Everything had been going to plan just a few minutes ago, and now it had all gone wrong. That was how life went sometimes, everything was going to plan one minute and then the next everything was on fire. Spring Twister was a fairly normal mare, or she’d have been considered one a few hundred years ago, she’d just been trying to get on with her life and not cause problems for anyone, and now she was most likely going to be eaten alive.
Sometimes, that was just how the dice rolled. Trouble was, sometimes dice were meant to come up sixes, and as of yet that hadn’t really happened for her. Her entire life had been a string of snake eyes and she was pretty sick of it.
She’d been rooting about in the old ruins of a transit hub for underground carriages, it had been the normal stuff, she’d gotten quite good at it due to her slight frame. Most ponies couldn’t get deep into the old transit systems without being swarmed by the feral ghouls that lived there, but she was sneaky, she didn’t try to shoot her way through them, she just left them be.
It had seemed like her luck was about to change, the tan pegasus finding the break that she had been so desperately looking for in the form of a magical power core. They were used before the war for low power, long term applications such as keeping lights running. This one seemed to be out of charge, but they were still worth a whole lot of caps to the right buyer.
It just sat there, still inside the generator that turned the magical energy into usable energy, but the moment she’d pulled it free an alarm clock had gone off. Someone had set up a booby trap. Originally she’d frozen in terror, expecting an explosion to be the next thing to rock through her after the sound, but no explosion came, and in some ways that was worse because now all the ghouls were on her tail.
The feral ghouls that inhabited the transit system were normally quite peaceful, they’d not pay any attention if you didn’t draw attention to yourself and sneaked your way past them, but the moment there was a loud noise, the moment they got your scent, they were an unrelenting hoard of hooves and teeth.
Once they had been ponies, once they had been living breathing creatures, much like herself, but now they were shriveled, horrid things. Flesh and skin shrank tight against bones, cheeks pulled back and exposed teeth in terrible snarls, eyes became dull and full of nothing but animalistic hate, and they smelled terrible, like soured milk.
She went charging down maintenance tunnels until they all blurred together, then moved down the transit lines. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her lungs burned like they were on fire, but she was barely aware of any of that with the amount of adrenaline coursing through her body. This was a fight for survival and her body knew it.
Despite being a pegasus, there was unfortunately no way for her to fly, her wings were crippled, useless, and more of a burden than anything else. After the megaspells had fallen and wiped out much of Equestria, the pegasi had retreated up into the clouds and sealed themselves away, leaving the rest of the ponies down below to fight amongst themselves and figure it out.
This made a lot of ponies not like pegasi, and it also meant that pegasi such as herself were valuable to the blooming slave trade. Why was she thinking about any of this? SHE WAS GOING TO FUCKING DIE! She focused her brain back on that fact and her hooves suddenly felt lighter. Up ahead there was an exit to the surface, a metal grated door that she would be able to barge her way through.
Things might not be much better on the surface, but she had more chance of getting away. There were two broken escalators on either side, and then a final set of steps leading to the exit. She tore her way up the escalator stairs, her vision blurring and her heart feeling like it was going to give out.
But she’d made it. The exit, it was so close she could see the dulled sunlight from outside! She’d ma-
Snake eyes, again. There was a sudden searing pain in her front leg and when she went to take the next step, it failed. She fell forward with a scream and went down hard against the filthy tiles, rolling her way onto her back as she let out a shrill shriek, expecting to be descended upon by ghouls at any moment.
A loud whistle rang through the air, and she waved her remaining limbs desperately, only now realizing that her front left leg was gone below the joint. This turned her shrill shriek up several notes as she began to add curses onto it as well, between whatever ragged breaths of air she could manage to draw.
Her leg was fucking gone! The wound was charred and black and smelled of burning hair and roasting flesh and the pain the pain was sending her mind into a spin and she was dying! She had to be dying, her leg was gone her leg was gone her leg was gone! She squealed and writhed around in a fashion she would have described as being like a dying pig, if she’d known what a pig was.
