Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

The Raider grunted as he let another load into Flask, hoping to be the one to impregnate her. Sucked dry, he finally let her go, and layed back to catch his breath.

Several piercings and plenty of warpaint now adorned Flask, looking like any other raider. Though her scratched and cracked glasses did hint at something more.

Free from her current partner, Flask wiped herself clean and trotted over to her daughter, letting her little Centrifuge begin suckling on one of her swollen teats. It had barely been a week since she was born, and Flask could see the part of her that was Cast Iron’s. Strangely, the filly also had a near black tongue and a slight green glow in her eyes that reminded her of the ghouls. Centrifuge was also quite thin despite how much she fed her, so Flask could only assume that this was all due to her filly's father being a ghoul and that she as healthy as she could be.

She could only guess that it was because her father is a ghoul that Centrifuge was like this.

Looking back at her current partner, Flask was filled with disgust by the idea of him impregnating her, not if she had a choice in the matter. Fortunately she was able to make a rather primitive contraceptive, and soon after Centrifuge was born she had started taking it daly. Though it made her a bit sick, it would give her a bit more time.

As of now, Flask was the only medicine mare the Rippers had. Her slow poisoning of the others had worked, and though suspicious of her, the Rippers could not afford to lose her. Not when the chems Flask made were far superior to whatever the other medicine mare's offered.

Effectively, her plan was to poison all the raiders, and when the time was right, kill them all in one go. Though she had gotten used to being the tribe whore, there was no way she was letting Centrifuge share her fate.

Signs of the plan were already starting to show, as many of the raiders were already addicted to the chems Flask made, and coming to see her frequently just for more. Though Flask did fuck many of them as well, it was now by her request, which had the added affect of making them addicted to her body.

"Dear medicine mare." The Matriarch spoke up as she entered. "I see you are true to your duty. Though it is unnecessary to look after that foal as well. Let the slaves nurse her, as it is their purpose."

Flask did her best to hide her disgust for the old mare, for she was the one who dictated everything here, and had the power to end their raider ways. But no, this old bitch revealed in the power she had, salivated from the cruelty she afflicted. Flask hated the raiders, but came to understand that she was the one who made them this way, made them beyond redemption. Worst to Flask was how she clearly wanted to separate Centrifuge from her, where Flask could not insure her daughters safety.

For Flask suspended that the old crone planned on killing her daughter. Not out of making sure Flask was loyal, but to just hurt Flask.

"It is fine, she is to be my successor, so she must drink my milk." Flask told the Matriarch while keeping her head down.

The Matriarch huffed in annoyance. "You should be focusing on being bred, not nursing the young. Or did you not forget the deal."

"But if something would happen to my little one, I would not be able to perform my medicine mare duties out of grief. Then what would the tribe do without their medicine." Flask replied.

This further annoyed the old mare, but with how addicted the tribe was, including the Matriarch, she could not harm Flask without a backlash from the other raiders.

"Fine then, but this is not why I am here." The Matriarch said with a smirk. "The clawed ghost has become more active lately, and taken more lives."

Flask nodded, "The albino cragataur, the warriors have brought in monsters like it and let me cut them open."

She had only memories of old books to go off of, but the monsters seem to be a hybrid of a cragadile a minotaur, and some other creatures… maybe even pony. But Flask had just been calling them cragataur. Mainly they just wanted Flask to help cure the skin and make armor for them, but the monsters were also good ingredients for some new potions.

"Yes the cragataur as you call them. Well, we had a vision, one of using the ghost and its kin to conquer our rivals. And you will aid us in this endeavor." The Matriarch said with a wide grin.

Flask gulped in worry, hoping she was just high and not serious about that.

"We require you make us a potion in which to tame the cragataur, and the ghost. No… we demand it!"

"It… it will be done." Flask said, knowing that she had no choice in the matter.

"You have a month." The old mare said smugly, and trotted out of Flasks tent.

Picking up Centrifuge, Flask gave her daughter a hug as she burped her, fully knowing that she was given an impossible task. Possibly to get rid of her without pissing off the rest of the Rippers. "If the potion failed, and the Rippers died, I would be to blame. And if not killed, then thrown in with the slaves."

But Flask had not gotten this far to just give up now, not when she had her daughter to protect.

