Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

Panting heavily, Rust Bucket pushed the moldy pool table in front of the door. Much of the crew was dead, but the boss was confident that they would win in the end, they just needed to buy him some more time. "Will this do?" The raider asked his remaining crew, but received no answer. "Dudes?" He said, looking back, only to see that he was alone.

The door smashed open, sending the pool table falling onto Rust Bucket, knocking the wind out of him. Then the heavily armored diamond dog jumped onto the table, and with the weight of her body and armor added to the already heavy table, Rust Bucket was crushed. Everything went dark for the raider as he felt all his bones break and his insides get squeezed flat.

Priscilla let out a mighty, yet drunken war cry. Having been on guard duty for so long, she was finally able to stretch out her legs and let loose. Ya, all she was supposed to do was check on the border settlements in this part of the NCR, but the locals offered her two more whole large jugs of lunashine to take out this group of raider. Free booze and a chance to swing her super sledge, how could she not take the request. Anyways, it was the duty of an NCR trooper to protect the citizens after all.

Several raiders then burst from their hiding spots and fired at Priscilla wildly, which she lifted up her thick steel shield and the small caliber rounds bounced off it harmlessly.

She chuckled to herself as she was repeatedly shot at. Between her shield and heavy armor, the raiders would need some heavy guns to take her out. But they only had shitty pipe and junk guns, with not a caliber over 10mm. Though Priscilla only had her super sledge, she didn't care, because she was going to have some fun!

Pushing forward, she rushed one raider with her shield, hitting them hard enough that they both went through the wall and sent the broken raider flying into the next wall.

Several clicks were heard from another nearby raider, their pipe SMG out of ammo. Dropping the gun, the raider pulled out a rusty machete, and both Priscilla and the raider clashed in melee combat. Priscilla's super sledge easily defecting the machete and smashing into the raider, ripping off a leg, part of the raiders chest, and their lower jaw, sending the body into another wall.

A third raider dropped their gun, and pulled out three syringes of med-X, injecting themselves with a satisfied "ahhhh." Then had Priscilla's super sledge be thrown at them, knocking off their head.

Stomping with a wobble over to where her super sledge landed, she easily lifted it up with one paw and shook the blood off of it.

"Umm… Priscilla, maybe you should sober up a bit first." Golden Joystick suggested as the stallion peeked from the other side of the broken doorway, holding the jug of lunashine in his magic. "This seems a bit extreme, and dangerous."

Dropping her shield, the rotting floorboards crumpled under it, letting it stand up straight as Priscilla then stomped over to Golden, grabbing the jug out of his hold. "Why do you think I joined the NCR Heavy troopers? Certainly not to stand around all day guarding some politician." She then took a swig of the booze before tossing it back to Golden. "Heavy armor, heavy weapons, and heavy combat, that's what it's all about!"

Golden sniffed the booze and gagged. "A bit too heavy if you ask me. Anyway, I don't think this is safe to drink. I mean, didn't the old mare say she uses spark battery solution to make this?"

"And it gives the stuff an extra magical zap to it." The diamond dog said with a laugh. "Anyways, didn't you do shit like all the time back in the old world, oh Captain Chrome."

"No, well ya, but that was all lights and smoke. Like I told you, I'm an actor…, well was one anyways. It was all putting on a show, and anyways, I had a stunt double do the dangerous stuff." Golden explained again for the… he wasn't sure, having lost count a while back. The residents of the wasteland had almost no concept of actors, or what was done to make movies. Some even thought the old films were true stories for Celestia's sake.

"That's boring." Priscilla said disappointedly. "Pa was right, never meet your heroes, ever. They always disappoint you." She understood all that Applewood mumbo jumbo, she just didn't care. Still, it was disappointing to learn that Captain Chrome was just a prissy and pampered stallion.

Clattering came from further into the raider den as a heavily armored raider unicorn stomped from around a corner, levitating a minigun covered in razor wire. It was the boss of this group, and he had finished preparing for this fight. Priscilla smiled from under her helmet as she went and picked up her shield.

"Harsh… but true." Golden said, taking cover right before a roar of gunfire drowned out all noise.

Rushing forward, Priscilla shoulder checked the raider with her shield, and knocked away the minigun. She then felt herself be lifted up and thrown through a wall, sending dust and drywall everywhere.

The raider laughed as foam dripped from his mouth. "Ya NCR cunts are all the same, all the same… oh… wait, your one of those dog fucks… I always wanted to fuck one! Show me ya ass bitch"

"Why don't you fuck this!" Priscilla snarled as she jumped forward, swinging her super sledge, but it was caught in the raiders magic.

"Yes… no, maybe after you!" The raider chattered, his eyes bloodshot, unfocused, and with a bit of a rainbow shine to them. His horn was also scorched black, yet small sparks of magical energy arched across it.

Priscilla knew the symptoms, this raider was a trixie addict. The new chem floating around that boosts one's magic at the cost of their sanity.

Again she felt herself be lifted off her paws, and tossed through another wall, but this time the unicorn didn’t let go, and slammed her into the ground. Her armor protected her, but Priscilla was now regretting having left her shotgun behind. So as she was pulled from the hole in the floor the Raider made with her body, and felt her being squeezed, she knew she was in a bad position.

Then the raider stopped, and then she felt her armor being pulled…

Nope! She thought as she tried to struggle, as one peace then came off. Impacts her armor could take, but they were not made for being pulled apart. So at the buckles on her chestplate strained, and then came undone, she knew what was on the raiders mind and didn’t like it.

“B… boss!” Rust Bucket called out. “What do we do with the stallion?”

