Another Round

by Satch

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, Crossover, Dark, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3875

Another Fallout: Equestria based story. More or less just "the regular" grimdark shizz.

Right, short synopsis, and overall story: This was originally intended as a part of the P-21, then Psycho story, it was meant to be an epilogue or something of some random pony. But never really fit in anywhere of either story. It is a bit of a homage to Pink Eyes, but overall just a bit of a "vent fic", a brief look into my shelved trio for FoE and just overall for a chance to write something dark, and "logical" at the same time. So yeah, don't expect much other than hints of rape, torture and all that nice FoE stuff.

Published 2013-02-06 18:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-06 18:20:01 UTC

Logbook, day 194.

I sighed in annoyance. First one of our main headquarters had been obliterated by some unseen megaspell thingy, then some even more unknown thing had possessed that little ghoul filly, then me and Scribble had been tossed off a cliff and into the ocean. As luck would have it, we did two fantastic and rarely-performed-by-anypony things that day: narrowly avoiding death, and finding out that Seaponies actually existed. If we hadn’t, we’d have been dead meat. At least Scribble broke their lower spine in the fall. Can’t move their hind legs. So yeah, while they decided to stay with the seaponies, I was allowed to return to the land, (after quite an interesting week in their underwater utopia. I had to admit, I was jealous over how nice and peaceful they had it down there... all we had was... yeah...) in a vague hope to get back to my family. But no, first thing I do is get captured by slavers. Seems like it is harder than I expected to be a wastelander...

-

The first thing I saw as I was lead into their holdout were two mares straddling a dark green unicorn buck chained to the wall, one at his abdomen, the other at his muzzle, both seeming to greatly enjoy themselves. The same could not be said about the buck, whose tears were streaming down his face. Some hooves next to the three laid a curled up buck, that one an earth pony like myself, whose mane and coat were the same color as mine (the latter being slightly darker, perhaps), the only clear difference between the two of us being his purple eyes and somewhat longer, more rugged mane.

He had caked blood down his loins and around his sheath, and he was weeping softly, trembling badly as I saw his swollen and bruised member lying limply on his stomach... perfect, I had narrowly avoided death by drowning and discovered a new species, just to be enslaved, raped and sold. In less than week, my entire life had gone from simple, sheltered routines to horror and misery, without hope of things ever going back to how they were before. I missed the Steel Rangers... I had to admit on the other hoof, we could really be doing more than just hoarding technology... I guess karma really is a bitch, huh? Ironically enough, I had been one of the ponies that had wanted us to do more than just sit on our asses. Of course, just sitting around talking about it wasn’t doing anypony any good at all.

I was pushed into a cage, and the door closed behind me with a resounding click. I stared in horror as the mare on top of the poor buck’s face pulled off his muzzle. The unicorn took a ragged breath and tried to speak, but was cut short by a stream of lubricant that shot down into his mouth, sending him into a coughing fit before she sprayed the rest of her content over his face. I noticed how that hadn't been the first; the poor buck was practically coated in mare gunk, he even lay in a puddle of it. My stomach churned. The thought of being tied down and abused over and over wasn’t a very tempting one; I did not want to figure out what a gangbang with mares felt like. I didn’t want to be forced to let them use my body as an instrument for them to get off, like I was just some piece of warm meat. It was still above dying, being eaten alive, getting permanent damage on my nether region or being mutated by taint on my wishlist, however.

-

It had been around an hour, and the slavers was still at it with that poor buck. When he had started crying for them to stop, saying his stallionhood hurt, they responded by flogging it; they then strapped some weird apparatus over his muzzle, forcing his mouth to open, pushing out his tongue, and then resumed as if nothing had happened. My skin itched and it felt like my insides would crawl out at any moment. I did not like this, not at all. Maybe I could convince them I was too smart to be a fucktoy? I had a science degree in... science! ... Fuck. Saving myself for all these years felt like a really stupid decision right now... maybe I’d just pass out really fast from the pain? My nether region twitched, and not in a pleasant way. My mother had been right... spending all my free time with those romance novels had been a waste. There was barely anything left of such love in the wasteland anymore...

I saw one of the two visible male slavers of the group draw closer to the colt zebra with a glint in his eyes. I knew that glint. The small child began to shrink back, trying to hobble further back in his cage, but the buck just grinned widely and unlocked the gate. I could already see he had an erection growing. The colt whimpered and curled up in a corner, taking a fetal position... oh fuck this, I can't let a child be raped, even if it was a zebra. "Wait!" I called out to him, causing the slaver to halt in his tracks.