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Flask was dumbstruck as she was taken to the cragataur cave, not expecting to be the one to be sent down to tame the monsters. But thinking about it, the Matriarch likely didn't want a chance the other raiders side would side with Flask even if it fails. No, she wanted Flask dead, and that's it.

Looking at the condition of her potions, doubt set in. Yes they had worked, but she had only tested it on stallions. Already they had a few cragataurs effectively tamed by potion, so she was sure it would work for her… mostly sure.

The only problem was an ingredient Flask had added to the mix, Venus root to be exact, was going to have an effect on her. The Rippers mainly used it on the slaves to pacify them, the stuff being a rather effective aphrodisiac, turning some of the poor mares into sex addicts. She herself had tried it, and effectively had the second best sex in her life. So she thought maybe a little would calm the cragataurs.

It had, but the raiders who had to drink it as an experiment she later had to fuck. Though fun, it took them longer to go limp than normal. So Flask was not looking forward to becoming considerably horny as she pacified a bunch of rock lizard monsters.

Venturing into the damp cave, Flask poured her first potion over herself, giving her the smell of a cragataur. Which so far had made the monsters less interested in eating the pony who drank it… most of the time. She just needed to get to the clawed ghost, and hit it with the taming potion, and it should follow her around.

The effects of the potion then hit Flask, as her cunt began to drool, and her face flushed. The venus root was too damn effective. If she survived this, she was going to demand they gang bang her and make her pregnant.

Shaking her head, Flask regained control of her own mind, the thought of actually wanting to be bred by the Rippers still sickening her. Either she was going to need to get off before returning to the rippers, or find a way to counteract the potion.

With a rumble, Flask froze as a Cragataur came out of a nearby pond. Its rock scales were rough and thick, clattering as it stomped over, eyeing Flask with bright yellow eyes. It was big, twice the size of a pony, with two horns coming out of the side of its head, and large claws that tapped on the ground as the thing walked on its knuckles.

They both stared at each other for a long moment, but then the Cragataur moved away to some mound and laid next to it. It still glared at Flask, but didn’t move, so Flask simply trotted further into the tunnel.

To Flask shock, there was a structure inside the tunnel, some old lab flooded with water. There was also a lot of Cragataurs here, but they seemed less interested in Flask, and more interested in protecting their little mounds.

Making her way further in, she found what she was looking for, a larger Cragataur with glistening white quarts scales, and it was looking at her with ruby red eyes. Both its horns and claws were bigger, and looked like clean cut crystals. Also, unlike the other Cragataurs, this one was exceptionally clean, almost polished, and so was the area around it. Though most things had water damage, much of the lab equipment and terminals were clean and well cared for, possibly even recently used.

The monster acknowledged Flasks presents, gaving out a loud grunt before sniffing the air. Strangely Flask though she could see the monster thinking, even raising a rocky eyebrow at her. Then it let out a roar which she knew was bad.

Throwing her other potion, Flask prayed to Celestia for a miracle.

The Ghost charged, getting hit by the taming potion as it got closer to Flask. Then it slowed down to a stop right in front of Flask. It sniffed the air again around her, and then sniffed her as poster slacked, and it seemed to relax.

“It… worked!” Flask said in excitement. Though how to lure the thing back to the Rippers was the new problem.

As she pondered on how to move the large monster, she then felt a claw gently grab onto her. Looking back she saw that the ghost was drooling with its tongue out and eyes on her… It also had two monster dicks that quickly became fully erect.

Flask looked at the other Cragataurs, and realized that all the others must be female…

And it was the only male.

And she likely smelt like a female Cragataur ready to mate.

“Fuck…” Flask said in a defeated tone as she began to drool as well, her mind wandering to how good those dicks will feel. It was too late for Flask, as the aphrodisiac on her and the monster mixed, taking hold of her mind. She opened up her legs, vaganale fluid alredy running down them, and she then said, "make me your bitch ya horny monster!"

Pressed down on her, the monster's power was immense. And as it pressed inside of her, filling both her cunt and anus at the same time, Flask let out a pleasure filled moan of pain, causing tears to form in her eyes from it. The monster's cocks were bigger than she had ever felt before, and as she was pulled into it, her abdomen bulging.

