Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

She was almost there, just one more thrust and squeeze and there it was, climax. The stallion collapsed from under her, letting out his load, and was finally freed from the mare's death grip by hips. Finally satisfied, she got up and looked around at the room of passed out stallions. She still had the energy for another round or two, but the stallions clearly didn't.

Another mare poked her head into the tent, looking rather disappointed. “You do know your sister calling you a slut isn't a challenge, Centrifuge.”

Centrifuge sighed as she trotted over the stallions, finding a cloth to clean her and her glasses. “Ya ya, fuck you to, Obsidian.”

Obsidian blew a raspberry at her best friend, teasing her with a “Not making that mistake again!” she then trotted in, observing the damage. “But seriously, not even your mom has this kind of stamina, and she's the mother of sluts.”

Flicking a bit of cum at her friend, Centrifuge grumbled. “Please don't call her that.”

“But Miss Flask Shaker is your mother.” Centrifuge then glared at her. “Okay, okay, no more slut jokes. But seriously, why did you fuck all of the stallions, I mean, I had my eye on the one over there, but I don't think he will have the energy for it before they leave.”

“Oh, right. Sorry about that.” Centrifuge apologized.

Obsidian shrugged. “It's fine, he looks a bit short in the cock anyways. Now let's get going before your mom finds out about this. We can go by the stream on our way back.”

Following her friend, Centrifuge trotted out of the caravan camp, blowing a kiss at one of the Stallions before dipping down the valley. There, one of Obsidian's sisters was waiting for her, a cargiclaw pony hybrid by the name of Ruby.

“Ha! I knew it, you snuck off to see the stallions again!” Ruby said accusingly, pointing a claw at her sister.

“No, Centrifuge snuck off to fuck the stallions, I'm just collecting her.” Obsidian told her.

Ruby clammed up at the admission. “F… fu?”

Jumping into the stream, Centrifuge decided to tease the tribe's little princess, caressing the younger mare's side with her hip. Though she had fur, Ruby also had crystal scales under them, making her side a bit hard to the touch “If you want. Next time you can join us.”

She glared back. “N.. no way.. you… whore!”

Centrifuge splashed a bit of water at her before taking a dip to clean off the rest of the stallion spunk. “Suit yourself, but your going to need to find a suitor soon, and that will involve fucking.”

Shaking the water off, Centrifuge's mane puffed up, nearly covering her entire face. Leaving it as it is, since her mane was just a pain in the ass to even try and tame, they left Ruby in the water and trotted up the trail back home.

There several ponies were standing about outside the medicine tent, many getting looked at by auntie Bunsen and Gecko, preparing them for the ceremony. Ponies came from all around for healing, believing that we were blessed by sacred beasts, and had healing powers. All just theater, but not entirely wrong. The sacred beast was just Uncle Ghost, a smart mutant cagigator, who's sacred cave has a laboratory inside. Centrifuge's aunt and mother made potent medicine and chems in that lab, which they would either sell, or use in the rituals. The hybrids like Ruby generally stay out of sight, but as children of the sacred beast, sometimes take part of the ritual for added flare.

Sneaking to the medicine mare tent, to Centrifuge's annoyance, her mother was there waiting for her. “You just couldn't keep a lid on it, could you?” Flask Shaker said accusingly, she dressed up for the big group ritual, and was very visibly pregnant.

Flask was a bonafede broodmare of the tribe, having eight foals now despite becoming an old mare, with the ninth likely being her last. Centrifuge didn't mind, as she loved her brothers and sisters, but she wished her mother would just stop drinking that aphrodisiac fertility potion.

“Wh… what?” Centrifuge attempted to play ignorant.

Flask rolled her eyes. “Don't what me, you have, I went stallion hunting all over your face.” she then sighed. “We'll talk about this later, just please tell me you used a contraceptive potion first?”

Centrifuge scoffed at that. “Mom, I'm not some broodmare like you!”

Flask let out an annoyed huff at her eldest daughter as she aggressively applying the paint to Centrifuge's face. “Unlike you, I don't go fucking strangers, and whenever your father impregnates me, it's a blessing.”

“First off, ew.” Centrifuge said as she sat very still. “And second, he needs drugs to even get in the mood now. Seriously, I worry about you both.”