Death didn’t come for her however. She panned her eyes up towards the exit and considered her chances if she were to try crawling for it. At this point the adrenaline in her body had run its course. A healthy, well fed mare might have managed it, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had three square meals and so the moment the adrenaline began to fade it was replaced by a feeling of pure exhaustion.
“My Bucking.. My bucking.. Fuck… My leg.” She babbled. Her mind was trying to race through the large number of questions she had in this instant, but unfortunately nothing was coming to her. Her mind was fried from panic and the loss of a limb, and it would be a while before she would be able to think straight again.
There was a series of hoofsteps behind her. Rolling over onto her back, she tried to face this new threat, her front right hoof flicking open one of her saddlebags and reaching inside to try and draw whatever weapon she could reach first.
The creature strolling towards her wasn’t a feral ghoul. It was definitely a ghoul, furless flesh clinging taunt against bones, faded patches of fur clinging to its body the only remains of its time as a brightly coloured equine, but simply in the way he carried himself she could tell that he still retained at least some part of his mind.
“That looks like quite the nasty wound you’ve got there, and you almost got eaten by ghouls. You’re lucky that I was around to help.” The not feral ghoul uttered softly. His voice was harsh like the wind blowing through dead trees, a hoarse whisper that had been raised up to the point it was possible to make out. She couldn’t make heads or tails of whether his tone was friendly or not.
He wore what she hoped was a faux leather jacket, crudely stitched together with the battered remains of a fabric fedora clinging to his head. His eyes were a pale, milky blue that seemed to always be staring outwards at nothing even though he was staring directly at her, and he was wearing a battle saddle with a laser rifle strapped to it.
The exact kind of weapon that could turn her limbs to ash if they got a solid hit in. Suddenly she felt even less safe than she had been previously, shuffling along on her back as her wings flared out behind her. She didn’t know if accusing him outright was the smartest idea but she was completely confident in the fact that he must have done it, unless there was another creature with a laser rifle that happened to be hiding out somewhere.
Feral ghouls lacked the intelligence required to use weapons, preferring to swarm people in stomping hooves and chomping teeth. She tried to pretend she wasn’t scared, but sneakily went to dig through her saddlebags, while keeping him distracted with small talk.
“Yes! Lucky!” She spat in a pained tone Her head was still spinning and she felt very weak with all the adrenaline that had burned through her system, but she chomped her mouth around the grip of a 32. Pistol and prepared to draw it on the ghoul, but he simply stood there, a concerning smile etched onto his face, showing yellowed teeth and a complete lack of worry for anything she might do.
“Now I know you smoothskins aren’t the brightest. But if I took your leg out at that distance, do you really think I’m going to miss your head at this distance? You’re lucky I’m feeling so nice, miss. I could’ve easily left you to run up those stairs and discover that you can’t make it through a chainlink fence faster than a pack of ferals can eat you. I’ve seen them do it too, horrible noise you folk make when your guts are getting torn out.” He spoke calmly, and Spring wisely went over her options.
Yeah, it was safe to say that in this situation she was fucked. She’d need to draw and land a perfect headshot to stop him before he pulled the trigger and turned her head to ash. He wasn’t wearing a helmet, but neither was she, and being a ghoul, she wasn’t even sure if a single .32 round to his head would be enough to stop him, or if it would simply piss him off. Still, he’d shot her leg out from under her, and his intentions on what he was going to do clearly weren’t good for her.
While she went over one of the most important decisions of her life, the ghoul just stood there, studying her intently with his milky blue eyes and that smile full of yellowed teeth etched onto his face.
“Still, it’s your choice missy. If you want to get your head turned to ash, I’m not going to stop you.” As he spoke, he reached calmly into his own saddlebags and turned his head away from her, blindly digging around as if he wasn’t paying any attention to her at all, and now she had the upper hoof, she could draw on him and get a shot off before he could turn his head fast enough to get a shot off with that laser rifle.
