Author's Note
Trying to do a story every day for the transformation drive is hard. It is currently fifteen minutes until midnight and nothing is making proper sense to me, the smiley face I drew on White Arc's flank is haunting me and I am barely staying awake. If there isn't a story tomorrow or there are mistakes in this tale, please forgive me. Also, go vote on my transformation drive/give me your spare change please, everything hurts.
"Go Care For Yourself"
The end came as many ponies had expected. The balefire bombs had rained down and destroyed everything, sure. But while they were the weapons that had caused the destruction of the world, what had really been the final nail in the coffin was greed. Greed had been the force that had killed the world. Ponies and zebras battling over the dwindling resources, sending their young to rage in battlefields and die in distant places far from home like they were little more then chess pieces.
Worse, they had been convinced that it was a good thing. That it was a good thing to die for the needs of the rich. When the balefire bombs fell, it wasn’t the end of the world, it was merely the final death rattles of a world that had died long ago due to the corruption of greed and wanting.
Still, even with the surface of Equestria being scorched and all the corruption scoured away by magical fire, the world had only almost ended. The survivors had retreated to vast underground stables to hide, and then the survivors had crawled their way out to begin rebuilding the world.
White Arc reflected on this as she smoked one of the fattest blunts she had ever smoked in her life, and the only thing her mind could muster up was a washed out “Wow”. In the world there were many ponies with the potential to be heroes. White Arc wasn’t sure if she was a hero, but she was certainly stoned to high Cloudsdale right about now.
The white mare was currently sat on a battered mattress that was pretty clean despite some fairly suspicious stains she tried not to think about because it was rare to find something even this clean out in the wasteland. She’d dragged the mattress out to the top of the hill and was doing her best to relax. The patch of grass she’d planted it on with some help reminded her of old posters depicting family picnics with happy smiling ponies before the bombs wiped most the grass out.
Here it was sickly and weak, far too spiky to lay in without a mattress, but it was doing its best and she was happy. She had weed, which she’d helped grow herself, she had some snacks, and she had a Littlepip.
It wasn’t THE Littlepip of course, the Light bringer was likely out there fighting some kind of turbo diamond dog with her bare hooves, but it was close enough for her.
“Can I have some?” The Littlepip doppelganger asked from the end of the chain leash he was currently attached to (it was to stop her from running away, because Littlepip didn’t do that).
“Yes, maybe once you are done, now get back to doing sexy lesbian things, Littlepip.”
“My name isn’t Littlepip, it’s Skull Shatter.”
“No it is definitely Littlepip. Now get back to it or you won’t get any weed.”
Littlepip looked around in a confused fashion for a few moments, “What do you mean by sexy lesbian things? I’m a stallion you know.”
White Arc took a long drag from her joint and tried to not cough too hard as the rough smoke burned at her lungs.
“No, you are Littlepip. I don’t know about sexy lesbian things, but Littlepip is a lesbian and that means I have to be a lesbian too. Now get to it, I am trying to relax here.”
Littlepip let out a long sigh, their green eyes fixing on White Arc, before leaning in and starting to gently kiss at her leg. White Arc for her part didn’t react, the black maned mare had lay herself back against the mattress and was being staring off into the distance.
Raiders were a weird bunch, some of them were utterly unhinged and had clearly lost every ounce of common sense, but some of them could still be taught reason. She’d had to club this one several times for trying to poke her with his private parts, but although it had been hard work, he had eventually agreed to play dress up with her, something that made her incredibly happy because she really loved Littlepip and now she had someone to practice on.
Off in the distance, it seemed that something exciting was happening. A lone motorcycle was tearing its way across the dusty landscape below, kicking up a large cloud of dust behind it. The wasteland was all basically a desert, and the lone figure on the bike was really tearing it up.
She had no idea what to make of it, motorcycles were a rare sight as it was, though this was even rarer because it seemed that this figure had several other bikes in pursuit. She had no idea about any of the figures, who was good, who was evil? Maybe they were all just someone in the middle.
Lifting the blunt to her lips again, White Arc made the tip glow a cherry red as the fake Littlepip began to kiss at her hooves, something that gave her pause. The black maned mare exhaled a large cloud of smoke at the mare kissing her hooves.
“That is disgusting, clean them off first or something. I am sure that’s what a lesbian would do.”
She looked behind her and passed the strange pony a bottle of dirty water. It wasn’t good to waste water on washing herself like this, but she didn’t actually know much about lesbians or what they did, but if they went around kissing each other’s hooves then she’d have to keep hers very clean. Or maybe the dirt helped prevent lesbian pregnancy?
