Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

Flask was worried, having heard the stories, she knew she was in trouble, but fortunately as disorganized and vile the raiders were, they had not touched her… yet. For a month she was kept in a cage as they slowly transported her, giving her time to think and steel herself for what was to come. She also had enough time to realize that she was, in fact, pregnant.

It was still small, but her stomach was starting to show, and even the raiders could see it, not that they cared. What worried her was how they joked about how her foal would be smashed against a rock soon after it was born, which horrified her.

To protect her and Cast Iron’s foal, she needed to come up with a plan. Though she didn't know who the Rippers were, she was sure they might have interest in chems. If she could convince them to have her make chems for them, then maybe they let her keep her foal. It was a vile idea, but it was the only card she had at hoof. But until then, she needed to keep her head down, mouth shut, and eyes open.

So when she and several other mares were delivered to some run down hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere, things looked bleak. The Rippers were a band of savage looking ponies, all armed with military muzzle-held micro chainsaws, also known as rippers… ya, they named themselves after their favorite weapon. But looking at them, Flask was rather impressed with how strong most of them looked, with only a few strung out skinny stallions among them. Though all the spikes they decorated themselves ruined anything attractive about them.

Keeping to her plan, Flask needed to learn as much about the Rippers as possible before making her move. But when one ran in front of the cages with his ripper buzzing off loudly, running it along the metal and causing sparks, Flask stumbled back, having been startled by the surprise act of aggression.

All but one mare had done the same, the one standing firm, unflinching. Flint Knife, a tribe mare, had been doing her best to keep our spirits, and been planning a way to Free us. Though as strong and brave as she was, she was also dumb, so Flask didn't get her hopes up about the mare.

And so Flint Knife was the first taken out by the Rippers, where they then forced her to the ground. She tried to struggle, but after a long time in the cage, none of us had much strength. Worse being Flint Knife, who had been sharing her food with the others.

Flask watched as one raider then mounted Flint, forcing his way into her. She let out a cry of pain, only to be silenced as another raider shoved his cock into her mouth. While they ravaged the willful mare, they slapped and kicked her every time she struggled until the struggle was all out of her. When the look of defiance was gone, and only tears could be seen in her eyes. Flint Knife was dragged off to a shack, where the sounds of cries, moaning, and grunting could be heard.

It was painful to watch, but Flask made a mental note to not look defiant. The Rippers rape defiance out of a mare.

Two more mares were then dragged out, this time because they were crying, Flask was sure of it. The two mares were then forced to suck a raiders cock each, and everytime they made a noise, they were hit. Once they stopped crying, other Rippers got to work fucking their ass or cunts. It had become clear to Flask that the rippers didn’t want their mares to make any noise, like crying or any kind of distress.

She wanted to puke right then and there, but fortunately she had nothing in her stomach. A silver lining in a already shitty situation

“I’ll do it!” A mare then called out. “I’ll fuck and suck… just don’t hurt me.” she whined.

The other raiders then grinned at each other and pulled her out, leaving Flask as the last mare. What Flask then witnessed was even more horrified her, as the raiders didn’t fuck the mare, just beat her. The poor mare begging for mercy as Flask then realized the two raiders beating her were mares themselves. She somehow knew that they had taken offense by the mare speaking up, as they had by the sound of distress or the look of defiance. But saying you would do it, that had pissed the raiders off the most.

So as the raiders came for her, Flask kept her eyes down, making sure to look submissive. When the sound of a ripper came near her ear, she flinched, but made no sound. And when one asked “Ya got anything to say?” Flask shook her head.

Then a raider mare let out a chuckle. “This bitch knows her place, boring. And here I wanted to see her broken in.” The raider then sighed. “Take the bitch to the elders, and if she does anything stupid, ya got yar excuse to break her in.”

“Come slave!” a raider told Flask, and she complied. They trotted away as the four other mares let out whimpers.

The elders were far older than she thought raiders could get, but the more she saw of the Rippers, the more she came to see that they were more than just raiders. Savage and brutal, but a culture all on their own. Though if they all just died tomorrow, that would not bother Flask in the least. Actually, it would be a vast improvement to the wasteland if the Rippers were wiped out.

An old mare felt Flask up, touching her crotch, feeling her nipples, and even spreading her cunt. Grumbling, the old raider said, “This one is already with child!" The raiders boo'd, which concerned Flask, but the old mare silenced them all. "But she is healthy, and very fertile. She will birth many fine warriors for the tribe. Strong warriors!” Several raiders then cheered.

Another old raider, a stallion. “But she is not broken, could be dangerous.”

The raiders again boo’d.

Flask wanted to protest, but she knew what would happen if she did, so she kept her head down.

Then the old stallion touched her flank, flicked her tattered lab coat, and took her glasses. “Hmmm, things of an egg pony, smart yet dumb, not of warrior stock.” Flask then felt the old stallion lick her anu, where she almost jumped in shock. “Hmmm, a thinker, knows to pretend. Dangerous indeed.”

The old mare then lifted Flask's chin, and she could see the hard life this raider must have lived. Blind in one eye, sacred flesh and cracked lips. “Speak, we permit you, why should we not tie you to post and breed you like others. If you speak smart, not dumb, we may yet reward you.”

This was her moment, what will doom her as some breeding stock, where her unborn foal will be killed, or she will save the foal, and buy herself time.

