant stalls here, since the majority of trade here is the slave trade. An exotic mare like you would be worth quite a lot to the right pony." Midway explained as Pecan was deepthroating his cock. After a few days they had crested over a hill and Ursa’s Rest was in sight. The large Ursa shaped building was outlined in the cloudy sunset, an unmissable landmark for this area. "Instead you should go straight to the casino, the big bear building at the center of town, and request work there. You might get lucky and get a normal job, but you're guaranteed work in the brothel. No chance they'll pass up an exotic mare like you."

Midway's eye twitched as he orgasmed in her throat, and as Pecan pulled back, opening her mouth to show his load, she then swallowed it before asking "And I don't have to sell myself into real slavery?"

He shook his head. "The family that runs the casino are major slave traders, but they follow the old rules of the trade. Contracts for paying off debts, or putting criminals to work. That kind of thing. Nothing like how Redeye does things now. So it'll cost them less to just have you simply work for them and let you pay for your own living expenses. Also, it should open you up for other jobs if you gain their trust, since you're not at risk of running away. And if you save up enough money, you'll have an easier time changing to a new job later."

"And don't become addicted to chems." Pecan added, having been listening to Midway's every word with hazy eyes.

Patting her on the head, Midway felt a bit guilty for what he did, but now that she was acting like a cock hungry whore, it wasn't like he was going to stop her. Anyways, they still had one more night together, and there was still more to teach his little whore.

A sense of wrongness still lingered in Pecan's mind, but the feeling of being wanted by him overpowered it. Anyways, it was too late to turn back now. Having been counting the days, she knew it wasn't what her Ma called a safe day. So rubbing her stomach, she knew a piece of Midway was going to be staying with her. And that peace will need her and love her.