“For a ghoul, I think he's remarkably well put together.” Obsidian commented

“Thanks Obsidian, unfortunately we still don't know why he hasn't fallen apart like other ghouls here, but I like to think it's love.” Flask said as she finished painting her daughter's face, and grabbed the ceremonial robes. “That said, maybe it's time you find a husband, Jasper dose have a thing for you, despite your… eccentricities.”

“Jaspers a cuck mom, he likes me because I fuck other ponies. If I was going to take a husband, they're going to need a backbone first.” Centrifuge complained. For her he was a good fuck, but the fact he wasn't possessive at all was a big turn off for her.

Obsidian let out a sigh, “I know what you mean. The poor bastard got no game despite having such a rocking body. Still, worth a shot if nopony else is available.”

Both Flask and Centrifuge glanced at Obsidian, knowing that if Jasper even tried, he'd easily get Obsidian as his mare.

Centrifuge let herself be dressed like a little filly, letting out a sigh as her mother fussed. “Why must I lead the ceremony, can't Auntie do it again?”

“Bunsen and I has done the main ceremony too much lately, and we can't have either of us overdosing. Unlike the rest of us, you're resistant, and you know how to brahmanshit ponies.” Flask explained as she did the last touches on Centrifuge, making her daughter look the part of a mystical oracle. “And frankly, if Bunsen and I keep doing it, we're going to become irreversibly addicted.”

“Then why do this anyways?” Centrifuge asked. “I mean, now that the sun's out and the radiation's gone, we don't have to live here anymore.”

“Oh, I heard there's plenty of land up north, so long as you pay tribute to the ganggers.” Obsidian suggested.

Flask thought about it for a moment and shrugged. “Maybe, Flintknife has mentioned that the raiders and scavengers have been getting more bold lately. With the radiation gone, it's easier for them to get around these parts. But we can talk about this later, you need to go to the seers tent before our honored guest gets there.”

Pushed out, Centrifuge quickly trotted off to one of the more decorated tents. A guard station of their guests saw her, so Centrifuge spent a bit extra time wiggling her flank at him, and he clearly liked what he saw.

Inside the dimly lit tent was Centrifuge's little sister Crucible, and Gecko's daughter Tremper, both getting the chems in the air just right. Both were like her, having ghouls for parents, so the light amount of chems didn't affect them much, nor did the darkness.

Crucible resembled her father more, and lacked the same outgoing nature as Centrifuge, making them near exact opposites. Tremper was a near complete albino, all white with golden highlights and eyes. To Crucible's annoyance, Tremper was like an introverted version of Centrifuge, even looking up to Centrifuge for advice, despite still being a virgin.

“Sis, thank Celstia you're here, our guess will be here any minute!” Crucible said in mild panic, “Please tell me you haven't been sneaking moms pipe?”

As much as Flask denied it, she and her sister were very much functioning addicts, and everypony knew it, but never said it to their faces. And frankly, they were terrifying when sober, so everypony let them stay high. Centrifuge also liked to sneak her mothers concoctions too, but they were always too weak for her to really get high, unless she upped the doses.

Centrifuge rolled her eyes at her sister. “No I'm not fucking high right now, now you both git, before I slap your cunts.”

“Ew.” Tremper and Crucible said before trotting off, Tremper giving Centrifuge a knowing nod as she left.

Truthfully, Centrifuge didn't know what to do with Tremper, other than helping her have a good first time, as weird as it sounded. She at least got permission from their mothers over it, so once she's older, Centrifuge would have an apprentice in stallion hunting, as weird as that sounded.

Getting into position, and smelling the chem that saturated the air, though not enough to affect her in any significant amount, a normal pony was going to have a real fun time here. It wasn't enough to give a pony a full blown trip, but they were going to see and feel things, which was the point. Ponies believed they will get some spiritual guidance through this, and some sort of blessing, though what blessing, Centrifuge forgot to ask. But the two most common were blessings for strength in battle or blessing for fertility.

So when a young and beautiful mare trotted in, Centrifuge was sure it was a fertility ritual that was requested. Though the smell of the chems didn't quite feel right, like it was a mix of both.

