Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

Nagi let out a soft moan as she nuzzled Zaylee, the two embracing each other as they settled in for the night. Of course, they would have some fun first, and Nagi wouldn't have it any other way.

After taking out the Gator Gangers, to Nagi's joy, Zaylee stuck with her, not that the Zebra had anywhere to go, as the gangers had burnt down her home before taking her captive. What Nagi didn't expect, and to her good fortune, was that Zaylee was rather good with machines, really good with machines. By letting the Zebral tinker, she had doubled the gunpowder production by getting a few of the busted robots working. And now they had enough gunpowder to sell that they were set for all of winter. Nagi even considered returning to gunsmithing since she could afford new tools and materials.

But the thing Nagi was the happiest about was that Zaylee was into mares. She'd dropped a few hints occasionally, but Zaylee had not picked them up. It was likely because she was being too subtle, or so Nagi thought, but after a few drinks, Zaylee opened up, sharing her feelings and her interest in Nagi too.

Nagi did feel bad about how Zaylee lost her family twice, her original parents to a plague and then the ponies who raised her to the Gator Gangers. She could empathize, having lost her own parents to the Wasteland, too, and raising her sister all on her own. Some of the things Nagi had to do just for clean food and water she wasn't proud of, but that was all in the past, and now it was the same for Zaylee.

Pressing her body onto her Zebra lover and rubbing their nipples together, Nagi drooled a bit as she looked down at Zaylee. She half felt it was worth what she went through to have such a beautiful mare all to herself, but a bit of her in the back of her mind still hated that night. Rocking her hips to press her clit to Zaylee's, Nagi couldn't help but feel more excited. Doing this also helped her not think about it, those stallions having their turn, cock in her ass and mouth one after another. And how she let herself enjoy it.

Rubbing more vigorously, the sound of Zaylee moaning only made Nagi more excited. It sounded like her own when the helmeted stallion fucked her mad and filled her up. But tonight, she was the stallion, and Zaylee was Nagi. And as she moved her hips faster and faster, she came closer and closer to climaxing.

But Nagi stopped. She… couldn't finish. Zaylee had held Nagi with a satisfied look on her face. And for Nagi, that was good enough. Since that night, she couldn't bring herself to completion. Not like before, and she hated letting those stallions affect her like this. Holding Zaylee, she let her lover's heartbeat slowly soothe her to sleep.

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Business went smoothly enough, as gunpowder was always in demand, especially when gunsmiths were in the area. Nagi thought about going all the way to Fillydelphia, as Redeye paid top cap for the stuff, but she was worried about Zaylee being so close to that place. As much as Redeye civilized the slavers there, she still got a bad feeling whenever she did business with them.

Even when she hid her wings, the ponies in Fillydelphia always looked at her like a piece of meat, likely looking for a reason to accuse her of something and make her a personal slave. It's happened before, but being a powder merchant gave her a few friends in high places, such as the Gunrunners, and pissed them off. You piss off every Talon for a hundred miles around. But Zaylee would not have the same protection, and Zebras were just as rare as bat ponies like her.

That's why Nagi liked doing business in Ursas Rest. Though it was a Slaver Hub like Fillydelphia, the ponies here were far more strict with the rules. That and the Talons had much more power here, so they were more willing to cover their protection over Nagi to Zaylee.

*Slap*

Nagi held back, kicking the Griffin behind her as the talons laughed. They were messing with her; she knew it, but the pain in her flank was annoying. "Seriously, go to the Showroom if you want to do that!" Nagi complaint.

The griffon shrugged. “But you're here, so why not try a bit of griffon meat like last time?”

"Last time was with your boss. So where is she? Does she knows you're trying to fuck her ex?" Nagi said with her chest puffed out.

“Out on a mission, a new raider gang formed again, and they're getting a big head on themselves.” He explained. “Anyways, I’ll tell her she just missed ya. And if you ever decide to stop being a dyke, my door is always open.”

"Go fuck yourself," Nagi said playfully. "And with a rusty spike"

The talons laughed before taking the gunpowder with them, leaving Nagi with many caps and a few promissory notes. The notes were for buying food and water for winter.

“Um…. what was that?” Zaylee asked meekly.

Nagi had to remind herself that her zebra lover wasn't used to this stuff. "You mean the Talons? They're just like that."

“But being so brazen about… that? And an Ex?” she further asked.

“Well they go out and fight alot, so you never know when one will never come back. It makes them rather… forceful in their joking.” Nagi tried to explain. “And I also had a short fling with one of their lieutenants, but she and I didn’t work out in the end.”

Zaylee frowned at Nagi. "It also sounded like they really wanted to fuck you as well."

Unfortunately, Nagi couldn't deny that. "Well… ya, they would if I ever let them. Fuck, if it wasn't for my ex, it might have happened after I had too much to drink." Zaylee looked shocked at that, "It's fine, it's fine. But I did get a serious chewing out for being drunk around a flock of Talon recruits."

A sigh escaped from Zaylees lips. "That's good to know. It's just that… I've felt like eyes have been on me since we arrived, and I'm not used to it."

"Oh, they certainly are," Nagi said matter-of-factly. "Not many Zebras pass through here, and even fewer who aren't slaves. So you're a very rare sight indeed. But don't worry; word has probably already gotten around that you’re friends with me, and I'm friends with the Talons, so nobody will dare to touch you."

“Are you really sure?” She asked.

Nagi rolled her eyes and gave her a bag of caps. "I'm sure. Now, why don't you go and have fun at the Casino? I have some other business to deal with."

"If you insist," Zaylee said as she took the bag. "I did want to explore this place; I've never seen anything like it."

"E'yep." Nagi went as she looked at the giant teddy bear that made up the front of Ursas Den Casino. "Still, be careful. Nopony will touch you, but that won't stop them from being annoying."

