> Fallout Equestria: Scale of Attraction > by SabreTheRedMane > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter one and only > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...He desperately pressed himself to the ground, forcing his jaws together to prevent teeth from chattering, and froze in place, while shielding his face with forehooves. His muscles ached from overstraining, lungs almost exploding from an abrupt change of pace. For a few moments all that he could hear was the distant thunderstorm, the drumming of raindrops around him, and his heartbeat, that pounded frequently and heavily in his temples like a steam hammer. At last, he dared to look around. There were the same charred ruins, same piles of rubbish, and no movement. Maybe his darker coat disguised him well enough? Maybe, if he stays motionless, it'll lose his trace? Oh goodness, how he wanted to rest a bit from the ceaseless running! Melodic yet powerful female laughter almost made him jump. “Your attempts in masking yourself afield are futile. Due to the rain, overall temperature has significantly dropped and you overworked yourself by running. Therefore, your heat signature even more evident to us, given the lack of light or other heat sources to interfere.” It was speaking with this hoarse, harsh contralto tone that was natural to them, and both terrified and fascinated him. “Besides the fact that we can see in large portion of the heat and visual spectrums, your emotional aura alone would have easily given you away.” He immediately jumped to all four hooves and was about to run again when with a loud Shhhhh-pop and a flash of purple light his nemesis teleported right in the front of him. He fell to his haunches, trying to crawl away, but tired muscles betrayed him and so he remained where he sat, frozen in fear. Before him was standing the pure embodiment of terror. Enormous, tall, massive, muscular, much larger than him, and he was full grown earth pony stallion! It had a long neck and large head, long flowing mane and tail, severe and regal face, terrifying yellow eyes with vertical pupils, and a long and sharp horn. And, besides the eyes, all painted in dark purple. In a few agonizingly long seconds his frightful gaze ran across it's figure. And unwittingly noted the elegant long legs, the wide chest and even wider curvy rump, the almost hypnotic gleaming of it's damp coat... 'Wait... No. Her coat. Nothing so beautiful could be called It...' But he stomped this thought. Whatever his one-eyed buddy may have told him, his mind knew, that looking at this creature was the same as looking at death itself. Purple Sister. One of the artificial alicorns. Bane of the Wasteland. Why did she chase him, just a modest scavenger, among the ruins? He wasn't even a unicorn! He didn't even find anything magical or technological enough to make her interested! Just some preserved food, and a few stims! “Cease fleeing! We mean you no harm! Listen to us!” He was expecting anything: massive hoof on his craking skull, disintegrating magic blast, sharp horn through his liver... “We just want our kind to survive! We have no stallions of our own. There is no known way for our reproduction, besides that of magic. But we have deducted, that since we have a fully functional set of genitals, conventional reproductive system and even mammary glands, there could be a chance for us! There is no place for theory here, only applied method. Only experimentation. Will you engage in a such experiment with us?” Indeed, he was expecting anything but this. Staring in shock at her he gulped, and whispered: “Why me?” “First and foremost, because you are a stallion. Next, your flight attempts showed that you are in quite good physical condition. And last but not least, you were the closest to our position...” “Ooooh kaaay...” he exhaled. “My bad luck, I get it. But why ask? You could just hold me in telekinesis, force yourself on me or something...” He was afraid so intensely and for so long, that he just didn't care anymore. “We found a prewar book on the topic. It contained surprisingly little text information and much more colorful graphic, but it stated that a foal could be conceived only in a state of love. We do not know much about love, as we were built for the war, but we deduced, that it must be at least consensual for both sides.” He really didn't know what to say. She cornered him, and could easily catch him again if needed. But she was polite enough, despite her overwhelming superiority. And, to be completely honest, she was gorgeous. He slowly raised himself to his hooves and, again, tossed an appreciative glance on her rump. She repositioned herself in a way that he could see her plot more clearly, and took a pose akin to some prewar Princess statues. Ground shook slightly under her mass, when she switched weight from leg to leg. 'Fuck, this is majestic.' “Do you find us aesthetically pleasing?” “You bet.” he whispered, ogling body of the demigoddess. “Your aura told us as much!” she cracked ungainly smile. Maybe, after all this ruckus with the balefire bomb in Splendid Valley and the destruction of the Red Eye, they really were now free? Not just merciless living weapons, but mares as much as they appeared? And he knew that mares value admiration. Maybe if she would enjoy this “experiment”, he could get away alive... Rain almost stopped, leaving only slight dampness behind in the air. “So, do you agree?” He inhaled sharply and then slowly nodded. With a loud wet flap her enormous wings unfolded in excitement. 