White Arc couldn’t be sure, but she passed the Littlepip cosplayer a dirty rag to go with the water regardless, then focused herself back on the horizon. The first figure, the one that had been chased, had climbed off their bike now, and had pulled out a long barreled revolver. They were holding it firmly in their mouth, and even from where she was sitting, she saw the flash of the gun firing, then a moment later she heard the crack that followed.
One of the figures chasing her on a bike suddenly fell off, collapsing and going under the wheels of their own bike, which used them like a ramp to launch itself high into the air.
“Cool.” White Arc commented absentmindedly as she sucked in another cloud of cannabis infused smoke. It was good she didn’t know who the good ponies in this situation were, because the figure with the revolver seemed to be some kind of ultimate killing machine sent down from on high.
Their gun cracked twice more and another figure fell from their bike, before the other two reached them.
Meanwhile, Littlepip was hard at work on her hooves, taking them from their current grey coloration and back to the pristine white color they had started as. She let out a soft sigh, feeling incredibly relaxed between having her hooves washed and the weed. Yeah, she could see how lesbians would like this sort of thing, she was enjoying it for sure, even it was a bit weird.
Three of the figures had dismounted from their bikes and it had turned into a shoot-out now. It was normally the sort of thing that would be horrifying, watching the fight play out before her. Normally the horrors of the wasteland would drag her mood down, but she was so high she felt like she was floating on a cloud and really didn’t care for anything that was happening at the moment.
She stared down between her legs at her black tail, which had two white stripes in it, and at the Littlepip that was currently cleaning her hooves. Their mane was a slightly off shade of brown, not close enough to Littlepip for her liking, but in the wasteland you couldn’t exactly pick and choose, so she had to make do with what she had.
Those green eyes though, they were almost perfect, and they were the reason that when she had seen this raider she’d known almost instantly that she needed to have him for her little project.
“So is this how lesbians make babies? She asked, reaching a hoof down to grab up a pack of snack cakes that she greedily tore open, shoving one of the small cakes into her mouth and munching it down as off in the distance there was the crack of several gunshots going off, the figures firing at each other while hiding behind their bikes.
“No, what are you, stupid you dumb-” Littlepip was cut off from her out of character rant by an intense glare from White Arc, which held a lot of weight despite the fact she was currently blazed out of her mind and had snack cake around her mouth by the fact that she had the leash around one of her front limbs and also controlled whether or not they got to eat.
“I-Ah, I can show you what lesbian sex is like, if you want me to try?”
White Arc gave a slow nod, busy focusing on the fighting that was taking place off in the distance as she stubbed out the remains of her blunt onto the ground before it burned all the way down to her hoof.
“Sure, that does sounds good. I am going to be reading my book though, so no getting any ideas or there will be no weed for you.”
The stallion gave a nod of understanding, gently brushing the cloth around the frogs of her hoof and working his way down her legs. She was busy watching the ultimate badass off in the distance, who had grown tired of cowering behind their bike and had leapt over it, dropping another of their attackers, then dropping the next one with a chop to the neck.
They might have been holding a knife or something because it seemed their attacker wasn’t getting back up. Then it devolved into hoof to hoof combat with the final target. As she shoved another snack cake into her mouth, the stallion was getting to work, trailing his tongue down the inside of her legs and then licking at her private parts.
Normally she would have cut him off with some kind of harsh statement about that being where she peed from, but she was too focused on the fight to stop the weirdo. Littlepip was licking at her private parts, drenching them in saliva and focusing on her fun button, which failed to draw any kind of reaction from her as she lay there in a bored fashion like some kind of overfed house cat.
Off in the distance, the two figures were trading hoof blow after hoof blow, then they got down to wrestling. The ultimate badass got their head smacked into the side of one of the bikes, but thankfully for them they were wearing a motorcycle helmet, and that seemed to absorb most of the impact as they didn’t seem all that phased as they came back up and tried to drag the other pony into a wrestling match.
As this happened, Littlepip, who she was trying not to see as a weird stallion, was currently licking at her naughty parts, something that she refused to acknowledge, instead focusing herself in on the fight.
She could see herself as that pony, as the ultimate badass that could fight several other ponies without so much as a worry. Littlepip would love her for sure then!
The greedy stallion was doing his best to try and distract her from the action it seemed, but nothing could drag her away from the action. His tongue drove forward and lapped over her fun button again and again, but although it certainly made her feel strange, but it wasn’t enough to distract her.
By now the two ponies were rolling around on the floor now, trading blow for blow and really going at it. She wished that she could be strong like that. If she was able to fight several ponies like that, she would be able to be a hero just like Littlepip, and Littlepip would fall in love with her and they’d have lots of lesbian sex.
