Chapter 1
Light made her way through another dusty ruin, her purple magic pulling open draw after draw. Unfortunately for her, the amount of loot that she managed to scrounge together was lacklustre at best. A few bottle caps, some.36 ammo.
She had been out of the vault for about a week now, and she had not even managed to scrounge herself together beyond a basic set of reinforced vault armour. She had been lucky in finding the Wasteland survival guide, no doubt a lot of her friends who had escaped the vault were already dead.
She considered herself lucky, yet since finding that guide on a dead raider, she had not had a single good turn of luck since.
It didn’t matter much however, she was just glad to have her health, and to have made it this far. The bad times could not last forever, and she knew that sooner or later she would have a good turn of luck, find herself a better weapon and a place to settle down.
She swapped out the ten millimetre pistol for her.36 pistol, there were no really dangerous foes in these ruins so far, and she didn't want to waste the higher power rounds dealing with rad roaches and other things that weren't threats, even with the crude armour she was wearing.
She pushed open the next door and stepped inside, her blue eyes scanning around the room in an instant, it appeared to be an office, and she was just in time to see a radroach leaping towards her.
Light activated Stable Assisted Targeting Spell(S.A.T.S)
Almost instantly, time slowing to a crawl as she locked the spll onto the rad roach.
The gun roared once, smacking the radroach right between the eyes and sending it to the back wall, the second shot ripped through the air, the gun roaring again, bringing the radroach to a stop.
Another one scuttled from behind a desk and she turned in an instant, activating the spell again, another two shots rang out and bought that bug to a stop.
The gun barrel let out a thin trail of smoke as she used her magic to pull open the cylinder, pushing out the empty shells as she prepared to load in fresh ones. She felt like one of those old cowboy bounty hunters from the stories.
A horrible buzzing sound filled the air just as she was getting the fresh rounds form out of her saddle bags. A creature she had never seen before floated up from behind the desk.
It wasn't in the wasteland survival guide either, it looked like a fly that had grown to hundreds of times its normal size and had been horribly warped into a horrific, gut wrenching horror.
She locked on S.A.T.S again, but she did not have enough charge left in it to fire off another shot, she would have to take it manually.
As she dropped out of the spell, the bug darted about and made a horrible noise as it sent something through the air towards her that thankfully missed and hit the wall behind her as she stared down the sights and pulled the trigger.
The gun roared again, the bullet hitting the bug through a small slice of skill and a large helping of luck.
It wasn't enough to put it down however, and it begin to bob around more erratically as it stared at her with its soulless compound eyes.
She went to fire again, her eyes narrowing down the sight as her magic pulled the trigger.
Click.
In the panic, she had scattered the fresh rounds all over the ground. Unlike a six shooter, the 32. Pistol only held five rounds! She cursed to Celestia in her mind as the bug made another horrible noise and then sent another projectile shooting towards her.
She would have been hit squarely in the face had she not raised her hoof and blocked just in time. She felt dozens of teeth punch through her armour and hook themselves into her flesh, causing her to cry out in pain as she ripped her 10mm pistol from her pack and put the bug down with a half dozen thunderous shots, she likely didn’t need that many, but with the pain she was in, she didn't€™t care.
The bug went down and she tried to pull the projectile from her hoof. It looked like a long, white worm with a pointed head, and she almost vomited at she watched its tail wiggle about wildly, before she got a firm grip on it with her magic and ripped it free, tossing it to the ground.
There was a hole the size of an orange in her hoof, a ring of puckered flesh that begin to bleed through her barding almost instantly. She took a healing potion out and bit down on it, tipping her head back and greedily guzzling down the healing fluid.
It took a few moments to start working, but she watched as the miricle fluid begin to close the wound up. Within a matter of seconds it was closed up, the fur had grown back, and it was impossible to tell that there had even been a wound there in the first place.
Damn, she fucking hated the wasteland. There was always another deadly situation or creature to be thrown at her.
Still, it could have been worse. At least it hadn’t been a diamond dog or alicorn. Light wound her way between the desks, and found herself before the corpse of the horror that had just fired live worms at her.
Suddenly, her stomach turned, and this time she had no way of stopping it, turning suddenly to the side as she emptied her lunch all over the ground. Bile burned at the back of her throat and made her eyes water.
Looking at it again had been a mistake, it still made her skin crawl thinking about what had just happened, and she quickly moved out of the office and back towards the exit of the building.
The wasteland was harsh to those that did not bend to its rules, she had learned that on her first few days outside. You needed to watch your back at every turn, trusting people was a huge risk that was not normally worth taking, you looked out for yourself and tried your best to avoid taking stupid risks.
Surviving was not all that hard as long as you tried to keep that advice in mind, mainly it was other ponies that posed the most risk to you, of course there were monsters such as Diamond Dog’s that needed worrying about, but most established survivors seemed to die as a result of discord with other ponies or raiders than Diamond Dog’s.
