Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 2.

At first Flask Shaker had a hard time in the wasteland. It was dark, wet, and had so many aggressive critters that she was sure she'd die within a month. But luck was on her side, and she came across a friendly group of ghouls who took her in. Mainly because she knew all about brewing potions and chems, and that many of them suffered chronic pain from their ghoulification, requiring strong painkillers to relieve.

So Flask's profession was in high demand in the wasteland.

Still, she was again the outsider of her group, which this time didn't bother her as much, since being a ghoul was something she was not interested in. She wasn't even sure she would become one if she tried to turn herself. Also, none of the ghouls in her small community even understood how it happened, just that in their previous home, some ponies slowly turned into ghouls and others just died of radiation poisoning.

They did suspect their water filtration device might have been contaminated, so they advised Flask to be extra careful when boiling and filtering her water.

Another strange thing she was not used to was all the attention she got, since she was not only the only non-ghoul, but she was also one of the few mares. So they were quite a bit nicer and often flattered her. Which left her feeling conflicted, as she enjoyed it, but it was all coming from stallions that looked a bit like slightly burnt, over ripe, and dry fruit.

So as her ancient and barely holding together lab equipment bubbled with what should be Ultradash. Flask would have tried it herself, but the ghouls were animated that it would gibe her a heart attack. So instead she had her glowing mushroom tea, with traces of mentals and some mild pycnotic chem she brewed earlier. It tasted terrible, but both helped her relax, and got rid of any radiation in her system. Which she was sure she had in her, since eating over 100 year old packaged food was likely not good for her. That and other things she has had in her body.

Flask really wished she still had a pipbuck, even the really old ones the stable kept in storage would have been nice.

"Hay Flank Shaker, good news." Cast Iron called out as he trotted into Flask's room. He was one of the least degraded Ghouls in their group, still having a main and tail, even if it was only half. He contributed to him still trying to live a normal life by eating regularly and not just letting his body get too damaged. Truthfully, he still looked like a normal pony, just horribly scarred. "We managed to make that deal with the ghouls in the cratered city, and got ya those supplies you've been bitching about."

"Really!" Flask said in positive surprise. "I thought they wanted nothing to do with outsiders, how'd you manage that?"

"Not easy I tell ya. But it seems they've been needing more food lately. Copper Pipe thinks they got pets or something, but no way they are so secretive over pets. But we hunted them the food, and they gladly hoofed over the nerd shit"

Trotting over, Flask gave him a little kiss on the cheek, right where his fur was still thick. "Well thanks. If this goes well, we should have a good batch of Ultra Dash to sell."

Cast Iron rubbed his cheek as he said. "Only if the others don't take it all for themselves. They're getting rather twitchy since the normal shit doesn't work well on them. Makes me glad I didn't turn to chems to deal with becoming a ghoul." He then paused for a moment. "And you better not even try them either, Flank Shaker, that shit will kill you for sure!" He reminded me for the tenth time.

Flask carefully removed the lab equipment from the box, finding the things she needed to more efficiently make the concentrated dash. "Ya ya, I know. And can you stop calling me that, my name is Flask Shaker, not Flank Shaker. Makes me sound like some whore or something."

A chuckle came from Cast. "Ain't what you said the other night, when ya were sucking dick."

Pointing a beaker at Cast with her best annoyed glare she could muster, Flask told the ghoul. "I was high at the time, and drunk. Don't go thinking I'll ever do that again, so quit that nickname."

"Alright, but you’re the one who started it. Anyways I think the nickname is cute." Cast playfully teased as he trotted over and bumped his flank with hers. “Anyways, you were actually good at it for a beginner. Who knows, it might be your secret talent.”

Flask rolled her eyes at that, and said flatly “My secret talent is being a whore, yay.”

Cast chuckled. “Hay now, you're the one calling yourself that. I think it just means you make an excellent lover. A mare that any stallion would be lucky to have and rut. Makes me jealous of whoever you end up with.”