He turned to face me with a crooked smile. "Yeah? What do you want, bitch?"

I gritted my teeth and looked at him, then at the zebra colt, then back at him. "Take me instead; you won't be able to get much out of that little one anyway, so why don't you pick on somepony your own size?" The colt peeked out from behind one of his hooves, looking at me with a plaintive, disbelieving hope in his eyes.

The slaver snorted and chuckled dryly. "I dunno, you don't seem like you could be as tight as this little worm... but maybe... maybe you could use that large mouth of yours for something useful... I have to say it'd save me the risk of damaging merchandise..." He gave a sick, crooked smile and licked his lips.

I felt my stomach twist and churn. All I could do in response was slowly nod and hang my head in defeat. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, but I guessed being raped for the first time in my life would be less painful than watching the sick fuck tear a bigger hole into some poor, defenseless colt. He wasn't even big enough for a cutie mark... did zebras get a cutie mark?

The sick fuck grinned widely and left the other cage, leaving a sobbing wreck of a striped colt alone before he locked the gate and unlocked mine. I pondered running, just bucking him in the face, no wait, crotch, then bolting. But the shackles around my hind legs killed that plan. He strode up to me with a perverse pride on his face, pressed me down on my knees, and then my vision became filled with his dick...

I had to admit, I had never even considered the fact that males were capable of rape... nor females either, really, even though I had heard about what had happened to Perforator, a fellow scribe, who had been more than shaken by such experience. She had stumbled back home weeping one day, ragged, battered and trembling. Poor girl, didn’t talk to anypony for a month, during which she jumped or wet herself whenever a mare approached her too suddenly or unexpectedly. She never told anypony what happened... not that we knew of at least. But I’d never really thought about either gender committing such horrible deeds while I was at my desk back home, especially not males, and I certainly had never expected to be raped by one either... (I had to say, it could make sense for a stable pony to be this... “distant” from reality, how I managed to be this blind until it literally slapped me in the face, I might never know.)

In hindsight, it does make sense that it happens; heck, it’s technically even easier for them than for mares to do it... at least from what I could imagine; my imagination was not very good if I was honest with myself... especially as I didn’t have any first-hoof experience in it. For all I know, maybe mares had it easier? I guess my home was just heavily mare gang infested. To what I guessed, both genders had some perks, quirks and flaws in what they could do. Then again, I never went much outside the bunkers or base, just heard of the occasional buck scout being captured and raped silly, rarely killed though. Didn’t help that we swapped to mares, turns out they just swapped to grinding instead, or simply forced them to give head like with the bucks... speaking of which: I stared at the speckled, damp yellow cock in front of me. I couldn't help but be reminded that my own parts were also speckled - it wasn't that common was it?

In any case, I was starting to regret this decision... I tried to think of more things to distract myself, but nothing non-rape related came to my mind. I bit my lower lip. The thing looked quite rancid, like it hadn't been washed for ages... then again, the mares in here didn’t sport very pretty goods either... The auburn one with the huge... like, really huge clit (which she was making very sure that I saw, grinning and looking in my direction as she winked it and tapped her nose twice. She then pointed her hoof at me and licked her lips, then pointed towards her nethers) was either very well endowed and packing some impressive meat... or she had a rather nasty infection. Thankfully, I was too far away to get a proper look – though something told me I’d be too close for comfort soon enough. Which made me really hope she really just was gifted in that area.

When, or if: I got home, I’d hug my little brother and mother so hard... then get him a chastity belt. It’d be for his own good. I know I had found one in storage last year. We laughed at it then, but now I really could see the use for it... or would that just make them even more mad? Well, the mouth was still exposed, but gobbling mare or stallion meat was better than being pounded raw. *Whap* I felt a pang of nausea and pain as he hit me in the back of my head, causing me to be pressed against the offensive object “Come on, move it you piece of shit! I ain’t got all day!”

I recoiled as I felt my cheek be smeared with what I hoped was pre-cum, and not the content of one of those small boils I had seen around the tip. I did my best to not gag; tears welled up in my eyes and I sniffed, slowly opening my muzzle. Think happy thoughts... think happy thoughts... it’s better me than the defenseless, innocent child...