The raider boss growled at the smaller raider, “You fuck him, he looks your type anyways.” He then refocused on Priscilla, licking his lips. "I'm going to make this one worship my di-"

*Bang*

The raider boss’s head disintegrated into green goo, slowly followed by the rest of him, leaving only the armor covered in the stemming green residue.

With a snort, Rust Bucket burst into green flames, and in his place Golden Joystick was in his place. Holstering his SG Master Blaster, Golden let out a sigh. “That never ceases to just look so wrong.” He stated as he moved the green goo armor with his magic.

Picking herself off the ground, Priscilla took off her helmet and dropped it, painting heavily from what just happened. “I… I had it.” She said, walking up to Golden. “Everything was under control.”

Golden's eyes shifted nervously, unsure if he upset his companion or not. “Well I… I just wanted to… ya, show you my acting skills.”

She grabbed him by the scruff of his fluff around his neck, pulling him up, getting muzzle to muzzle, and looking him in the eyes. “It wasn't bad.” Priscilla snarled before kissing him on the lips, her tongue caressing his own.

It was a surprise to Golden, but not an unwanted one as he reciprocated the kiss.

They then paused, looking at the blood and destruction around them.

"Maybe we can continue this another time." Golden suggested.

With her one good eye, Priscilla drunkenly glared at the half Changeling. Both the fighting, and his timely aid was leaving her rather in the mood. Something that was not going to last long if they just left. Looking over to where the raider boss had come from, an idea hit her. A hazy idea, but an idea no less.

"No." Priscilla said as she stomped towards the raider bosses room with Golden in one paw, as she unlatched her armor with the other. As she felt lighter and lighter, her spiked tail swished with excitement.

The raider boss's room was what they had come to expect, dirty and littered with used chems and booze bottles. But there was an actual bed here, although broken, but it was going to end up that way once she was done with Golden.

Tossing the stallion on the bed, Priscilla smirked. "Cock out fuck colt."

Golden was still very unsure about this relationship he had started, commonly being the one to lead and be dominant. Yet though he didn't feel that willing, his groin was more than just up for the challenge.

Fully erected, all Golden could do was watch as Priscilla climbed onto the broken bed, it bending and cracking under the muscular diamond dog. She then turned around, tail up with her pussy exposed.

"Lick!" She commanded as she took a tight hold of his cock.

Just the touch of her paws felt better than any hoof or claw job he had ever felt before, and as a gentile stallion, he always gave back as good as he got.

Priscilla let out a moan as she felt his tongue caress her. Just big and long enough to hit everything just right. It was cheating how Changeling could do that, reading her pleasure like a book and turning it up higher than she ever had before. None of her previous partners were even half as good, and Golden was only using his tongue.

Opening her maw, she took all of his cock into her mouth, shoving her pussy into Golden's face as she easily deepthroated the stallion, determined to make him cum first before her hips gave out.

But as Golden's cock twitched, waves of pleasure rippled through Priscilla's body as she let out a cock filled mouth moan, orgasiming.

Needing to come up for air, Priscilla took a deep breath only to be hit in the face by Golden's ejaculation. A bit annoyed, she licked it off her face with her long wet tongue, only to feel even more aroused.

"Fuck." She grumbled, now remembering that his jizz was effectively an aphrodisiac.

Looking back, Golden was still catching his breath, but not out of it yet. So lifting her hips, Priscilla positioned her now lubricated cunt over his still erect cock, carefully moving it so that she could slide down it.

"C… can you give me a…" Golden was about to ask for a breather, but saw the lust driven look in Priscilla's eye. There was no stopping this train until she was out of steam, and Golden knew it. "Never mind."

With a slam, golden grunted as both pain and pleasure mixed. The massive bitch threatened to break his hips with the power of her own hips as she forcefully rode up and down his cock. Priscilla's tongue flopped out as another orgsim came, causing her to salivate with pleasure, her mind further in a haze.

Twitching and pumping, Golden's balls were quickly drained as Priscilla cunt drained him of everything, and still demanded more. If he was a normal stallion, then this would soon be over, with his spirit willing, but his body not. But he was Golden Joystick, the upcoming superstar of Equestria's golden age of film, lover of enough mares that he had lost count, and also a half changeling. The changeling part being most important for this situation.

Priscilla let out a surprised moan as she felt her folds widened apart more as everything that touched Goldens cock felt as though it was being caressed. "Ch… cheater." She managed to say through gritted teeth as yet another orgasim came.

Not willing to give in, Priscilla continued to ride Golden, but after a few more trips up and down his pole, she hit something familiar. The stallion had formed a knot at the base of his cock, and it was just the right size for her. So licking her lips with anticipation, she forced her way down. Where she heard a pop from one of her hips, causing an eye to twitch with the most pleasurable pain as Golden began to pump her insides full.

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With her head pounding, Priscilla only now understood how foul smelling it was in that raider den, now regretting getting utterly plastered before running off. "Can you stop me next time." She bemoaned.

"I tried, many times." Golden complained, but he knew it fell on deaf ears. "Did you at least have fun?"

Picking up the rusty, but still in good enough condition minigun, Priscilla smiled wide. "Fuck ya." She then clutched her head again as it pounded like being hit by her super sledge. "Maybe you were right about that spark battery stuff."

Golden took a sip of the lunashine booze. "I don't know, I think I can get used to this."

Priscilla let out a snort, "just don't kill yourself like that. I've never had a ride like you since… ever."

Trotting up to her, Golden gave Priscilla a playful nudge. "Just don't go getting all soft on me. A beautifully big bitch like you is best when in charge."

The diamond dog felt her face go flush at the word beautiful, and quickly turned her head to hide it. "Ya ya, I ain't getting soft any time soon. Not when we still got those villains to hunt."

The two then began their trip back to the settlement to bring them the good news. All while Priscilla made a mental note to not leave her guns behind next time.