"Oh will you two stop!" Copper Pipe grumbled, another ghoul in this community, he trotted in with a permanent scowl on his face. Unlike Cast Iron, Copper looked truly un-dead. The other ghouls said he was once a rather good looking stallion, and was very popular with other mares. But he took his ghoulification poorly, and stopped taking care of himself while heavily self medicating. Now the pony he was before no longer exists, not even his dick remains.

He glared at us with his scratched milky white eyes. "Unlike some of us, I'm working hard to improve our lives. Living somewhere better than in this underground shithole metro, I thought at least a Stable pony would understand. If we can make those caps, then it's Tenpony tower for all of us. But no, you're too busy flirting to do shit!"

Copper turned to leave, still muttering his complaints.

With a sigh, Cast looked at Flask, his eyes, though damaged, still looked alive. "Again, sorry about him. We don't even know why he wants to go to Tenponytowe, it's not like any of his ex-lovers would take him in. Worse, the tower's security would likely mistake him for a feral and shoot him on sight."

Flask shrugged. "Ya, it seems a bit much. But he is right, this metro tunnel is a bit… you know."

"Ya… maybe it is time we all pack up and find a new home. The local raider tribals are getting more aggressive lately, and some big creatures have taken over one of the mushroom caves." He then smiled at Flask. "Actually, with your skills, it might be much easier to convince one of the larger settlements to let us in."

Helping Flask put the new equipment away, the two then settled down to share some mushroom booze, though with extra added in.

"Oh ya, that hits the spot." Flask said as she drank the chem spiked booze. Her own blend that helped her relax, have fun, and keep the radiation poisoning down.

Knocking back the drink, the Cast was also enjoying it. "I don't know how you do it, Flank Shaker, but this is fantastic!"

"Of course it is, I made it! And stop calling me that!" She protested as she turned around and wiggled her flank. "I mean it's not even that good looking."

"Trust me, it's a fine flank." Cast said as he trotted over and slapped it, getting a squeak from Flask. "I don't know what's wrong with that Stable of yours, letting go of you like that. You are beautiful, smart, and actually fun to be around. Their loss I say."

She glared at Cast, but with a flushed face. "Stop lying like that."

He grinned back at her. "If I was lying, then why do I want to tear up the sweet flank of yours."

Flask blushed. "Maybe because I'm the only non-ghoul mare here?"

"I still see other mares, ghoul or smooth cotes, but you're still better by far." Cast further flattered Flask.

Trotting to her lab counter, falling over as her drink started to hit her harder, but she got back up and again looked back. "But what about my eyesight and my four left hooves? Or that my mane and tail are always a mess."

Cast Iron trotted over to her, brushing off some of the dirt from her face. "Flask, my sister was born with five legs, I had a friend who had two pupils in one eye. And before my ghoulification, I had breathing problems. Nopony out here is perfect, and even those who are at least normal have bigger problems to worry about then if their genes are good or not."

He then took a nearby mirror and pointed it at her counter for Flask to look at herself with. "You're fine, better than fine actually. So stop doubting yourself and accept that you're a beautiful, if awkward mare. Frankly, we're still confused as to why you haven't left us yet. Most normal and healthy settlements would gladly take in a mare of your talents. By Celestia, I bet you'd have your pick of the stallions to fuck."

Flask's heart went thump. Though crude at the end, she found his words absolutely romantic, and it might be her booze talking again, but she was seeing him as a really handsome stallion. If not for his ghoulification, she was sure she'd have jumped on his cock by now. And the more she thought about it, the more she thought why not go for it. "Prove it then." Flask said as she put her front hooves on her counter, and spread her legs. Only then she realized what she was doing, and with a ghoul. Sucking him off was one thing, and she was still a virgin… but she was too far in to back down now, and she really whited to fuck.

No… She needed to fuck.