She was shaking. Her stump hurt so much, and she could still feel her missing leg, phantom sensations sending all her nerves into screaming spasms that made her body shudder as it tried to recover from the missing limb and all the energy she had just burned. There was no way she could win this, so she pulled her head slowly back out of the saddle bag and looked towards the ghoul.
“You shot my fucking leg off!” She hissed in an accusing tone. The ghoul simply looked at her as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and used his hoof to fish one out of the crumpled packet, which he held in his mouth. He then calmly returned the cigarette packet back to his saddlebag and nodded solemnly.
“That I did. If I hadn’t, and you’d managed to get up to the surface, I likely wouldn’t have been able to do anything for you. So I think what you mean to say is, ‘You saved my life, thank you Em. That’s my name by the way, Em, E and then an M, pronounced like the second letter, M. Short for Empathy. Not my original name of course, but I forgot that a while ago.”
“You shot… My fucking leg off!” She said again, using her remaining limb to clutch at the stump as she writhed around in pain. Her focus on staying alive was broken, and she was able to return to freaking the fuck out over the fact that she was missing a limb.
“Yeah, I did. We’ve established that.” As Em spoke, he fished a laser pistol from his saddlebags and adjusted something on the side. Holding it in his mouth he pointed it upwards and held the tip of his cigarette over it. A thin, pale red beam poured out and the tip of his cigarette glowed a cherry red and he swapped its place with that of the cigarette before adjusting a little dial on the side again and returning it to his bag.
“My… My leg!” Spring said, staring at the burnt, singed remains of her left forelimb. It hurt like hell and the pain only seemed to be getting worse as the adrenaline faded from out of her system. The ghoul let out a long sigh and then stepped forward faster than her eye was able to follow.
There was a sharp pain in her chest and for a moment she thought that it might have been the end for her, that this ghoul had stabbed her with a dagger or some other weapon. A cold sensation spread throughout her body and it felt like her life was leaving her. The pain began to fade, and as she fixed her eyes on the source of the pain, she realized that it was a large needle sticking out of her chest, likely filled with some kind of painkiller.
“There. Now you can shut up.” He sighed and sucked in a deep breath from his cigarette. Spring was about to thank him, genuinely happy to be away from the horrible pain that had been coming from her missing limb, but then she remembered that he was the one that had shot her leg off in the first place and her face turned into a harsh scowl up at him before she realized that it was suddenly getting difficult for her to move.
“Wash appening?” She slurred. The ghoul blinked down at her and then a shudder washed through him as he exhaled smoke right into her face. “Oh… Yeah, ghoul drugs are much stronger than you smoothskins are used to. You might be dead. Sorry about that..” He let out a long sigh, “And I was this close to being a hero and making myself a friend too… Well, if you’re dead anyway, I hope you don’t mind me helping myself to your holes while you’re still kicking. They’re better warm, and I bet you can still clench them a little.”
Spring let out a frightened scream that she almost choked on and attempted to will her body away from him, but she was already losing control of her limbs. The stallion exhaled another thick cloud of smoke into her face and then moved to climb over the top of her, pinning each of her wings down firmly with a hoof as he let out a soft groan.
“Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve laid with a mare. If you manage to survive this, I’d totally love to have you as my wife. It’s only fair since I saved your life, don’t you think? Mares like you are always getting wet for heroes, I know… And I’m the shining example of a ‘ero.” His speech seemed to slur slightly as his breathing became heavy, taking another drag from his smoke before staring down into her eyes.
She couldn’t move anything anymore. Her entire body was numb and her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, the only thing she could do was stare blankly up at the ceiling and breath, although she suspected even that might get difficult in a minute. As he drew in close, the smell of spoiled milk made her stomach turn, and his tongue spilled out through a hole in the side of his cheek, making her flinch as his member brushed against her most sensitive parts. She could still vaguely make the feeling out, although it felt distant and disjointed from the rest of her body.