The mare herself was rather well dressed, being furs and colorfully quilted materials, along with a decorated large revolver, all looking very new and smelled of black powder. It screamed Bandit clan to Centrifuge, as they were the few groups that actively made black powder guns. Something else about her was also odd and familiar, that she had a green glow in her eyes.

They were alike, Centrifuge was sure of it.

That also meant she wasn't high at all, not a damn bit. “Seriously, you know it ruins our whole setup if the chems can't take effect.”

The mare smiled, showing off a few naturally pointed teeth. “So you're a waste pony too, not many of us so far outside the nopony lands. Well, what used to be the nopony land.”

Letting out a sigh, Centrifuge sat back in an unladylike fashion, practically showing off all her goods to the mare. “So that's what we are called, mom just called us living ghouls. That aside, I still got to give ya a blessing, just that is hard without you being high and such. So, which blessing are you seeking?”

“War and fertility.” She answered. “Since the Gardens of Equestria stripped away the protection of the radiation, raiders and scavengers have been invading our territory. My clan can fight them, but it's only a matter of time until we are whittled down to nothing. So we're heading north to Desperados territory, and will be joining one of their chapters. I’ll be joining the chapter leader harem, and we'll be offering him a hundred scalps of the invaders as a show of our worth.”

That was rather heavy to Centrifuge, and very bad ass. It also explained why she needed both. Though to her, it was a shame, as she was very cute, and small for a bandit mare. Also her type when it came to mares. Big strong stallions all the way, but with mares, small and meek was her thing.

Still, she was a bandit, and probably could easily kill her with one hoof.

“I can sympathize with your plight.” Centrifuge told the mare as she got up and trotted to the infuser, pulling out two jars of chem infused oils from a nearby basket. “It's become a problem for us as well, and we too might have to leave these lands if it gets worse.” Pouring a bit of oil into the water filled clay bowl, and adding more charcoal to up the fire, the chem became thicker in the air. Centrifuge was sure she was going to need to add enough chems to kill a normal pony for it to work, but at least she'll have fun too. “Now I'm not that good at getting my measurements right, and might get a bit… physical.”

The mare gently removed her fur cloak, showing off her small, but very toned frame. “My union with the Desperados is purely political, but if I had to choose, I'd fancy a mare like you over a stallion.” She licked her lips at Centrifuge, then said. “Names Snakebite, of the Diamond Ridge Clan.”

“C… Centrifuge.” She told Snakebite, feeling a bit intimidated by her as she added the other chem to the bowl and a bit more coal to ensure the chems were properly infused. Centrifuge's head was already feeling a bit light from it, which was a good and bad thing.

Trotting back over to the mare, she picked up a jar of “ceremonial” paint.

“I mark you as a warrior, may strength and… you know… victory finds you.” Centrifuge tried to remember the lines as she applied the paint to the mare, but her head was starting to swim a bit, and vision blur. “And may you… have many foals… ya, just do a lot of fucking, and your good. If that doesn't work, my mother can make you a potion for it.” she said, giving up on making it correct as she applied more paint to her.

It was all part of the show, but Centrifuge would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it.

The chems were starting to affect Snakebite as well, making it hard for her to concentrate. “Fucking… easy enough.” She huffed as she reached up and caressed Centrifuge's cheek. “I'd start with you though.”

Centrifuge knew this was going to lead to trouble, but Snakebite was too damn hot to not fuck.

Kissing, Centrifuge was pleasantly surprised when Snakebite shoved her tongue in Centrifuge's mouth. The two then fought for dominance with their tongues, both having piercings that acted like ceremonial weapons, clashing one on the other. Though Snakebite was strong, Centrifuge had a higher resistance to the chems, and skill, so quickly got the upper hoof.

Pushing the smaller mare on her back, Centrifuge had to pause as Snakebite had sizable tits for her actual size, not massive, but lots bigger than her own. So Centrifuge applied paint to them, playing with the mare as she did. She very much enjoyed the slap sound the tits could make before playing with the nipple rings Snakebite had with her mouth.

Centrifuge was sure she had the same low sensitivity as she had, as just like her, Snakebite had pierced genitals, though unlike her, Snakebite didn't look like she got much action, not that it mattered to her. “So, how many partners have you had?” She asked Snakebite.