That's when I heard a whistling 'tssssck' noise, and the next second, a rather large dart had been lodged in the head of his genitals. My own nethers whined at the sigh. The buck reared up and began to shriek in pain before it cut off and his body tumbled, stiff as a board, to the side and hit the pavement. I blinked in surprise several times as the noise repeated, each of the slavers making various noises of pain and grunting before they all lay immobile on the floor except for one, the mare that had been riding the poor unicorn buck. Her body was locked in place; taking the position of her legs consideration, it seemed like she had been trying to climb off him when she'd been hit an- oh goddess no! The mare was tilting backwards, she was about to fall! I watched in horror as the mare began to topple backwards; the buck she had forced inside herself beginning to whimper as she tilted more and more.

I desperately hoped she'd slide out. For the love of Luna! Give me just this once! I shut my eyes, unable to watch as the bucks cries intensified, before ending in a cry of pain as I could heard a dull thud. I didn't open my eyes, I didn't want to know.

There was a sudden panicked voice of a mare. "Oh my goodness! No, no, no, no!" I slowly opened my eyes, expecting more slavers to come in, but instead I saw a pink unicorn stumble into the room, wearing a look of mixed disgust and pain. She quickly charged up a spell in her horn; it flickered briefly before a glowing ball shot out, striking the buck, whose screams of agony were choked in his throat. Shortly after it collided with him, he went limp.

-

The screams of terror and pain died down once more, the door to the shack swinging open as the pegasus exited again, dragging another lifeless, or unconscious, mare after her. The slaver’s whole hindquarters and legs were matted with blood. She was actually the only one I’d seen so far who had more caked blood than the stallion she had dragged out around twenty minutes ago; his abdomen and hind legs had both been covered with blood. And I noticed that one of her leg was dislocated... I didn't even want to know what was going on in there.

"Bad ponies... such bad ponies you have been... you're not nice, not nice... must be punished..." the psycho said to herself as she dragged the mare after her. I noticed the slaver filly’s eyes go wide in shock as she stared at the limp body being dragged after the pegasus.

"M-mommy?" The little girl had been crying non-stop ever since the orange slaver had been dragged inside the shack, but now I could clearly see how she fully broke down inside, watching the motionless form of her mother. The pegasus tossed the body next to the other two, almost as severely beaten and bloody as the newest addition.

The pegasus turned around, a freaky grin on her face and she started to head towards the filly, who immediately wet herself as she met the gaze of the crazed mare heading towards her. Part of me felt sorry for her, but another part of me thought she deserved it. "Hiiii girls..." The one-winged maniac grinned wickedly and unhooked the filly and started dragging her to the shed. The little brown earth pony cried for help, and flailed wildly, trying to escape the pegasus grasp; the rest of the slavers just watched in shock and horror as apparently not even the children were spared.

The door shut behind them and a silence fell. Some voices could be heard from inside, a minute passed... then there was shouting from inside, the same, loud whirring noise was heard. I could pick out the high pitched screams of a little filly in panic. I felt utterly sick. This crazy bitch clearly had no mercy in her body whatsoever. I began to wonder if they'd really let us prisoners go, or if we were the desserts... there was shouting from inside, more ruckus, then the pink unicorn came stumbling out with a bloodied foreleg, a wound resembling those on the other ponies being dragged outside, and the filly slung across her back... and if I didn't mistake the stains on the mare’s back and mane along with the filly’s muzzle, something inside had made the filly lose more than just the contents of her previously-emptied bladder.

"Star! It's just a filly! You can't do this!" the white-maned unicorn shrieked as she stumbled outside with the hyperventilating pony on her back.

"But she's been a bad girl... She needs to accept her punishment, to be cleansed!" The pegasus now stepped into view, a sander... a very bloody sander in the grasp of her only wing, her eye twitching as she took steady steps towards them.

The unicorn shook as she watched the other mare approach. "It wasn't her fault! The others forced her to do it! She didn't want to!" The pink mare swallowed hard and braced herself. "This has to stop somewhere, you can't just punish anypony that's vaguely or indirectly responsible! She was pushed to do it for Celestia’s sake! What's next? Are you going to go after those that were forced to do something or be killed? Those that chose to run for their own lives instead of help and be killed, captured or worse? Are you going to punish those that watched? Or are you going to start purging foals of evil parents? Is that it? Kill evil and the spawn of evil?"

I watched in confusion and fright as the buzzing tool was held up, the beige mare slowing to a halt, shaking her head several times, her pupils dilating, shrinking, then dilating again.