As Zaylee left, Nagi rubbed her bruised flank. "Those fuckers, why do they always do? They always hit on me whenever we meet."

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The lights and sound were almost overwhelming for Zaylee, but at the same time, she couldn't help but enjoy the atmosphere. She was used to rusty old-world tech or whatever her parents could bang together to get working. But here, the old tech didn't just work; it was well-maintained. She couldn't even find rust on anything with how well it was cared for.

She even tried a few of the slot matches, but all it did was eat her chip and spin three wheels, not giving anything back. She pulled the lever several times, winning once and only getting back half of what she lost.

Though boring to play with, Zaylee wanted to see how it worked inside, and the need to know was killing her. But she wasn't dumb enough to take it apart, so she ordered another drink instead.

It had been long since she got a proper drink, not since the Gator gangers destroyed her home. Her parents were not fond of alcohol or some of her friends, so Zaylee always had to sneak out to go hang with them. And she understood why, with how wild some of them got. But she always kept some control of herself when hanging out, even when joining in on some of the wild stuff. They were fond memories for her, dressing up, getting drunk, shooting guns. Ya, she did lose her virginity like her parents thought would happen, and the nest of rad roaches scared the shit out of her, but they were all good ponies.

They didn’t deserve to die. Not her friends, not her parents, not the village.

Zaylee finished her drink, feeling a little lonely. Nagi was good company, but being with her only made her feel guilty. Seeing what the Gator gangers did to her and pretending to be ignorant of it was eating her up inside.

So she ordered another drink.

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Doctor Helga was a very well-respected retired talon medic who worked for Ursus Den. So, unless you were an employee, she was quite expensive to see. But Nagi had the caps and wanted to be sure that if something was wrong with her, it would be found out and cured.

Nagi hadn't been feeling well lately and was worried she had caught something. And with the only thing different having happened to her was the destruction of the Gator gangers, Nagi was concerned it was an STD.

The older griffin hen sternly looked at her. Helga's icy blue eyes were beautiful, and she was sure the old hen must have been quite the looker a long time ago. "Right, so you want a full medical checkup, is that right?"

"Yes, I'm not feeling well. It's nothing serious, but just consistent," Nagi admitted as she sat at the table.

"Alright, just sit still," Dr. Helga said as she jammed a device below Nagi's shoulder, and it quickly took her blood. “While I have my computer analyze the blood sample, you'll need to answer a few questions," she told Nagi before pulling the device out and spraying the extraction spot with a bit of healing potion.

"Like what? My favorite color, or how much I've made in caps?" Nagi joked.

Helga pulled out a notepad. “The test results are never perfect, so it helps to know what you’ve been up to for the last few months.” She explained. “Firstly, any known family history of illness or mutations. Or have you been in any hot zones lately?”

Nagi shook her head. "Not that I know of. I avoided all the known hot zones, and my parents were healthy as far as I know. If they had any defects or mutations, they both died before telling me about it."

The doctor scribbled on her notepad. "Okay, have you recently had any major injuries, been bitten by mutant animals or insects, eaten unsafe foods, or drank dirty water?"

Again, Nagi shook her head. "I'm rather good at avoiding a fight, and I make enough caps that I don't need to resort to dirty food and water. Though you never know if your food is truly clean, I still ensure it's cooked enough to kill any parasites."

"That's a good mindset to have out here. Still, it is smart to buy some anti-parasitic medication before you leave. The lab has difficulty detecting most of them, and a pony can be a host for years before finding out." Helga informed her, making Nagi a little sick thinking about it. "Now, have you been sexually active lately, and if so, how many partners and which hole?"

Nagi was stunned by that last question. She knew it was coming, but it still felt like a sucker punch. “I umm… you see…” She mumbled nervously.

Doctor Helga let out a sigh as she examined Nagi's face. "It's alright if you don't want to talk about it. Unfortunately, I have a lot of patients, male and female, who’ve been raped. I can just ask a yes or no question if that's alright." she suggested.

"It's… okay," Nagi said as her body lost strength. "It wasn't rape… well I guess it was. It would have been if I didn't let it happen," she admitted. "Stupid of me to let it happen, ya know."

The griffon didn't change her expression as she listened. "Calling yourself stupid for surviving is what stupid." She told Nagi. "It's the Wasteland, this shit happens. Survival always comes first; there's no shame in that. Tell me what happened; I've heard it all before."

Nagi believed her and began explaining what had happened to her at the Gator Ganger hideout. How she got found out, and how she let them use her, how he wanted to impregnate her. As she told the doctor, she began to cry, yet she was also starting to feel better, though only a bit. It felt good to not keep what happened to her bottled up.

“The worst of all… I enjoyed it. How do you fucking enjoy that!” Nagi said, feeling ashamed of herself.

"You'll need to find a psychologist for that answer," Doctor Helg said as she patted Nagi on the shoulder. "But like I said, I've heard it all before. Maybe it's just your body and mind's way of protecting yourself. You are here after all and not trapped as some sex slave, so I say you did good, better than good. They are dead, after all."

Nagi nodded. "Not all, but I got most of them," she said with a smile. "And if I had freaked out, I'd have failed. I hate that I had to let it happen, but at least I'm here and they're not."

The nearby terminal then beeped, and Docer Helga went over to it to check. "Alright, I have good news… and bad news. First off, you're quite healthy. There is some radiation, some traces of chemicals, and minor malnutrition, but that's all relatively normal. You don't have any illnesses or STDs, so there is no need for medical treatment."

“And the bad news?” Nagi asked.

Helga let out a long sigh. “Your hormonal levels are up, and I can only say one thing. You're pregnant.”