For a moment she thought it was going to break her, far too big for a pony to take. But as she gasped from it, the Ghost stopped, and began slowly moving its hips, as though being gentle. Lightly trusting into Flask, she was quickly getting used to its size, the pain of it dulling with each thrust, but so was the pleasure.

"H… harder!" She moaned out. "Harder you stupid best!"

The Ghost then stopped, its massive claws letting go of her back and then grabbing hold of her hips.

Then she realized, fuck it understood me! Right as it thrusted deep into her.

Like a wild animal, the albino cragataur began to fuck Flask with all its might. The drool from its mouth dripped onto her back, further coving her in his musk.

Her body convulsed, quickly going from one organism to the next with hardly a break in between. With her mind lost in the fog of pleasure, she didn't even notice it had begun to ejaculate into her until her stomach began to expand.

With each thrust, some of the monsters cum leaked out of Flask as more was pumped into her. Soon she started to look pregnant again, her body still elastic enough to hold more of the monster's seed then a pony normally can, and some more.

Eventually the monster ran out of energy, laying back and leaving an inflated Flask impaled on its cocks. The lust drunk Flask continued to move her hips, having energy for more. When she was finaly done, she let herself slide onto the monster's stomach, its cocks popping out of her, and its cum quickly flowed out of her.

Panting, Flask just laid there, her body still twitching from the pleasure, her mind slow to return to sanity.

"Ahh… that was… good." She breathed out, and then asked. "Say… if you… can understand me… can you lift a claw?"

The Ghost then lifted a claw up.

Flask blinked a few times, processing what it just did, ideas and thoughts running through her still hazy mind.

After regaining her energy, Flask began asking the monster questions, all while stroking its cocks, so as to keep it happy. Learning that the beast was indeed intelligent, though the other cragataurs were not. It didn't plan to eat her, unless Flask was a threat. Also, it was only killing the raiders because the raiders were attacking the females.

Overall, Ghost Claw, as she named him, just wanted to be left alone, where it could try and make more Cragataur like itself.

It then pointed at the lab, and Flask suspected that the cragataurs were not natural. She then suggested that she could help, since she is a trained arcano-tech potion maker. Which Ghost seemed interested. But then Flask let it know that it was only if it could help her rescue her daughter.

Ghost thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

Breathing as sigh of relief, Flask then looked the large cragataur in the eyes as she licked some of its cum off her hoof. "Say, you want to go for round two then?"

It gave her a nod, and Flask climbed its cocks for another ride.

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Flask was not one for reveling in the death of others, but as she led the cragataurs through a gap in the Ripper's defense, she found herself anticipating the chaos.

With a roar, the Rippers were caught with their dicks out as a large group of very pissed off cragataurs began charging through the camp. Their massive claws, and brutal horns easily smashed through the panicked raiders, some being thrown great distances into walls and others simply cut down like nothing. Even when the Rippers counter attacked, the cragataurs stony hide proved too tough to be easily stopped.

Flask herself rode on Ghosts back, the larger male able to pick up boulders and toss them at the raiders. She'd feel sorry for them, if it was not for them being horrible ponies that would had raped her into sumbishon if she had not been so submissive from the start.

With their defense crumbled, it was easy for Flask to guide Ghost to the Matriarch's tent, where the cragataur ripped off the top like it was nothing. There Flask saw Centrifuge in a cage, crying for her.

Pure rage filled Flask as the raider Matriarch babbled out "y… you want to be leader? I swear loyalty, yes. Spare me, and I can teach you."

Flask would laugh if she was not so disgusted with the hag. So she whispered to Ghost, "can you just toss her away like the trash she is, I would rather not have my daughter see that mess."

Ghost Claw nodded, and picking up the old hag, she begged for her life. But Ghost didn't care, he knew who and what she was, and was not going to suffer letting her live. So he tossed her, a trail of piss following the old mare as the raider boss splattered against a nearby wall, spraying blood around her now flattened corpse.

Effortlessly tearing open the cage, Ghost gave Centrifuge back to Flask and she hugged her daughter with all her might. "It's okay darling, mama's got you!"

As Flask looked back at the raider camp, hearing the screams and roars of battle, it was both horrible and beautiful at the same time. And she hoped that never again will the Rippers plague the Equestria Wasteland.