Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

Life in the cragataurs cave wasn't so bad, as further back Ghost actually kept parts of the lab in a maintained state. It turned out that he was actually extremely smart, possibly smarter than Flask, but lacked any real education. So though he understood what this place was, there was little he could do with it outside of trial and error.

So between reading the terminal entries and teaching a massive rock lizard how to read, Flask was quite busy.

What Flask had learned was that the place was made for restoring endangered or extinct animals. And this was a test sight for the real lab in some place called Sparkle-Cola World. With the cragataur being some weird accent of some mad pony trying to make a perfect bodyguard.

With a sigh, Flask wiped a smudge from her new clear quartz glasses, and got out of her chair to wobble to her bed. As it turned out, Flask had gotten pregnant from fucking Ghost, dispight the difference in species. She contributed that to the potion she made, as she did conduct her own experiments on the few raider mares they captured. Though it had taken a few months to confirm, she noted that the mares who drank the venus root potions ended up pregnant from Ghost like herself.

It wasn't necessary to do that to them, but Flask wanted some revenge. So Ghost had at least six more hybrid children on the way from them. Of which he was okay with, as at least half pony cragataurs would share his intellect.

As for Flask, her stomach had bloated up larger than when she was with Centrifuge, and she suspected twins, which was not going to be fun. So There was little she could do for herself until her new foals were born.

Ringing a bell, a mare trotted over, the defiant one that had arrived with Flask over a year ago. It had taken time, but the poor mare had slowly recovered from her treatment by the Rippers. Now she was sticking around both to help me, and to torment the remaining raider. Strangely she had become quite affectionate with Ghost, even choosing to get impregnated by him out of some sort of twisted sign of respect. And at this point, Flask suspected that she had fallen in love with the lizard.

But right now, she was helping Flask with her own pregnancy. "Um… Miss Flask, do you need anything?"

Flask beyond the mare over. "Yes, I think the birthing will be any day now, Flintknife, and I need you to make sure everything is ready."

Flintknife let out a sigh. "I already did all that Flask. The foals are safe, and all the video equipment you got working is prepared. We have enough medical supplies to kill a tribe, oh, and I double checked the raiders restaurants." A cruel grin formed on Flintknifes muzzle. "It's good to see those raider bitches be milked for a change."

Flask couldn't disagree, but doing to the raiders what they did to her seemed a bit much. "Do you ever think we're becoming like them, the raiders I mean?"

She scowled at her and turned around to show Flask her scarred cunt and anus. "We aint fucking them with spiked cocks as a way to dominate them!"

Nere Flask, Centrifuge began to fuss, and she levitated her little filly over. "It's okay, Mama's here." Flask then looked back to Flintknife. "I get it, and sorry for suggesting that. It's just, I worry sometimes."

Flintknife calmed down, trotting over to smile at Centrifuge. "No, I shouldn't lash out like that. But I understand, those monsters, they were ponies at some point. It's something to remember."

She then took a step back. "But I get it, if we act like monsters, we will become monsters. Anyways, I'll be nearby, so just ring me if your water breaks."

"I'll probably scream for you." Flask said jokingly.

Laying back in her bed, letting Centrifuge suckle, life in this cave wasn't so bad. In fact, it almost reminded her of home.

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The pregnancy was going on longer than Flask liked, and now she was getting worried. It was actually a problem for mares from stable 69. It had happened with Centrifuge, but fortunately the filly was small, and when labor did come, it wasn’t as much of a problem as it could have been.

But Flask was expecting two pony cragataur hybrids, who were clearly bigger than the average baby. If they got any bigger it would be a major problem. So that's why she decided it was time to force herself into labor.

Fortunately stable 69 was rather extensive in their sex education, up to parts that were a bit much for her at the time. Among that knowledge was that male ejaculation can induce labor in a pregnant mare, and if a pregnancy was taking too long, she should have sex. And from what she knew from some of the older mares from her Stable, it was true.

So with all the equipment set up, Flask Shaker was ready to record the whole process. For scientific research of course. Though she did masterbait to the videos of Ghost fucing those raiders, and Flintknife, it did help with researching on the cragataur mating habits… mostly.

But now Flask was going to record her own birthing, and catch the first glimpse of the hybrids. That and she had to admit, not having had sex in months was driving her a bit crazy. She was sure it was from all the sex forced upon her by the raiders, but Flask was sure she might have developed a minor sex addiction. Then again, she suspected that she might have always been a nympho.