'Ha! I bet those pegasi stallions that always bragging about wingspan, would have died from shame right now!' “Some foreplay?” he mumbled, while approaching purple mare. 'Could be dangerous, I bet her jaws are beyond powerful. But I guess it is anyway too late to stop drinking when the liver is already destroyed by the cirrhosis' He nuzzled her neck, which wasn't easy with his head just slightly above her withers and inhaled fragrance of her damp mane. Unexpectedly, she lowered her head and carefully nibbled on his knee, like any regualr mare would have done. He shuddered from a pleasant sensation and gave her leg a few delicate bites to return the favor. She nuzzled his shoulder, causing him to stagger slightly from a sheer force of the gesture. Her muzzle was warm and unexpectedly silky to touch. He spent some more time exploring her body with his teeth while she was doing the same with him. He gasped a few times during this session of nuzzling a nibbling, but the mare was silent. 'Ok, let's try another approach' Standing flank-to-flank with her he carefully turned around to face her backside. The alicorn flagged her tail, widely spread all four legs, turned slightly, and presented that plump, deliciously looking marehood to him. As excited as he was, he immediately spotted two problems: even if he reared on his hind legs, tip of his penis still would not reach her entrance. And he wasn't erect, despite his best attempts. 'Oh boy, i'm too nervous.' “Um... you see...” Without any words from the mare, a purple aura enveloped a very large chunk of twisted concrete that was lying nearby and levitated it directly behind her hind legs. 'Heh, this is quite shameful, I must admit' “Oh! But, also there is...” “I understand.” 'Do she really can read my thoughts?' She curved her long graceful neck and got her head behind him. Amazed and delighted, he felt warm, rough tongue on his balls and sheath. Giving this area a few test licks she, as if accidentally, brushed it against his anus. She focused on it exclusively for a few moments, then returned her attention to his balls. “Amazing...”, he gasped. In his wildest dreams he couldn't imagine that he would be rimmed by a demigoddess. “As we said, we have researched the topic. There was also book about technical details of the intercourse. But you seem unresponsive. Do our performance adequate? ”, she asked in even tone, slight worry in her predatory eyes. He hung his head and pressed his ears in both shame and worry. This beautiful, powerful mare was actually paying attention to the ways to please him, and yet he couldn't show her any signs of appreciation in return. 'I need to try and please her in return if I want to walk from this affair on my own four legs.' “It's ok. Just... Just let me inhale your scent.” 'Usually this helps.' He approached her behind and gently sniffed her marehood. Then, stuck out his tongue and gave it a lick. And another. And another. Her musky fragrance got to his head. He gasped and greedily buried his muzzle between her thighs, liking her pussy lips and kissing her winking clit. His member slowly started to peek out to discover what's going on. 'Works every time! Ugh, from all my mare acquaintances so far, she has the nicest scent. Why? Why she must be so perfect?' Alicorn started to breathe heavily. Emotions at last have begun to show through her grim facade. Meanwhile, his stallionhood got fully deployed into attack position and ready for battle. He stood on the concrete platform, reared up and, with a short neigh, thrusted into her. She was so warm inside, he thought his dick would melt! Her inner walls, much more powerful than those of an ordinary mare, were tightly clenching on him. Whinnying in delight he began to pump his hips furiously, to pierce her as deep as possible, while tightly hugging her flanks with forehooves and grasping her mane with his teeth. Luckily, mane was long enough for him to grasp, as he could barely reach her withers with his mouth. He considered himself quite a hardy stallion, but the combination of unbelievable tightness and warmness of the marehood, irresistible scent, and ominous beauty of his partner prevented him from lasting very long. Evidently, she was also pleased with his attempts, because after a couple of minutes alicorn suddenly tilted her head back and issued a deafening roar while her inner walls contracted, almost crushing him. And then he came. Powerfully, wholeheartedly. Like never before in his life! He thurst balls deep into the warm depths, releasing spurt after spurt of his seed inside. He didn't care anymore if she would kill him, or let him be after this. All he knew now was this other worldly pleasure, and the sight of triumphantly raised purple wings before him. “My P-princess...” he whispered, not knowing quite why, while slowly lowering his exhausted body onto her wide, muscular back. For a while there was only silence. “That was quite enjoyable” said the alicorn. “But we believe that, in order to have definitive results, experiments should be repeated in other circumstances but with the same subjects. So, would you mind travelling with us for a while?” She looked up at him with a sincere smile decorating her muzzle.