It felt like her world had just shattered. That stallion said he would leave her something in exchange for letting her destroy the hideout, but she had hoped she would get lucky, and nothing came of it. "C.. Can you get rid of it?"

Helga shook her head, "If your story is right, you're over two months in. Attempting to abort is near suicide with how poisonus it is, and only gets more dangerous the further along you are. Also, the materials for it take a while to gather and make into a potion."

Nagi slumped, feeling like she just got kicked in the gut. She could not keep this secret, not when it would eventually show.

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Zaylee felt very stupid and annoyingly sober, thanks to what the security pony gave her. Now, in a back office, Zaylee had to explain why she had completely deconstructed a slot machine, and all she could say was, "I was drunk! Please let me go."

A rather slender unicorn trotted in and looked at Zaylee before sighing. "Drunk or not, you just made a costly mistake. At least you didn't break anything, but the longer that machine isn't up, the longer it doesn't make us money. You understand?"

She nodded. "Just let me put it back together. Trust me, I know I can."

The mare rolled her eyes. "Even if you can, we can't trust the machine to work how it should. A bad machine will lose us more money than a broken machine, you see." She then sat on the table in front of Zaylee, showing off her long, slender legs. Now, how are you going to make up for the loss of sales?"

Something about the mare made it hard for Zaylee to look away. Ya, she swung both ways and found Nagi absolutely beautiful, but damn, was this mare the hottest mare she had ever seen. "I'm good with my hooves, working on machines and the like."

But the mare shook her head. "Zaylee, right? Worked for your adoptive parents in the old Red Racer shop on one of the backroads. A damn shame what happened there. Your parents gave us a good deal on repairs too. And now you work for Nagi, the Gunpowder merchant. Good to see her doing well for herself. I almost got her to work for me once, but she chose the Wasteland instead."

Nagi raised an eyebrow. “How… Do you know this?”

She fluttered her eyes. "Names Sparkling Delight, and my sister owns this Casino. I run the Red Light Showroom. It's my job to know who comes and who goes."

Zaylee didn’t know what the Showroom was, but she understood that this pony had a lot of power. “Okay, but why would you talk to me? This can’t be worth your time, right?”

"Normally, that would be true, and we'd just have you work in the back until you pay off the damages. Something that could take days, depending on the damage. Not to mention the damage to Nagi's reputation. My sister isn't the most forgiving pony and hates losing money you see." Sparkling Delight told her.

“S… sorry.” Zaylee stammered, now understanding the trouble she was going to be in. “Then what can I do to avoid that? I don’t want to hurt Nagi, not more than she already has been.”

Sparkling Delight uncrossed and crossed her legs, effectively flashing her cunt at Zaylee. "Well, we have a few ways, but most will take time and will catch my sister's and Nagi's attention. But if you were to, let's say, sign up for the Showroom for the night, then this incident can be brushed under the rug. I'll tell my sister that the slot machine went in for maintenance since you didn't break or lose any part of it.

Zaylee knew this was a setup, but she had fucked up, and Sparkling Delight had her by the tits. "Okay, I'll do it. But what about Nagi? She'll know I'm missing."

The mare smiled wide. "Oh, no worry about that; Nagi's used my services before; I know just the pony to keep her… entertained."

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Nagi needed to get her mind off the bad news, but she knew drinking it away wouldn't do much, and trying to sleep it off would only result in another nightmare. She also was getting worried that she was getting too used to the nightmare and drinking too much would call her on the wrong end of a stallion's dick.

Truthfully, Nagi didn't care that much—it's not like she could get double pregnant. So, nothing is stopping her from trying it on her own terms.

The thought twisted her gut, making her question her own sanity.

Needing to focus on something else, and looked for something to do, but nothing seemed to interest her. An employee suggested checking out the new escorts, which Nagi decided was a good idea, since they always knew how to get her in a good mood. She had tried to find Zaylee, but the Zebra were nowhere to be seen, and Nagi didn't feel like saying anything to her just yet.

To her surprise, there was a Zebra that was available in the Casino, though quite high priced. But Nagi had the caps and wasn't thinking much. The mare that trotted in looked more like a pony with stripes painted on, having a rounder muzzle and a pony's tail. The mare was also pink with dark blue stripes, the same for the mane and tail.

"It's natural, my mother was a Zebra, papa was a pony." The mare said as though reading Nagi's mind. "Names Pecan and you must be Miss Nagi."

Nagi nodded. "Y…yes. Umm, do you get asked that a lot?"

Pecan signed. “I've had a stallion attempt to wash the stripes off once. He… was not allowed to return. After the Talons broke his face.”

Nagi cringed at that. "Were you okay?"

The Zony shrugged. "More embarrassed than anything. I do tend to take on more aggressive clients, though the madam has urged me to take it easy for a while. Anywho, escorting beautiful mares like you pays well enough." Pecan winked at Nagi, causing her to blush. "Speaking of which, why don't we play some games around the floor?"

Nagi wasn't much of a gambler; she was always too busy and protective of her caps to give in. But Pecan made it fun, sticking close to Nagi, blowing on her dice, and even getting extra close when looking at their cards. Pecan's perfume was also lovely, a scent she couldn't quite place.

As time went on, Nagi lost plenty of caps and had quite a bit to drink, but Pecan kept Nagi focused on her. Eventually, they ended up at the theater, Nagi's head resting on Pecan's shoulder.

“I fucked up.” Nagi blurted out under her breath.

"We all do," Pecan said softly. "Tell me about it."

"You… don't want to hear it," Nagi grumbled.

Pecan smiled at that. “Trust me when I say this, but I do. It is part of my job.”

"Braminshit, you get paid to fuck and look gorgeous doing it." Nagi further complained.

"True, true," Pecan said to Nagi before kissing her. "But that's not why they come back. Actually, most stallions pay me to have a moment where they're not alone. To pretend they have a special somepony, a mare who can listen to them and not judge."