Cast then shrugged, since he was hard, buzzed, and ready to go, this was not something he was going to just pass at. He knew it was a bad idea, but this was likely the last time he would ever spend with a normal looking mare. So placing his forehooves onto Flasks hips, he got himself into position to rut the younger and willing mare

With her ass out and Cast’s dick caressing her neither’s, Flask then had a thought. "You said those other ghouls wouldn't be so secretive over pets right?"

Cast Iron sighed, his dick was twitching as the tip rested right at the entrance to Flask’s cunt.. "Really, why bring that up now?"

"Well what if ghouls aren't as infertile as we think? What if they're hiding foals, and it's why they need that food?" Flask pondered, then smirked. "You do know it's not my safe day, so it's possible you might knock me up."

Rolling his eyes, Cast Iron thrusted into Flask, making her moan from the shock and pleasure. "Fuck, you talk to much Flank Shaker. Shut up and keep your fantasies to yourself, and let me enjoy this while I still can, okay!"

Flask winked at Cast, saying "yes daddy!"

Part of the ghoul's face flushed, and somehow his cock became harder from those two words.

"You horny bitch!" He said, and began thrusting his hips back and forth.

Flask’s mouth salivated as she felt her insides jolt with pleasure and pain. “Ahh, yes! Fuck me like a whore!” she moaned as she moved her own hip with his.

It was easy for her to quickly match his motions, despite never having a partner before, she had practiced a lot since in Stable 69 she didn't have all that much else to do. And though Casts comments about her being a natural at sex was a joke, actually feeling it made her not actually hate the idea. But that could be the booze talking.

After a few more thrusts, Cast wanted to test a thought, and raising up a hoof, he slapped it down hard onto Flask’s flank. The mare let out a deep and loud moan of pleasure, which only exited Cast more. “That’s right my little whore, sing for me, sing like the whore you are!”

Her mind in a haze of pleaser, she did just that, moaning with pleasure as she called out “fuck me harder daddy!” in which he did.

Not since his ghoulification had Cast been with a mare like this, and never this hot and heavy. As hard and fast as possible, he ravaged the mares cunt, lifting her off the ground as he pushed as deep inside her as possible, his own mind becoming a fog.

All strength had left Flask as her body convulsed with another organism, the fourth one she thought, but she lost count after two with how intense Cast was. Then she felt it, a warmth filling her insides, causing her body to convulse with the most intense organism yet.

Letting Flask go, Cast fell back onto his haunches, panting loudly. Flask let herself fall back and lay in his lap, the ghouls cum leaking out of her.

“That was… so good.” Flask said panting.

Smiling and giving the mare a hug, Cast told her, “Ya, don’t think I’ve ever had it as good as that. Not even when young and not a ghoul.”

But Flask didn’t respond, letting out a soft snore as she fell asleep in Clast’s hooves.

Sighing, Cast then confessed. “I do hope you're wrong about ghouls being fertile. You're too good of a mare to be tied down by a dirtbag like me.”

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Flask struggled to keep down her food, having felt sick for the last few days, and was sure it was radiation poisoning. Well, she hoped it was. So she chugged her glowing mushroom tea again, hoping to get rid of more radiation.

“You sure you're okay to come?” Cast asked, the ghouls stallion having become more protective of his smooth cote lover.

“I’m fine, just a bit unwell. Trust me, I’ll be okay.” Flask reassured Cast.

It had been two months since they seriously got to work on the Ultra Dash, and only now did they have enough to sell to really make good caps on it. It was going to some ghoul population near Manehattan, who promised to pay plenty of caps for the stuff.

As the nausea passed, Flask joined Cast and the other ghouls, who all were very concerned for her health. She was sure all she needed was some rad-away, and she will be good as new, that's all.

The fact that she hasn't had her period did concern her, and a lot of what she was feeling was similar to the signs of pregnancy in the stables guide book for expecting mothers. But that was impossible, she had only been sleeping with Cast… a lot. Like every day. And that's probably where she was getting the radiation poisoning from… even though he was only mildly irradiated for a ghoul.