“Fuckk… I’m so lucky my cock still works. Lotta ghouls don’t have that luxury, or they don’t have the same drive that I do. You’re lucky to lay with such a virile hero like me, you little smoothskin whore. I bet by the end of this you’ll be begging for ghoul cock, because we can go for hours you know….” His rambling faded into the distance, his words becoming nothing more than distant white noise as she began to cry.
Powerless, defenseless, she was in pretty much the worst situation you could be in within the wasteland, and the only thing she could do was cry and pray to Celestia for someone to help her. The ghoul noticed the tears running down her cheeks and his face contorted, first in confusion, then in an expression that didn’t really match an emotion, like he was trying to figure out exactly what it was that he was hoping to express, before settling into an expression of deep seated rage.
“Why are you crying you stupid whore? I just said I was sorry? What, is saving your life not good enough for you? I’m a hero you know, you should be thanking me for this, you should be begging me for my cock, mares dream of getting with a hero like me? What a stupid ungrateful bitch, I should put my cigarette out in your eye you fucking whore…” His face then shifted again, this time to an expression of sorrow.
“Of course, I’d never do that. I know you’re just scared. You ever been with a stallion before? Or is because you’re dying… You shouldn’t be scared you know, dying is natural. I’m sorry I’m raping you, but it’s been so long since I’ve laid with a mare and I’ve been so very lonely. I promise I’ll be gentle. It won’t hurt a bit!”
As he spoke, he kissed the head of his cock against her snatch and gently forced himself inside of her. She felt immensely violated and her snatch clenched automatically around the head of his pony member, making him moan out softly.
“See? See, doesn’t… Doesn’t hurt a bit, does it? There’s nothing to be scared of… I’m going to protect you. Nobody will hurt you while I’m with you. Gimme a kiss smoothskin… Oh, I didn’t even get your name did I? That was very rude of me… Gosh I’m a monster!” He leaned forward and locked lips with her.
Her stomach turned again and even though she was numb and with only a very basic sensation of touch, she could tell that his tongue had the texture of dried meat as it forced its way into her mouth and began to greedily explore around inside as he forced his hips forward, driving several inches of ghoul cock into her gently. He leaned deeper into the kiss, his milky blue eyes hazing up with lust as he let out a growling moan.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled away, leaving a string of saliva joining him to her mouth before he gently wiped it away with a hoof, then finished off the rest of his cigarette and stubbed it out on the tiles next to her head, exhaling another cloud of smoke into her face.
“There, doesn’t that feel nice? I told you I was going to be gentle. Thank you for this… It’s been so long since I’ve laid with a mare and you’ve been so very good. I think I love you, and I am sure given time you’ll come to love me, I’m a really nice stallion once you get to know me, I’m really sorry I had to shoot your leg off, but it was the only way to save you, and isn’t that the mark of a hero? Doing what is needed to save someone, no matter the cost?”
Even as he spoke he was forcing more and more of his cock into her, letting out a soft little growl as he kept pushing forward. “You’ll understand someday, if you survive. I hope you survive, but even if you don’t you’re doing such a good job of milking my heroic cock and I think you can rest in peace knowing that I won’t let your body go to waste. You’re helping one of the heroes of the wasteland do his job, isn’t that a good thing? You’re basically a hero too! Not as much as me, but still a hero.”
Finally he was hilted inside of her, and he began to thrust his hips back and forth, driving his member in and out of her with restrained strokes, even though it was clear he wanted nothing more than to give in and just thrust blindly in and out of her with everything he could muster.
His milky blue eyes stared down, looking through her like she didn’t matter to him in the slightest as his hips bumped against her pelvis, Spring being able to feel almost every inch of his cock that stretched her out, although the sensation was distant. Deep inside of her very core she felt something start to give out, like this ghoulish monster had reached deep inside of her and torn something vital to her sense of self from her.