The bandit blushed and looked away.

This put a wide smile on Centrifuge's face. “Are you a virgin?”

Snakebite blushed even harder.

Now there was no way Centrifuge was going to pass this up. Crawling on top of the mare, smearing more paint on her, she sat tit to tit, cunt to cunt. “Piercings like this is a sign of an experienced mare, didn't you know?”

The mare hid her eyes, looking a bit ashamed. “My sister said it would help when I meet my husband.”

That got Centrifuge to sigh, not unsympathetic to the situation. Half the time if she didn't have piercings in, she hardly felt much pleasure. It would have been a disaster for her to act like a dead fish for her first time, for both of them. “It certainly will, but let me teach you a few… tricks. You might not be that interested in stallions, but you're going to want yours wrapped around your hooves, right.”

Snakebite nodded. “To ensure my clan's survival, I must do this, so please, teach me.”

Centrifuge knew that if anypony could teach her some real tricks in sex, it was Auntie Bunsen, but right now, she really wanted to show her what she knew. Rotating her hips, Centrifuge made sure to play thoroughly with the mares tits, doing her best to get the two of them off. “Rule one, always have fun, even if the stallion’s not that good, if you're enjoying yourself, they are too.”

Snakebite let out a moan to Centrifuge's enjoyment.

As they continued to rub up on eachother, they began to hallucinate, though Centrifuge was able to keep it under control. Snakebite on the other hoof was mentally drifting off, the mare finding more energy to move her own hips. With a loud moan, Centrifuge finally climaxed, with Snakebite having done so twice. So Centrifuge moved, getting the both of the cunt to mouth for a more relaxed time as they worked off the chems.

Fortunately they had a few hours until anypony checked on them, so as not to disrupt the “ritual.” Giving Centrifuge plenty of time teaching this mare's body in the ways of pleasure.

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Fortunately the chems burnt away quickly, with any lingering chems drifting through the now open air vent in the tent. Both Centrifuge and Snakebite were completely covered in the paint, both looking like different ponies from it, which helped with the idea of the blessing. Though Centrifuge made sure to leave hoofprints on Snakebite's tits and ass, even if it wasn't necessary.

As they left the tent, it was already sunset, meaning that her clan was likely going to stick around for the night. Not a problem for her tribe, and gave Obsidian another chance at scoring a stallion. Peeking not far off was Tremper and Crucible, likely having snuck a peek at the ritual, and as prude as Crucible was, she was still very much her sister. Tremper on the other hoof gave a knowing nod, and Centrifuge winked back. She was still young, but Centrifuge was definitely taking that mare under her proverbial wing.

Reaching the border of the ritual area, a group of ponies waited for them, likely the important ponies of the Diamond Ridge Clan, of which, many were waste ponies like herself. But now wasn't the time to speculate about others just like herself, it was time for Snakebite to give her speech.

The thoroughly painted mare trotted forth, chest out with pride. “We have been given our blessing, for lord Ghost, king of the mountain, has seen us worthy. Strike down those who invade our home, drive fear into their souls, and make them tell stories of us for generations. But once that has been achieved, we must leave, we must seek new life elsewhere. Until the day comes that the outsiders lose interest and leave these mountains, we will live in the grand prairie, grow our numbers, and forge alliances. And if the outsiders refuse to leave, we will return and make them leave.”

A cheer came from the bandit clan, it filled with a somber hope, and plenty of bloodlust. Centrifuge understood completely, as there was no way their clan could win out against the wasteland. Over time they would be grinded down to nothing, the survivors absorbed by other groups, or just going raider, ending their history. At least with this plan their clan can survive, possibly return to their home one day.

Centrifuge also worried for her own family, and what currently threatened the Bandit clan would one day turn on them. Ghost was just another mutant to the rest of the wasteland, same for his foals, including her brother and sister. And the rest of them, they were too far out to have protection from the slavers, so it would be inevitable that one day they too would become targeted.

Still, Flask and Bunsen were smart mares, very smart. And Centrifuge knew they must have a plan. So she shoved her worries to the back of her mind, and whispered to Snakebite. “If you're spending the night here, why not spend it in my tent.”

The smaller mare smiled at her. “I was planning too.”