So as the bloated Flask trotted into a shallow pond, Flintknife turned on the cameras, and Ghost stomped over.

The large cragataur let out an annoyed huff and pulled out a sine that he wrote on with chalk. "This is bad thinking." He wrote down.

Flask rolled her eyes. "My hips may be able to expand wide, but if they get any bigger you will need to cut the foals out of me."

Again Ghost huffed. "Fine. We do this."

Turning to one of the cameras, Flask lifted a bord in which had a file number and research name. Research recording number 24, for the cragataur pony hybrid experiment.

Waddling over to Ghost, the large rock lizard wasn't ready, so Flask had to help him out. Having him sit down, Flask began playing with his massive balls, fondling and then licking them. Of which Flask was grateful on how much Ghost kept himself clean.

It didn't take long for ghost to get hard, and as Flask stroked one cock, she attempted to deep throated the other, but could only go half way. Precum filled her mouth, and using her tongue, Flask lubricated both of his cocks.

Feeling them puls from her attention, she opend her mouth wide as Gost shot his load at her face. The smell was horendus, yet addictive all the same, making her wet from the taste and smell.

At times Flask wondered if she could ever go back to normal stallions, but then she remembered that she had never been with a normal stallion, and if she only fucked ghost from here on, she didn't care.

With Ghost fully erect and ready to go, Flaak presented herself to him, and gently, he mounted her. But he didn't go straight for her cunt, opting to fuck her ass first, slowly gyrating his hips into her as his second cock slid inbwetween Flasks swolen tits.

Letting out a moan of plesher, Flask looked over at Flintknife, andvsaw the mare masterbaiting to them, which only turned Flask on more. If she could, Flask would also be rubbing her cunt, but her pregnant belly prevented her from reaching.

With a grunt, cum leeked out of Ghoasts cocks, and pulling out of Flask, he the shoved the tips of both cocks into her cunt, and began pumping. Filling her insides, Flask's leg twitchec with an orgasim, and she panted from the plesher.

But as soon as the moment had come, it had ended. Flask was then gently let go as she turnd to her side and let herself sit in the pond. Cum and other body fluid fouling up the water.

Even if this yelded no results, Flask still felt a bit satisfied.

But then she felt a cramp in her gut, and from her a pinkish red began flowing into the water. Flask was right, and the ejaculate had indused labor, or possibly the fucki g itself. But having no time to ponder, Flask prepared herself to bring out new life.

Flintknife trotted over to help, pulling out a potion Flask had prepared. Drinking the potion, the pain dulled, and Flask mind became clear. She didn't know how dangerous this birthing would be, so she made sure to make a super special potion just in case, which had healing properties, painkillers, and some soft mind altering chems so she could expand her mind while bringing in new life.

What seemed to happen was that Flask now watches herself from above, realizing she might have made the potion too strong. But that was neither here nori there as the birthing went quickly. The head of her second born crowning and being helped out by Flintknife.

What came out was a little colt, who had his fathers tail, front claws, two nub horns. Other then that, he looked just like Flask. Soon after Flask's second came out, this time a filly, who was just like her brother. Both were washed off, their umbilical cord cut, and placed into Flask hooves.

Her out of body experience soon came to and end, and she found herself holding her new children, both heathy and a bit heavy, but absolutely adorable.

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It would be weeks before Flask could truly move about, the birth of her children taking more out of her then she thought it would have, but she would recover in time for more children to be borne. All of which would be documented. And unfortunately, most of the raider mothers would not make it, but Flask attributed it to the raiders being sickly even before their capture, and their situation preventing them from getting healthy.

This made Flask feel rather lucky to have even survived it, and using the knowledge she gained, helped develop a potion for Flintknife, ensuring the mare's survival. As for the surviving raiders, it was decided to let them go since they couldn't be used for nursing due to them being diseased down to their breast milk. A problem both Flask and Flintknife had, but Flask managed to make enough of a cure using tech in the cave lab just for the two of them. Flask was also sure Flintknife just killed the raider they let go, but if she never asked about it that Flintknife would never need to lie about it.

With their family having grown, and even the cragataurs young growing, more research could be had. But to Ghost's disappointment, none of the cragataur were any bit like him, showing little to no higher cognitive functions. And as they grew, their mothers would wander off to find new waters to wade in, and their young would follow.