At least she’d be able to get tested once they're able to move to a new place after this deal went through. Despite Copper’s demands, Cast Iron and the other ghouls decided that Tenpony tower was a bad idea. Friendship city was a lot more accepting of ghouls, and had surrounding communities that insulated the area from raiders and slavers.

“Say, where’s Copper?” Flask asked as she followed the others into the meeting spot.

Cast gave an annoyed groan. “Likely sulking, I don’t know why he is so damn set at Tenpony Tower. They would never have accepted use before we went all ghoul, then why would they let us in now. Anyways, I don’t think Copper has long, his mind has been slipping lately.”

Flask nodded slowly. “Ya, I tried to give him something to help him, but he just refused to take it. I’m starting to think he wants to go feral, or something like that.”

“I’m not sure that's it, but I can’t deny he is losing it. I hate to say this, but maybe we might need to take drastic actions if he gets any worse.” Cast suggested. The thought of having to put his old friend down sickened the ghoul, but day by day Copper looked more feral, and was getting more aggressive. If it was just them ghouls he’d have tolerated it more, since ferals don't attack other ghouls, but with Flask around, it scared him.

Cast worried that one day he would go see Flask, only to find Copper over her dead body, eating her like a savage animal. It was something he could not let happen.

From the other end of the room, a ghoul trotted out from the shadows. “I don’t think you will be doing any of that.” Copper said to everyponies surprise.

Narrowing his vision and glaring at his old friend, Cast growled out. “What joke is this Copper?”

Copper let out a gravely and malicious chuckle. “No joke, I’m just completing the deal, just not the one you thought it was.”

Several ponies from elevated positions appeared from the shadows, most with crude pipe guns, but a few with junkyard SMG’s. All of them had spiked decorated scrap armor, which filled Flask with dread. Raiders, they were surrounded by riders. Though their gun's power and accuracy was crap, Cast knew that it didn’t matter with the volume of lead those ponies likely would throw out. They all would be dead by the time any of them could shoot back at the raiders.

“Why!?” Cast demanded.

“Why?” Copper growled back. “You short sighted fool, letting that little slut lead you by the collar. We could be living in luxury for all eternity, but you choose to settle with second rate just so your fuck toy could live with you.”

Cast raised an eyebrow, or what he had left of one. “Copper… what the fuck are you planning?”

The almost feral ghoul smiled wide. “Oh it’s the most brilliant of plans you see. Turns out that Rotting Tail has been keeping a whole lot a ferals in the tunnels under Tenpony. The idiot thinks they could be cured in time or some shit, but think about it. If we let them loose on Tenpony Tower, then it’s ours, all ours!”

“You clearly lost your mind, haven't you Copper. There is no way Rotting Tail would let you do that, ever. You're sick, and you need help. Just tell your new friend to back off, and let us help you.” Cast tried to convince his old friend.

But Copper's head tilted, madness in his milky white eyes. “Naw, I'd rather just sell you, and the ultra dash. Use that money to get into Tenpony Tower.”

Several more raiders armed with melee weapons trotted over and began to grab the ghouls. When one grabbed Flask, she tried to rest, only to get knocked down.

“This one looks fresh, maybe I should try her out,” the raider said with vile lust in his mad eyes.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Cast said, only to get knocked out by a bat.

Slowly getting up, for the first time in a long time, Flask felt afraid. But then a bigger raider trotted over, and kicked the one who knocked her down.

“What, I say about touching the product!” The big raider said. “If she catches your dickrot then we get nothing for her! The Rippers are paying good caps for clean breeders, even if the bitch been fucking a ghoul.” they then looked down at Flask, smiling wide to show two rows of sharpened to a point teeth. “Ya, and stable ponies sell real well. So I hope ya enjoy a life popping out little fucks for the rest of ya life.”