She had to get stronger. If she was weak going out and fighting like that wouldn’t be a good idea, as she could tell by the fact that the ultimate badass of badassery was currently caving in the other ponies skull with her bare hooves.
Even from this distance she could tell that the scene was about to get grisly, and that drove her attention away and dashed her fantasies. She could never do with the nasty business of killing ponies. It had always been a bit much for her, even if they did deserve it.
Littlepip licking at her pee place wasn’t helping either and she fixed her attention down on them. “Go back to licking at my hooves, that was weird but at least it felt nice. Licking at where I pee from is just odd...”
The pony didn’t respond, glaring up at her briefly before dutifully going back to kissing at her hooves, which were now much cleaner then before so at least the weird Littlepip cosplayer wasn’t getting mouthfuls of dirt with each lick.
When Littlepip did finally meet her, they were going to be really impressed by just how clean her hooves were. Was this what being a lesbian was about? She wanted to ask the Littlepip cosplayer who was currently dragging their tongue around the frogs of her hooves in a hungry fashion, but she didn’t want to ruin her fantasy.
Instead she retrived a second blunt from the pile and a lighter, using a match to ignite it and sucking in the smoke to take all the tension from out of her body.
She wanted to get stronger, she wanted to get more powerful, but unfortunately she also didn’t want to kill ponies, and it was an unfortunate law of the wasteland that it was kill or be killed, and she didn’t like the idea of being murdered either.
She retrieved a battered copy of some old magazine from her pile of treats and briefly examined the cover.
“Cybernetics and you” Was the title, and then below that a subtitle “All the latest on this cutting edge tech.”
She’d seen cybernetics before on some of the traders that had passed through. It was pretty wild that you could replace parts of your Celestia given form with metal when they were destroyed, and she wondered briefly about how wonderful the world must have been before the bombs had fallen and wiped it all away.
Meanwhile, the stallion was really getting into licking at her hooves, to the point that his lips were wrapped firmlu around one of her hooves, suckling on it softly like it was some kind of delicious snack. She really didn’t get it, but as she rolled over to stare up at the slate gray sky while she opened up her magazine, she noticed that her Littlepip cosplayer had a throbbing erection between his legs, completely ruining her fantasy.
A long sigh rolled from her lips. Well her plans were ruined. Another drag of her joint put her in a slightly better mood before she stared at the stallion intently.
“Really? You are totally killing all my enjoyment right now. Put it away, it’s embarrassing! Why is it even out?”
The stallion stared at her sheepishly as a bright red blush rushed to his face. He should feel bad too, his weird stallion urges were totally ruining her fantasies about the light bringer. She wasn’t happy in the slightest.
“C-Can I hump your hooves?” The stallion asked, forcing her to take the deepest hit her lungs could muster, before she blew a thick cloud of smoke towards him.
"Promise to let me cut and dye your mane as soon as we can! If you put in your best effort tomorrow and practice your lines I gave you.... then yes. Just don't distract me from my audiobook."
The stallion nodded eagerly and she considered tugging firmly on the leash that was currently tied halfway up her leg to remind him of his place, but she couldn’t be bothered.
She had smoked one blunt well before this, then one and a half here. They were fat joints too, packed with freshly grown and dried leaves, so she was too high to care about most things at the moment, lifting the magazine to eye level as she sprawled out on her back and did her best to focus on her book and the slate gray sky above.
She really needed to train this pony more, but for now she was content just to stare at the pictures in her magazine and let the weird freak play with her hooves, at least he wasn’t trying to poke her with his private parts like last time.
Instead, he moved her hooves together and then mounted up, pressing his weird stallion stick between them and beginning to move his hips back and forth, thrusting his special parts between her hooves.
She didn’t get it. Did this count as sex? It certainly didn’t count as lesbian sex, which made her feel a bit grumpy, but as long as it was helping her to train the stallion to be better in future, she didn’t much care.
He was making all kinds of soft moaning noises and squeaks, his little face as red as a beat as he recited lines like “I am the Light Bringer, punk.” and “I love being a lesbian. I want to lesbian Princess Celestia” That she was certain Littlepip had said at least once, she didn’t much care.
There was a whole page dedicated to cybernetic eyes that she scanned over. Meanwhile the stallion was busy putting his everything into thrusting between her hooves like he was having the time of her life.
She didn’t understand it, but her hooves were soft compared to most ponies that spent their time trailing and rambling all over the wasteland, and now that they were freshly cleaned they felt like heaven to the ex-raider.