Nagi couldn't believe that. The main reason she left Ursa’s Rest with her sister was so that neither of them would get dragged into a whore house. Their mother turned to that work after their father died to just get by, and it killed her both figuratively and literally. It's why Nagi never sold her body, even when it would be easy caps.

"And, of course, we fuck." Pecan then said, breaking Nagi's train of thought. "It's not the best work, but for mares like me who cannot survive the Wasteland, we do what we can to survive. So, tell me what is running through that head of yours."

Nagi took a deep breath, unable to hold it in anymore. "I… got rid of a group of no good gangers, blew them sky high, but… they got me too." Not only could Nagi remember it clearly, she could feel them violating her, but now she wasn't sure if it was the memory or her dreams. "I got discovered… well, not completely; they still thought I was one of them, a mare their boss left behind."

"Ahhh, I see." Pecan patted Nagi on the head. "You don't need to say anymore."

"But… that's not the issue." Nagi huffed. "I did what I had to to survive, let them use me like a cheap whore. And in the end, they're dead, and I'm not." Rubbing her stomach, Nagi couldn't feel anything, but she knew it was there. "All except for the father of this; he saw right through me and… made sure to leave a piece of him in me."

"Not an uncommon story, sadly enough," Pecan said, getting a glare from Nagi. But Pecan just moved Nagi's hoof to her stomach. "When I was wondering about the Wasteland lost and starving, I came across a merchant who agreed to take me here; in exchange, I would… help relieve his stress. The agreement was only to use my mouth, but he quickly altered it to whatever he wanted." Nagi could feel that Pecan's belly was a bit bigger than mares tend to have, but not outright noticeable. "I can't say I agreed to be a mother, but I'll accept my foal all the same."

“How?” Nagi could only ask.

Pecan smiled. “It's a result of my will to survive. That's how I see it. Isn't it the same for you?”

Nagi let herself relax. "Well, ya. If I didn't do it, I'd be a sex slave right now; I know that for sure." She felt Pecan's stomach again. "Worse, I keep having nightmares about it, but each time they feel less bad, and more… arousing. Like, what if I let them keep me? Would I enjoy it?"

“That happens,” Pecan sighed, “not saying it's a good thing, but plenty of mares working here have dealt with the same problem. It's not uncommon for clients to want to relive their trauma too. For then it's a way regain control.c

“Sounds… I don't know?” Nagi said, unsure of herself.

Pecan then lowered Nagi's hoof and whispered in her ear. "You know, you can try it with me." Nagi blushed as she felt Pecan's crotch. "Show me what they did to you in your dreams by doing it to me."

"I…" Nagi wasn't sure about that, but feeling Pecan's wet pussy also made it too hard to say no. "Y.. ya."

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The dim, smoke-filled room pulsed with light and music, nearly overwhelming Zaylee as she trotted in. All she had to do was serve drinks and butter up anypony here, but her outfit felt like she was supposed to do a lot more. The tight fishnet stockings, underwear that hugged her hips and pushed her tail up, and a tight choker around her neck were all reminiscent of the kind of clothes she had to put on with the Gator Gangers, if of much higher quality.

She didn't mind it that much, as it wasn't that different from what she used to put on with her friends, though it was brighter in color. She just had to get used to all the ponies having their eyes on her, but that wasn't that new, as ponies always stared at her. However, this time, the eyes were clearly more intense and filled with lust.

"Okay, like, if you go to the bar in the middle with the pole dancing mare, they'll send you to a booth." A mare instructed Zaylee. She had introduced herself as Fizzy, and Zaylee had a hard time not staring at her. Tall, curvy, with a cute face, and massive tits under her. Zaylee thought Nagi had big tits, but they were apples compared to Fizzy's watermelons. She was sure that this mare was part cow or something because tits that big can't be natural. "Do you need to know anything else?"

Zaylee had to think momentarily, as this was all new to her. "Umm, are you sure serving drinks will pay off my debt?"

Fizzy tilted her head. "I'm not sure. Madam Sparkling Delight said you're just being given an opportunity, so you must do more than trot about."

Zaylee had a bad feeling about that, but she had agreed to be here to keep the incident hush-hush. And seeing how the working ponies here were very close to the clients, and a few clients with clear erections they weren't hiding, it wasn't hard to figure out what this "more" was. It bothered her a little, but Zaylee wasn't a virgin or as innocent as she made herself out to be.

"Right, so which kind of pony do I need to do more with to pay off the debt and fast," Zaylee asked Fizzy.

The mare let out a cute giggle. "Let's go to the bar and see."

Trotting to the center of the Showroom, Zaylee spotted a stallion sucking another off from under the table. To her mild confusion, neither looked like they worked here.

The bar at the center sold all sorts of booze, which she was tempted to try if she ever returned as a client. "Hay Mister Bubbles, like, any high rollers with caps to toss?" Fizzy asked a rather large and good-looking stallion.

"It's not… never mind. Fizzy, you know the other free mares need to make caps too; you can't just hog all the big spenders. You're going to get shanked if you do that again." The stallion said.

"No, no, it's for the one-nighter." Fizzy then pointed at Zaylee. "Madam Sparkling got her and is letting her do the thing."

Mister Bubbles nodded and addressed Zaylee. "Yo miss, you know what this is all about, right."

“Brothel work you mean, ya, I figured as much. And don't worry, I'm unfortunately experienced with using sex to get what I want.” She said.

"Good, then I don't have to feel guilty." He looked around the room. "Right, quick question: How experienced are you, and are you fine with getting roughed up?"