She was just another broken rape victim chasing an inescapable end within the Wasteland now, just another whore whose bones would be bleached under the weak glow of a post appoclyptic sun. The only thing she could do was lie there and take it, tears streaming down her face as she was reduced to a wet hole this stallion could use to get his rocks off, and it seemed that he was having the time of his life.
His eyes were unfocused, lost in a haze of animalistic pleasure that didn’t care for her as a living, breathing creature in the slightest. He could have been fucking any wet warm and tight hole and it wouldn’t change a thing. Or maybe it would, she didn’t know which one of those options made her feel worse, but neither of them made her feel good. She was going to be haunted by this for as long as she lived. And with the fact she was already missing a limb, she doubted that would be long.
The stallion leaned in for a kiss and locked lips with her again, his tongue greedily delving into her mouth as he began to thrust faster, hips slapping against her pelvis and his foul cock rubbing against her insides as his hooves reached down to grip firmly at her shoulders. He drove himself in and out of her like a beast, not a thought going towards her own pleasure. As far as the stallion was concerned she was little more than a future corpse he was squeezing the last little bits of use from before tossing her aside.
“Fucking… WHorse. Take it. Take my ghoul cock smoothie.. Take…” It seemed that he was losing the ability to even string several words together as he grew closer to his climax, and she realized with a twinge of horror like an icy dagger sticking into her, that this might be enough to send him feral, at which point he was going to try and eat her after he was done raping her. Obviously she didn’t want to be eaten. She didn’t want to be raped either, but the threat of both of them together redoubled her efforts at fighting off the drugs that she had been pumped full of.
Locked out of her own body. This was a nightmare made manifest and her poor mind couldn’t handle it. She could feel parts of her as a pony shattering apart like sugar glass. Even if she managed to survive this she would never be the same pony again.
The ghoul above her snarled and launched himself forward, clamping his teeth into her shoulder as his skin began to glow and his thrusts began to become more frantic. She couldn’t feel the bite into her supple flesh, but she knew that it didn’t mean anything good was about to happen, causing more tears to flood down her face. Soon she’d be out of those, and then the only thing she would be able to do is stare helplessly up at the face of her attacker.
Blue eyes began to shift, and Spring was forced to watch in horror as a deep green glow suddenly radiated from out of them, the milky blue and yellowed whites of his eyes suddenly washed away by a bright green glow as he howled to the heavens, his cock twitching once, then twice, before hot ropes of his seed began to blast into her.
Not just hot, burning. Burning, Oh Celestia, the burning, it was like someone had blasted acid directly into her womb and it was burning through her insides. It seemed to wash away the effects of the drugs flooding through her in an instant, and a shrill scream sounded through the air as every one of her senses was overwhelmed at once, not able to do anything besides give into her base instincts as she writhed like her body was being consumed from within by fire, which to her was exactly what it felt like, and to her cells was pretty much reality.
Rad-Away. She needed Rad-Away. Her tears began to flow freely down her cheeks as she realized that she was going to die from this, and there was no possible way for her to escape that fate unless she chugged Rad-Away right now. For his part, the ghoul seemed to regain himself right after the climax, his eyes returning to normal as he fixed her with a confused expression.
One of his hooves reached down and gently wiped away the tears that were streaking down her cheeks as he gave his best attempt at a comforting smile. “Why are you crying Miss? Don’t worry, I’m a hero. I’m going to help.”
She could do nothing but sob, trying to cling on to the shattered pieces of her mind as the monster slung her over his shoulder, and began to carry her deeper, back into the underground station, never to be seen again, with the only trace of her existence that remained being the trail of radioactive cum she left behind, permanently staining the stone steps as she descended.
This is just one of the stories taking place within the Equestrian Wasteland. Heroes were born, battles were fought, but in the end, mares, mares never change.