"... goddess... what have I become?" She slumped down to her haunches and stared blankly in front of her. From my stupor, I could see the unicorn slowly approach the pegasus with the trembling filly on her back.

She placed a hoof on the other mare’s shoulder and spoke softly, “It’s okay... at least you were able to get ahold of yourself before the damage was done. Just... just try to have more self-control in the future. If not for them, then for me, at least. Please?” She gave a very shaky smile and just stood there for a very long time.

-

It had been nearly two hours since we were... “rescued” by these, uh... ponies... and of the ten slavers, only two had come out conscious, not including the filly. One had been an earth pony stallion. He’d only gotten a black eye and some minor cuts across his coat, and now, a red unicorn mare was lead out, a grimace of pain visible as she did her best to not lean on her busted leg. I had figured out (or at least was very certain) that the pink unicorn had used some kind of memory or truth spell on the slavers. I knew that much about spells in that area, but it made me wonder what exactly they were doing. Punishing them according to their crimes? According to what I had heard and from what I could make out of the bloodstains, she didn’t take rape lightly...

The mare was pushed into the cage next to the stallion and the filly, guarded by that behemoth of a pony in power armor. I still had no idea what model it was. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were going to do with the slavers. And right next to him was that creepy ghoul filly of theirs. She honestly unnerved me more than the behemoth. She reminded me of that “ghost,” except she’s teal, but both were earth ponies. She didn’t have a suit though. Instead, she had a rather large growth on her back. Speaking of her back, her spine looked crooked, as if it had been torn off, and then re-attached...I don’t like ghouls, I really don’t. They creep me out.

They’d told us we were free to go after they were done with them. And we could, if so desired, ‘have some payback’ on the slavers. As long as we didn’t kill them. I wasn’t interested in that, I had just been captured today, and while I could see why some of the other slaves had eagerly taken up the offer, I just didn’t feel like committing such acts. It wouldn’t grant me anything but at best fleeting satisfaction, all at the expense of some other pony’s pain and suffering. It wouldn’t undo the damage done.

“I-is my mommy going to be okay?” My blood froze as I saw the pegasus halt in her track away from the cage; she turned around with a blank stare, and the filly shrank back.

The pegasus stared at her for several seconds, and I was almost sure she’d hit the child before her expression softened and she spoke with a surprisingly calm voice. “She will live. That’s all I can guarantee, at least until tomorrow. What direction she decides to take her life after today is up to her. But I can say she will be in a lot of pain, and will need your support to make it through that pain more comfortably.” She looked at the now less scared filly and smiled weakly. “If we ever meet again, I hope you take this lesson into consideration, so that meeting may be under better circumstances. I’d hate to have you on my table. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. But I’d very much appreciate it if you would cover your ears and look away until somepony taps your shoulders, okay? I don’t want you to have to see this.” The filly nodded slowly, unsure of what to say.

With that, the mare turned around and unfurled her wing, revealing the bloodied sander within its grasp. “As for you...” She turned towards the remaining buck, the one I had the unpleasantness to get a little... too personal with. “I don’t even need to have my wife interrogate you, I saw what you tried to do to that poor foal... if that brave, selfless pony hadn’t offered themselves, or if I’d been slower... Celestia knows what you could have done, you sick freak...” She gingerly revved up the machine as she closed in on her prey. I saw how she grabbed a dart from a clasp near her chest and casually tossed it in his general direction, hitting him clean in the knee. The pony recoiled and looked at the dart as the canister on it finish injecting whatever it was loaded with, then back up at the pegasus.

“W-what was in that dart?” he said in a trembling voice.

The mare just grinned widely and said with a husky undertone, “Distilled sildenafil,” as she began to circle him. I had no idea what that was, but it didn't sound like good news for the slaver. The buck tried to scamper away from the mare approaching him, but his shackles made those efforts quite futile. I saw how panic began to quickly spread in the trapped pony’s body; the mare was merely hooves away from him now. Whatever had been in the dart apparently was already taking effect.

She then walked the last of the distance up to the stallion, looked him flatly in the eyes, pounced on top of him, turned on the sander and pressed it against his... I averted my gaze and threw up as soon as I saw the blood starting to spray, his screams ringing out in my ears. My question of what had happened to the other ponies was now answered, mostly, and I now know what elder had meant by saying that some answers were best left untold...