Zaylee thought about it. When she was with her friends, they did tend to get a bit wild and experiment, but nothing crazy. The Gator Ganger boss was rough with her but never hurt her. The same goes for the second in command and his conspirators when Zaylee tries to turn the gangers against each other. Zaylee was actually getting close, using her body to get them on her side, but she was also being careful. Then Nagi showed up to blow the place up and practically sucked and fucked every ganger to not get caught as an outsider.

Actually, seeing a gang bang like that, seeing the look on Nagi's face as she became delirious with lust. Zaylee even asked the second to do it again to Nagi before letting her finish the job, just to see that face warped in lust again. Running off with Nagi was a bonus, and the Gator Gangers having their base collapse on them was even better.

But Zaylee did feel guilty about what happened to Nagi, as she could have stopped it if she wasn't trying to be so careful. Yes, there was no way she could have known it was a mare under that armor, but she did have a feeling that Nagi didn't belong.

"Experienced enough, and… getting fucked up is fine with me," Zaylee said.

Mister Bubbles cocked an eyebrow but then loaded a plate with three large beers. "Well, you've been warned." and then pointed at a table with three griffons, the same ones that showed interest in Nagi. "They just got paid and haven't gotten their dick wet in weeks. They also like to share. If you can convince them to take you to a private room, they will fuck you up, but you'll more than pay off whatever debt you have here. After that, all the caps you make are yours, or you can just leave."

Zaylee did just that, almost dropping the drinks before getting to the booth. They eyed her with surprise. "Ain't you Nagi's bitch?" the first Griffin asked.

Remembering how she kept the boss calm, Zaylee slipped into the booth close to the griffon who asked. "If you don't tell, I won't." Her hoof then rested on his thigh.

It made her feel a bit guilty, but whatever shame she had was burnt away with her home. And the things she did for vengeance didn't even matter in the end—not that she cared, as her friends and family were still avenged.

Also, Zaylee wanted to at least let go a little or a lot. So she moved her hoof a bit lower. "Deal?"

The griffon chugged his beer, clearly nervous, as the other two laughed. But when Zaylee fluttered her eyes at them, they also sipped their beer. "Actually, tell me, what do you like about Nagi? Or maybe I should ask; what do you want to do to her?"

"Hay now, if she's your bitch, we get the message." the first Griffin said.

Zaylee hoof then felt up his balls gently, causing him to gulp as he began to get stiff. "No, I'm not here because of that. I really want to know. And maybe I'll do that for you. Unlike her, I do like a bit of dick."

“Hay, I think she's serious?” the second griffon realized.

The third griffon chuckled. "Alright, I'm game. Nagi just has that body that is hard to resist. Before Fizzy showed up, Nagi had the best ass in the Rest, biggest tits too. We always wanted to feel them up."

"My tits may not be big as Nagi's, but you can feel them up." Zaylee admitted, moving the first griffon's claw to it. She was rather average, if a bot above, so there was at least something to grab onto.

He then began feeling her up. "We almost got with Nagi once, before she left town. All got drunk and touchy, but…" he squeezed her tit again. "The lieutenant stopped that. The bitch staking her claim on Nagi."

"Truthfully, Nagi has that kind of lips, ya know, as though they're made for sucking cock." the second griffon admitted. “What I wouldn't pay to get her to suck me off.”

The first griffon then pulled Zaylee in closer, a talon playing with her cunt. "I just want to fill that bitch up, make her my mare and make her give me a kid." as he said that, the griffon had a raging hard-on, it twitching in her hoof.

"See, that's why no mare or hen wants to fuck ya." The third Griffin said with a laugh. "They know you won't pull out or use protection. And you're damn loud about it. Actually, if you weren't so loud about it, the Lieutenant wouldn't have know we were trying to get with Nagi. That said, ya, Nagi just has those hips that make you want to put a baby in."

"Then why not test rides with me," Zaylee suggested. “You can go raw too.”

The three looked at each other, then they all nodded.

…

Zaylee let out a moan of pure pleasure as the griffon held onto her hip and thrust deep into her. He wasn't gentle or all that skilled, but Zaylee didn't want any of that; she wanted to be treated like a fucktoy, and the griffins were doing just that.

It started out slowly at first, Zaylee giving them a bit of a show in a private room, legs open as they stroked themselves. When they couldn’t hold back, the griffins pounced on her like hungry beasts, grabbing her, feeling her up. One kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue down her throat, another making sure she was good and wet, which she had already been.

They were clearly pent up; Zaylee could tell by how the cocks twitched inside her, quickly releasing their load yet staying hard. One cock filled her mouth, pushing on the choker, the other making her hips stretch out.

The first griffon was thick and eager, not that long but long enough. Grabbing Zaylees hips, The Griffin trusted harder and pushed as far as he could go, slamming his flesh into her in the vain hope of breeding the Zebra. The casino had already given her contraption, so there was no risk of pregnancy. But if she had met these griffons under a different circumstance, she wouldn't have minded them breeding her like a broodmare.

The second griffon was violent and angry, strangling Zaylee as he pounded her ass. She didn't like this at all, but on the edge of passing out, her body convulsed, and her bladder emptied just as violently as her fucking. The griffon seemed to like that as he got sprayed, which only made Zaylee uncomfortable.

Then, the third was more interested in trying to break Zaylee's choker. And if she wasn't used to giving head, it might have been painful. But by letting her jaw relax, the griffon could go deep and even bulge her throat, if only a little. She knew he was trying to recreate the porno mags, but as they both found out, the truth rarely was like the pornos.

When the three griffins ran out of energy, Zaylee was entirely out of it, drenched in sweat and body fluid. She felt like a whore, used and abused, but right now, she didn't mind it, as at least she was free to be whatever she wanted, free from those gangers.

If she was ever going to do this again, she definitely preferred the griffin that wanted to breed her. He didn't actually seem that bad.