Compared to the fate most raiders met, this was basically raider heaven to him. Sure this mare was weird, but he got food and water, and it beat having to risk his life for food and drink at every turn.
White Arc didn’t care however, the unicorn mare was sprawled out on the dirty mattress with a blunt hanging out of her mouth and her sky blue eyes focused on her magazine, her free hoof occasionally scooping up a snack cake or some other unhealthy foodstuff to stuff into her gob.
Even though she wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to him, the raider didn’t care. His cock was hard and it was getting attention even if he wasn’t, and that was all his brain needed to dump all the endorphins into his blood stream.
It was like he was getting headpats and being told what a good job he was doing by the goddesses themselves. It wasn’t his fault he was made this way, he was programmed with instincts that told him to fuck and fight, and when he did those things everything felt so right.
And now he was feeling even more right then normal, because he hadn’t forced this on anybody. He hadn’t needed to kill to earn this, or fight simply to survive, he just had to follow the instructions this mare gave him and he got everything he ever wanted.
Her soft white hooves felt so good around his throbbing member, thrusting eagerly between them as he quivered and shook. White Arc was still busy lazily scanning through the pages of the magazine as the stallion had the time of his life, turning her frogs inwards and rubbing them along the sides of his length as he lost himself in the silky smoothness of the frogs of her hooves.
His member was now throbbing like crazy, leaking pre all over her hooves as he groaned softly, still muttering Littlepip-esque lines under his breath even though White Arc wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to him at this point, far too busy finishing off the last of her snack cakes and staring blankly at her magazine, her blunt now a third of the length it had started at,.
The Littlepip cosplayer had never felt such smooth hooves in his entire life and gripped both of them around the sides of his length as he lost himself in the motion of his mindless thrusting, tongue lolling out of his mouth like he was some common beast as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching, threatening to overtake him at any moment.
But he didn’t want to. He wasn’t quite fighting it, but he was trying his best to hold on, to enjoy this pleasure for as long as was possible, to enjoy the silky sensation of her soft hooves gliding along his cock, which was now well lubricated with his own fluids, allowing him to glide his dick along her hooves even easier.
And all of this was while White Arc wasn’t even paying the slightest bit of attention to him. He didn’t care, it felt like heaven to fuck her hooves like this and he had to grit his teeth to prevent himself going over the edge.
Alright, at this point he might have been fighting it, feeling her slick frogs rub over every inch of his length and fill him with strange and wonderful sensations was simply too enjoyable however.
The ex-raider knew that when he went over the edge, he was going to go over the edge hard, and he could hardly wait. This felt much better then anything he had done before.
His growls and grunts slowly turned into mewls and squeaks, until he sounded almost exactly like the mare that he was dressed as, and his shaking front limbs were barely able to keep a firm grip on her hooves.
This was it. He felt the soft flesh of her frogs hug around his length one final time, arching his back firmly as an effeminate squeal sounded through the air, and then his member began to excitedly throb, once, twice, pulsing with his life blood before-
Suddenly, the head of his cock flared up, trying and failing to lock him inside of a mare so that he could pump his thick load directly into her womb. It felt like heaven and as his back arched firmly he began to shoot his thick load all over White Arc’s stomach, chest and when he eventually stepped backwards in a dazed fashion, her hooves.
It took his breath away, it stunned his brain. It might have been the best sex that he had ever had in his life. White Arc was still deeply engrossed in her magazine, pausing only after a few moments to stare at the thick ropes of milky white fluid that had been splattered all over her stomach and hooves.
“Ewww, you got your stallion goop all over me. Clean this up right this instant!”
The stallion gave a sheepish smile towards her as he tried to catch his breath, then leaned forward to her hooves and planted a kiss on them, before his tongue spilled forth and began to gather up all his seed.
He swirled it around in his mouth for several moments, then swallowed it, all while White Arc gave him a very concerned look, not sure on what he was doing.
“Good… Littlepip.” She finally concluded, stubbing out the remains of her blunt.
Damn, a joint would be pretty good right now, but he settled for the buttery feeling that had come from the most intense orgasm of his life and moved down to her stomach, trailing his warm tongue along it and gathering up the load that he had spilled all over her, swallowing it down in a sheepish fashion as his owner finished off the last of her snack cakes.
To begin with, he had been convinced that his new life was going to be a nightmare, forced to do terrible things or slowly tortured to death, but he could get used to this. There were far worse fates in the Wasteland then free food and the ability to fuck the softest hooves that he had ever felt.
And so it was the raider from the west was forever changed for the better. A steady diet and a dry hoofjob had been enough to temper the fire in his heart.
After all, dry hoofjob, dry hoofjob from a stoner neet mare never changes.