But to Flasks amazement, the cragataurs were rather protective mothers, and very gentle around them. So she was sure the monsters would grow up healthy and happy… for better or worse.

As for the hybrids and other foals, the old raider base was slowly being converted to a home for them, with strong walls and even a crude farm. With Ghost and Flintknife raising them, Flask was sure that this generation would not fall to raderdom… or at least she hoped.

And after over another year, and assisting with Flintknife's third pregnancy, they hit a problem as the foals were becoming sicker by the month. Flask knew it was radiation poisoning, though not severe yet, it would become a problem if not treated. Unfortunately, they didn't have the material to make all that much Rad-away potions, so Flask felt it was time for her to venter off to find them. Having written down her potion knowledge and trained up an apprentice, she knew they were in good hooves. So once the winter came to an end, she had a wagon up and ready.

Centrifuge poked out from the back of the wagon, oversized glasses dominating her face. The poor filly had inherited her mothers eyes, but everypony thought it made her cuter. "Mama! You should take Hopper with you!" She suggested, holding the massive wasteland toad.

Flask hated that toad, and would not budge on keeping it here. "Darling, Hopper needs to stay near the water, it be cruel to take him away." She lied. Those toads could live anywhere, just needed water to spawn.

"But mama, toadies can live anywhere!" Centrifuge countered; the filly also inherited Flask's intelligence.

She sighed, "no, and that's final. Anyways, Hopper will just get eaten out there, just leave him here where it's safe for him, okay." Actually Flask knew she would end up eating the thing if given the chance. But Hopper was Centrifuge's pet, and didn't want to do that to her.

The half ghoul filly deflated as she let Hopper go, the toad jumping away, where it quickly found a bloatsprite and devoured it whole. Seeing it never ceased to send a chill up Flask spine, to the point she sometimes had nightmares about it. She'd sooner kill herself then be eaten whole like that.

Fortunately, unlike the other foals, Centrifuge was heathy, thin, but heathy. Flask could only suspect it was her father's side that was responsible, as her little filly was practically immune to radiation. Stranger, Centrifuge seem to be heathier when being irradiated, something Flask would need to resurge.

Ghost and Flintknife came over to see them off, the large cragataur now dressed in a crude robe, giving the lizard a more civilized look. He then put down a box in front of Flask.

"We wanted to give you this before you go. Think of it as thanks for bringing us together… and hopes you return safe and sound." Flintknife said as Ghost opened the box.

Inside were several spare glasses made from Ghost's scales, a few repaired lab coats from the cave, reinforced with leather, and a spear with two rippers at the end.

Throwing on one of the coats, it fit Flask perfectly. "Oh this is wonderful, and having more glasses will be nice if I break the ones I have."

"Well you do trip up a lot, so it's only smart. But must you leave, there must be something around here you can use to help? Not to mention your children will need their mother." Flintknife asked.

But Flask shook her head, "We already looked, the rad absorbing mushrooms are just not here. Other than Centrifuge and the hybrids, the foals here aren't going to live to adulthood if we can't purge the radiation from them. And I'll not watch the other children suffer and pretend it's okay just because my own ain't."

Flask looked back at their home, inside Quartz Crucible her son and Quartz Boat her daughter, were sleeping. And they would be asking for her when they wake up, only to find her gone.

"I don't want to go, but I need to. And not just for the Rad-away potion, but ingredients for other potions that we might need down the road. I also need to find out what happened to Centrifuge's father if possible." Flask said, feeling guilty over this decision, but resolute in making it.

Ghost let out a grunt as he lifted the spear and passed it to Flask.

"Use it to protect yourself and strike down those who are bad, he says." Flintknife translated for Ghost. "Oh, and remember to return home quickly."

Flask smiled as she took the spear, careful to not turn it on so as not to wake her twins. "Thanks, and maybe if things go well, I might return with a few friends."

"Well we pray they become our friends as well." Flintknife said as she gave Flask a hug.

With the goodbyes had, Flask double checked her supply: potions, potion ingredients, a few guns with ammo, and a ripper along with the ripper spear. She had food and water, along with a way to filter and purify that water.

She was good to go, and with the snow melting and a path out of the hidden camp, she attached the wagon to her back and took her first step in years out into the Wasteland. So with Centrifuge waving with tears in her eyes, Flask vanished over a hill and into the shadow's.