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If being lured away to some dark room of the Casino didn't sober Nagi up, the sight of a torcher chamber did. All dark purple latex and neon pink fuzzy coverings, but whips and chains all the same.

“Ahhh… what?” Nagi said in confusion.

Pecan kissed Nagi on the cheek before kneeling down in a pleading manner and winking. "I'm just inspecting the base, sir. Nopony suspicious."

Nagi was still confused but also still tipsy and horny. "I ahh." She couldn't find the words, only the memory of the gaggers. "You, I don't recognize you as one of our crew."

Pecan smirked. "I'm, uhh, new."

Nagi finally realized Pecan was reenacting her run-in with the gaggers but flipping the script. "Sure, then… I'll need to inspect you… thoroughly." She wasn't sure this was a good idea, but Nagi was already here and playing along.

But Nagi didn't have a whole base to run through Pecan or wanted to, but she had read a few porn magazines. Leading Pecan to a post, she cuffed her to it, with Pecan pretending to be scared. "What are we going to do here?" Pecan asked meekly.

Nagi smirked. "If you want to be one of us, you must be bred."

"Oh no!" Pecan said dramatically as she pointed to the back wall with her rear hoof. There, hanging on the were several strapons.

Nagi's eyes went wide at one of them and the monstrous dildo attached to it. Trotting to it, Nagi got a disapproving grunt from Pecan, so Nagi chose the more normal-looking one.

She was somewhat annoyed that the dildo on the strapon was realistic to a cock, that it reminded her of the ones she had in her. Still, after awkwardly putting it on, she felt more secure, more in control. As Nagi trotted back to Pecan, she saw the Zony mare tap on a jar. "You'd tear me up with that, she pleaded."

Slathering the greasy stuff onto the strapon, Nagi mounted Pecan. She wasn't sure if that was how a stallion felt, but she didn't mind it. "Time to breed!" She announced before forcing herself into Pecan.

Nagi mimicked what was done to her, thrusting her hips and going as deep as possible. Pecan did her best to fake a moan, since Nagi was rather sloppy at this. But Nagi kept going, doing to Pecan what she couldn't do to Zaylee, saying the dirty things she couldn't bring herself to say to her lover, pushing harder and faster until she was exhausted.

Stumbling back, Nagi felt better and worse. It was as though some pressure inside her had been set free, but only some. She wondered how it felt for those stallions when they fucked her; a thought stopped as Pecan lay next to her, somehow having quickly freed herself.

Then Pecan removed the Strapon from Nagi and poked her on the muzzle. "A for effort, but F for form," Pecan giggled.

The two lay there for a long moment as Nagi caught her breath, looking the Zony in the eyes. "Am I a bad pony for enjoying that, or… well… you know."

Pecan pressed herself up on Nagi enough that they touched tit to tit. "You're just a pony, like everypony else." She told Nagi, pouring a bit of lube between them. "Anyways, just because it's a bad situation doesn't mean you're not allowed to have fun with it."

"That… sounds messed up," Nagi said as she pulled Pecan closer, who started to grind on her.

Giving her a kiss, Pecan smiled. "Probably, but that's the wasteland; we all need to be a bit messed up to survive." Pressing stomach to stomach, Pecan looked deep into Nagi's eyes. "But think of this as a chance to make something good. That's what I'm planning on doing."

Nagi wasn't in the possession of thinking deeply about much of anything as they both grinded on each other, but she did have a request. One she asked after climaxing.

"I… would like to recreate what was done to me… but with just you," Nagi asked.

There was a pause before Pecan smirked. “Alright.”

As promised, Pecan got to work on Nagi, doing her best to recreate Nagi's violation, having bound up the mare tightly, similar to what raiders do to their victims, but with care to not hurt Nagi. Using a dildo to fill her mouth and anus, Pecan finished it off by using a double-ended dildo to pound Nagi senseless.

"Ya like that, don't ya, whore." was one of many insults Pecan spat out as Nagi's mind went blank with ecstasy. The words cut into Nagi but also excited her. The nightmare, the dirty dream, she was back there and hated how it got her off, but the face of Pecan softened the edge. With another thrust, Nagi orgasimed with lust, just like back then.

After a few more times being brought to climax, Nagi finally relented and passed out, held gently in Pecan's hooves.

"There there, you did great," Pecan told her softly.

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Nagi was feeling at least a little better after letting out her feelings. Ya, that didn't fix her main problem, but at least she knew she wasn't the only mare going through this. A petty reason to feel better, but it helped.

Now, the problem was finding Zaylee. Nagi had been away for too long, and it had her a bit worried. She should have been worried when she couldn't see her the last time, but Nagib was too shocked to think straight.

“And I was like, shit, that is impressive!” Zaylee's voice boomed, followed by laughter.

Trotting over, Nagi found Zaylee hanging out with the same group of griffins that had hit on her before, all four clearly drunk. Shocking to Nagi was that Zaylee was dressed up like the casino show mares, sitting provocatively between two of the griffins.

"Excuse me," Nagi spoke up, trying not to look at one of the griffins, whose cock was out and hard. "Zaylee, it's time we go."

“And there she is!” Zaylee practically yelled as she pushed herself up. “Nagi, come join us!”

Nagi was sure that the griffins only wanted to fuck, and she wasn't interested. "Rather not." She told them, "So let's go."

“Oh, but what's the harm in sticking around a bit longer?” The first griffon spoke up as he trotted behind Nagi. “We're all friends here.”

"Don't remember becoming friends with you," Nagi said snidely.

The griffon then felt Nagi's back up, still sore and sensitive from Pecan. "Future friends." He said with a cocky smile.

"Hay!" Zaylee yelled as she began crawling over one of the other griffins to get out of the booth, stepping on his cock, which looked painful. "She's mine!" stepping up to Nagi, Zaylee gave her a kiss on the mouth, whole tongue. The other two griffins cheered at the sight as Nagi lost focus momentarily. "This bitch is mine, and if ya want her, ya got to go through me first!"