“I… make potions… medicine and chems. As… as your slave I’ll make them for you freely, I’ll bear you new warriors without complaint, I'm yours to with do as you please” Flask told them, knowing that there was no way out of them breeding her. “But I plead, let me keep the unborn foal in me, that's all I ask. I’ll do everything you ask of me gladly, just let me keep my child.”

“You have no place to make such requests!” The old mare shouted, slapping Flask.

But the old stallion slapped her back. “You silence! Old fool, if this is medicine mare, then we need. Bitter Chew grows old and weird, and Sweet Razor tastes the sky mushrooms too much.” He then smiled at Flask, showing rows of sharpened yellow teeth. “You promise to be new medicine mare, and to birth many new foals for tribe?”

“I… I will.” Flask replied.

“Good, but you first must become part of trib.” but the old stallion then frowned. “But foal will be problem, as it is not of tribe. If colt, will be exiled, if filly, she will share your fate. But until you bear us new warrior you not us, and you live as tribe whore!”

Flask nodded. It didn’t sound like the best life, but she at least saved her unborn foals life. Now she just needed to bide her time for an opportunity to escape.

The old mare then added red paint to Flask’s face, as though like a scar across it. Her touch was rough, getting under her fur and scratching her skin. “I, Matriarch of the Ripper clan, announce you tribe whore until you become tribe mother." She then added green paint to Flask's face, clearly not liking Flask with how rough she was. "You will be sub of medicine mare, where your child will be granted… protection." Last she placed a line of black pain down the center of Flask's face. "Show us loyalty, and you may become tribe. Bear us many warriors and watch them grow strong! Now show us your dedication, please our warriors, and let them claim you."

Flask knew what was coming as several of the triable raiders got up and the two older raiders left. All she could think was that it’s the best of a bad situation, where it was better then being beaten and raped until she couldn't think anymore. Instead, from what she could tell, she was going to have to fuck the raiders whenever they want until her foal is born, then be fuck by them them until she was pregnant again.

It was a horrendous situation, so much so that her leg trembled in fear of it all. But something also tangled in her with excitement.

The first raider was not gentle as he grabbed Flask, tearing her already torn up lab coat to shreds as he pushed her head down. Mounting her, the raider got to work fucking her cunt. And accepting the brute, Flask moved her hips, taking him in deep.

A strange wave of pleasure quivered through Flask, feeling something different with the raiders dick. When a second raider stepped forward, she saw what it was. Dangling in front of her was a fully erect cock covered in studs.

Opening her mouth, the raider shoved his pierced dick into her waiting mouth, there he grabbed onto her head as he began fucking her throat.

Soon warmth filled her as the raiders let her warmth spunk into her as they claimed her for themselves. Finished, the Raider left a paint covered hoofprint on her before she felt herself lifted up, and passed to another waiting raider, who pushed her down onto his cock, it was bigger than the last, forcing Flask's hips wide.

Bending back, Flask rode the cock like a whore, feeling the raider shoot more cum into her, but Flask wasn't done, and neither was the raider. Lifting up, she then held the cock over her anus, and let herself slide down. Only for the raider to pull her down hard.

More raiders joined in, and Flask used what she could to please them. Stroking them with her hooves, sucking with her mouth, and even using her magic. One by one the would ejaculated, and each time leave a hoof print on Flask.

One raider held Flask up as he bounced her up and down on his cock. Another pushed her face into the mud as her hind legs were held up. Many took pleasure in just getting themselves into her. Every hole being filled, even her mane and tail were fucked.

Even a few rider mares got in on the fun, using crude toys on Flask, or just getting fucked at the same time over her.

As the night passed, and the dawn came, so did another raider and he pulled his cock out of Flask, the cum of many raiders seeping out of every orifice. With the light of day shining, the mare known as Flask Shaker couldn't be seen, covered in black and red paint, along with copious amounts of cum, not a bit of blue could be seen.

The Matriarch then returned, eyeing Flask. "You now belong to Rippers, as whore wife."

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There were points when Flask quietly cried herself to sleep, being treated like nothing more than an object to fuck day in and out. But after a month, she knew she had made the right decision. As tribe whore, they never did harmed her, other then some rough fucking. And though she had no right to refuse their request to fuck, she was treated as an object to be cared for. A few times the raiders didn’t even have sex with her, just laid their head on her lap and cried.

It was weird, but at least she was safe.

The other mares unfortunately were not given the same treatment, one having died within the month after arriving. The other three looked dead inside, sporting bruises and even some scars. They even looked at Flask with resentment, of which didn't bother her, as the situation was unfair for all of them. She had just gotten the least short straw of a batch of short straws.

But Flask had not given in and accepted the Rippers herself, having been made the medicine mare's assistant, she had access to material the raiders hardly understood. Their medicine mare was just some old chem addict that knew what dulled pain and what gave a pony energy, but not the why. So by adjusting the medicine mare's dosage, and pretending it was the old mares own ideas, the old hag was inching closer to overdose each day as she poisoned her own tribe.

As for the apprentice, she was falling even faster, having been given some crude ultradash Flask managed to make. Pure enough to not poison the vulgar mare, but not strong enough to blow up her heart.

Unfortunately Matriarch Ripper never took her eye off Flask, always suspicious of her. But that was nothing new to her, as to Flask, stable 69 was far better at controlling ponies then the Rippers could ever be. The only difference was that every now and then a stallion would come over to get their dick wet, sometimes forming a line.

Flask had become the tribes best fuck, and they would not stand to have Flask removed.