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Nagi asked again, "So we are leaving?"

Zaylee let out a sigh. "Ya, we can go. But! We need a guard. Who knows who might follow us home."

“Ya, I know. Then let's head to the local Talon office first.” Nagi said as she kicked at the griffon to let go of her rear end.

“I'm a Talon.” The griffon said.

"No," Nagi protested.

“Yes!” Zaylee said instead. “We can trust him.”

"No," Nagi said again.

Zaylee gave Nagi another kiss, letting it last a bit longer. "He knows who you are and not to mess with you. The same can't be said about the others. And he's cheap, right?"

“Discount for our local gunpowder merchant.” The griffon said.

Nagi sighed and relented. “Fine, but I swear if he touches my ass like that again, I'm making him a hen.”

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The nights were getting colder, making it feel much better for Nagi to hold Zaylee, the two rubbing onto each other, feeling each other up. Pecan was good, fantastic even, but Zaylee was the best to Nagi. Next time in Ursa's Den, they could get together. But that was for after winter, and Nagi knew she'd be too far along in the pregnancy to do anything like that.

But right now, Nagi just wanted to enjoy Zaylee. And as she got close to it, close to climaxing, Nagi's mind went back there, and she couldn't finish it. Zaylee was satisfied, but Nagi wasn't.

Zaylee reached up and kissed Nagi. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” Nagi lied.

A frown formed on Zaylee's face, the mare knowing it wasn't nothing. She wanted to see that look on Nagi's face again, yet not since that night at the gangers had Nagi been wrapped with such pure pleasure. But this time, she was going to change that. So she shifted her weight to roll Nagi and get on top of her. "It's not nothing." Pinning Nagi down, she gave her another kiss. "You have gotten off since we've been together; tell me the truth!"

Nagi wanted to lie, but as Zaylee moved her hips, rubbing clit to clit, tit to tit, she relented. “Ya… but it’s just… me.” She half lied.

Again, Zaylee frowned. "If that's so, then just ask for some help." A look of shame formed on Nagi's face, and Zaylee sighed. "I know what happened at the gangger base.”

"You knew!" Nagi said in shock, the memories returning, but Zaylee was grinding on her, and she couldn't think straight.

"Ya, and I remember your face as it happened, but you never showed it to me," Zaylee told her. "I want to see that lustful face again."

Nagi was confused, aroused, and confused. "I… don't know if I can." She admitted.

"Not without help." Zaylee then looked outside their tent and whistled. "Hay, we need a dick here.”

"What, no!" Nagi protested but couldn't get out from under Zaylee.

Whispering into Nagi’s ear, Zaylee’s hot breath only aroused her more. “I'll go first, then you decide.”

The griffon peeked in, a hungry look on his face as Zaylee wiggled her ass at him, still grinding on Nagi. Stunned, Nagi could only lay on her back as the griffon grabbed onto Zaylee's hips and began fucking her, each thrust causing the Zebra to rub onto Nagi with force. The look of ecstasy on Zaylee's face was entrancing, and Nagi wanted that for herself.

A familiar sticky fluid began dripping onto Nagi's cut, causing her to cringe. Still, Zaylee quickly kissed her passionately, wiping the thought from her mind. "You want a try?" Zaylee asked.

Doubt filled Nagi, which only increased as the griffin's cock brushed on her cunt, but also a need. Nagi couldn't say no when she was so close to getting off, so she nodded.

The griffon forced himself into Nagi, her legs held open by Zaylee as she continued to run onto her, sending a wave of pleasure running up her spine. In her mind, she was back there, made into a toy, getting filled with bread. She hated it, but it felt too good. But with each thrust, she looked into Zaylee's eyes, the image of the Zebra slowly replacing that of the gaggers.

Her cunt felt warm as it was filled by the griffon's cum, yet he kept pumping, causing her body to convulse with pressure. As Nagi let out a moan, Zaylee kissed her again. "There it is."

Soon, the griffon slowed down and sat back, exhausted after vigorously pumping the mares back to back. Zaylee, getting off Nagi, rolled to the griffon and began playing with his cock as she beckoned Nagi over. Not thinking, Nagi followed, both mares using their tongues to clean the griffon. He still had a bit more in him, his cock twitching before letting the last bit of jizz onto Nagi's face and collapsing.

"That's a beautiful look on you," Zaylee said before cleaning the jizz off Nagi's face with her tongue. "Feeling better."

Nagi began to cry as Zaylee held onto her. Still feeling dirty, she at least knew that Zaylee would still accept her.

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Days passed, and they successfully made it home, even paying the griffon a little "extra" after ensuring nobody followed them. Nagi had told Zaylee about her pregnancy, and they shared a little cry over it, but Zaylee promised to stick around.

The last was to tell Nagi's sister about the pregnancy, which Nagi was still not ready for. Zaylee suggested they finish preparing for winter first so that at least everything was ready and Nagi had time to prepare.

So, with the supplies safely packed away, the firewood chopped, and the holes in the roof fully patched up, preparations for winter were all done. The last part was the most difficult part: the truth.

Nagi's sister, Cloudy, was a news mare, mainly running between Fillydelphia and Friendship City to deliver her papers. Much of it was funded by Redeye to help spread his propaganda, but it also protested her from the slavers. She could also write personal articles, so Cloudy was a happy mare. And between Nagi and Cloudy, they made enough caps to live comfortably in the middle of nowhere.

But because of Cloudy's inquisitive nature, she knew something was off with her sister. Still, she also knew best not to pry recklessly. That's how ponies get killed or made slaves. And she also wanted to respect her sister's boundaries.

So when Nagi gathered her and their new live-in friend, Zaylee, Cloudy felt that her sister was about to explain what was wrong.

Nagi cleared her throat as her heart pounded with nervousness. “I, umm… have something to tell you two.” Cloudy and Zaylee waited, letting Nagi say it on her own. “Right… well umm… I guess you know that I haven't been feeling well, and I went to the Doctor in Ursa’s Rest to find out why.”

"It's not cancer, is it? Mom did say it runs in the family." Cloudy worriedly asked.

Letting out an annoyed huff, Nagi shook her head. "Fortunately, no, anyways, that's a problem when we are in our forties, and I'm still young." She then took a deep breath and sighed, feeling that it was best to rip off the bandage now. "I'm… pregnant."

Cloudy resisted the urge to cheer, remembering that her sister wasn't interested in stallions, and though they both could quickly and easily fly around any raider or slaver checkpoints, mistakes do happen. "You… weren't raped, were you?" She had to ask, ready to hunt the pony down.

Again, Nagi shook her head. "Not quite… well, maybe. It's complicated." She really didn't want to go into details about it with her sister. "Let's just say there was a deal, and shit… and it went a bit bad." She also didn't want to admit that she went after the Gator Gangers, not when Nagi had promised her sister that she wouldn't. "I just wanted you to know before it started to show."

Zaylee kept her mouth shut, knowing exactly who the father was and where he probably was. If Nagi hadn't shown up, she'd have likely been the one impregnated to seal the deal to kill the gangers.

Cloudy wasn't buying it, knowing that her sister was a shit liar and this pregnancy was probably because she did something she promised not to do. She had an idea what it was, which Cloudy wasn't thrilled about, but she could understand. Though they both made a lot of caps between the two, paying for Redeye's protection was costly, not to mention paying off the local raiders and gangers. At least the Gator Gangers got themselves killed by their rivals, but their arrival had hit them hard in the cap stash.

"It's fine, Nagi. I understand. Money was tight, and we all had to make sacrifices. Grandpa's mine helps and all, but I know that before Zaylee came to help, it was falling apart." she patted her sister on the shoulder. “I know we promised not to sell our bodies after what happened to Mom, but there's no shame in that, really."

Nagi wasn't sure what to say. As it was both a better and worse response. "I umm." she could avoid the truth, the whole truth, but that meant her sister would think of her as a whore… "I'm…" All she had to do was agree. "N… no, that's not it," Nagi admitted.

Cloudy cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, and tell me, what is a deal you can make involving whoring yourself that's not whoring yourself?" She knew her sister would never lower herself to prostitution or accept the idea of it, and she suspected this might be tied to the Gator Gangers. The timeline would match Zaylee's arrival and Nagi's acting off. Cloudy would have investigated further if not for work.

Taking a deep breath and sighing in resignation, Nagi knew there was no way out of this. "I… went after the Gator Gangers after you told me not to… and almost got caught… well, I did, but they thought I was one of their own… and stuff happened. But I blew them up after and saved Zaylee."

Cloudy face hoofed. "You know that was exactly why I told you no, right?"

“You said the boss fucks all the mares, so I waited for him to leave first.” Nagi countered meekly.

"And that only means he's blue-balling his colts for Celestia's sake!" Cloudy almost yelled. "So was it one or the whole damn base of 'em?"

Zaylee tried to interject but got glared down by Cloudy.

"It was the base, okay. Are ya happy to know that your sister had to fuck all of them just to play along and not become a fuck slave?" Nagi growled out. "But they're dead now and no longer hunting for us."

Cloudy rolled her eyes at that. "They would still be dead if you weren't being a fucking moron. Redeye would have taken care of them after they burnt down that town under his protection."

"When? After they drained us and our neighbors of every cap we own? After they find out who we are and publicly rape us?" Nagi glared at her sister, heat rising to her face. "Don't tell me you're believing in that brahman shit Redeye had you toss around. We both know he doesn't care about the common pony anymore. He's just another slaver boss, like the others before him."

Taking a deep breath, Cloudy calmed her nerves. "But you still got hurt, " she told her sister. And you didn't ask me for help, not before or after. I'm not a helpless and scared filly anymore. You can rely on me."

"I… I… you're right." Nagi admitted. "Maybe if I had not gone in alone, it would have gone smoother. And without me needing to fuck a whole base."

Cloudy embraced her sister. "Everything is fine now. Just, next time you do something reckless like that again, just clue me in, and I'll see how I can help."

Nagi held her sister tight. “Ya, I'll do that.”

Mischievously smirking, Cloudy then whispered in her sister's ear. “Anyways, I don't mind the idea of taking part in a gang bang as a distraction if you were to do this again.” Letting go, Cloudy trotted off to take care of one other chore.

“Wait, no! There will not be any again! Never again!” Nagi yelled as her sister left.

Zaylee just sighed, feeling that things would be alright. She also decided not to bring up the topic of letting herself get pregnant. Not anytime soon, but Zaylee did have plans to be a mother at some point. But right now, she'd settle as an aunt.

That said, Zaylee felt it might be best to not say anything about the father of Nagi’s foal for a few more months, or she feared the sisters would go out and hunt the stallion down… or fuck him. Knowing them so far, and the stallion, it was 50/50.

Trotting over to Nagi, Zaylee nuzzled her lover. "It will be okay; you have me as well."

Kissing the Zebra, Nagi smiled. "I know, and it feels good to not bottle it all up, even though… let's just say it's not the worst thing to happen in my life."

Zaylee nodded. “The Gator Gangers are dead, and their victims have been avenged. You can take pride in that.”

With more of the weight lifted off Nagi's shoulders, she felt things would be alright. It was the Wasteland, so things could be a lot better, could be so much worse, but right now they were okay.