She mentioned all of this because right now what she needed was a doctor, and that meant going into a town and finding one. For a stable dweller such as herself that was going to be incredibly difficult, and she needed to find some way to disguise herself before she even thought about doing such things.
Her insides felt wrong now. There was something off about them, she could not quite tell what, but it was if they were Wrong somehow. As if they did not belong inside of her. It had only been an hour since the attack, and she was already certain that there was something off.
A doctor would be able to help, the nearest town was only two and a half days away, if she pushed herself, she could make that without issues. Unfortunately, she had spent the entire day digging through old office buildings attempting to find supplies, and that had worn her out.
It was a good idea to stop before she went marching herself straight through hell, her hooves were feeling heavy and her body was starting to feel weak. She had a few cans of food, so she found a half decent ruin to rest in. There weren’t any raiders at least.
She broke apart one of the desks to start a fire, then cooked herself a meal of beans and whatever other things she had managed to scavenge. A warm meal was not to be underestimated, and it always made her feel better. She had been shocked to find that the art of cooking had been lost to so many.
Even though she was not that good of a cook, eating something warm was the highlight of her day, and she barricaded the door shut before curling up on her bed roll to sleep.
Her sleep was not peaceful. She awoke in a start to find herself burning up from a fever. Her cream fur was drenched and her bright red mane was plastered to her face. Her throat was sore, her body was aching all over and She needed water.
She weakly reached towards her bag and almost let out a scream as she noticed her belly, it was bloated, and there was something squirming beneath the surface of her skin, something that she could barely feel.
Light wanted to vomit as she stared at her distended belly, the bile burned at the back of her throat but refused to budge any further than that. She was scared, she could see a mass of something squirming and writhing beneath the surface, but she was not sure what it was.
And she did not care in the slightest either. She needed to cut it out, she could feel them moving about inside of her, and she suddenly realized that the reason she was not able to vomit was because they were pushing up the back of her throat!
She tried to fight against them to reach her bag, her whole body felt like it was weighed down with lead weights, and her brain was currently in a hazy panic as she desperately tried to think of a way out of this situation.
Her saddle bags. She managed to pull them open as her throat seemed to swell outwards from a huge lump moving and writhing up it. Moving her bloated form was impossible, but she managed to flip her saddlebags open.
Suddenly, one of the creatures spilled from out of her mouth, smaller versions of the creatures that the fly had shot at her. Her Pip-Buck was lit up with red warnings and text that she was not able to read due to the fact her vision was currently blurring.
She couldn’t hear. Why couldn’t she hear? How long had she slept for?
She picked up the knife from her saddlebag and moved it down to her distended, writhing belly, but before she could even make the first cut, an intense agony ripped through her, like every one of her nerve endings were screaming out at once.
A gargled scream ripped from her lips as she felt them pushing through her eyeballs! Her vision got even more blurry as she saw one of the worm-like creatures spill out of her eyes, just before everything went black for her.
Light could feel them everywhere now, writhing around wildly as they spilled from out of her nose, her ears, her fucking eyes. She wanted to take the knife and kill them all then and there, but the pain was too much, and the knife soon clattered to the floor.
Almost instantly the pain went away.
She was still blind, but they seemed to stop writhing and worming about in her eyeballs so aggressively. And now she could feel them in her cunt, they had infested her womb as well, and tears begin to spill down her cheeks as she hopelessly sobbed, feeling them writhe their way across her sensitive vaginal walls to try and spill from out of her snatch.
Her rubber suit had been torn to bits by her transformation, but some of the suit was still tightly clinging to her teats, which began to swell outwards slowly, filling her with an intense sense of pleasure.
Those tits swelled outwards and begin to leak milk that dribbled down the inside of her legs as she groaned out.
And this felt better than anything she had ever experienced before. Before every single one of her nerve endings had been screaming out in pain, and now they were doing the same but with pleasure. Her eyes rolled up as she gave a defiant gargle, feeling the worms as they violated every inch of her.
She couldn’t see. She was scared, terrified even, and yet she soon began to moan like a whore when the waves of pleasure hit her like a storm. Several orgasms ripping through her at once and sending her to heights of pleasure that she had never thought possible before. Her hooves frantically dug at her sweat drenched bedding as her snatch dripped and squirted all over her bedding, several of the creatures being ejected in the process.
The orgasms made her feel good, and she felt the fear that she was feeling slowly begin to melt away. It was the parasites, she knew it was. She should’ve fought desperately to hang onto that fear, to maintain the fight that she needed to keep her going, but her body had long since stopped producing adrenaline.
Now her mind was being pumped full of dopamine, sending her to a buttery plane of pleasure as her sight returned, even more blurry than before, but she could make out all the shapes that she needed to, and soon chugged down an entire canteen of clean water.
With shaky hooves she found the remaining cans of food and ripped them open, consuming the contents within as she felt the brood within her squirm wildly and send even more pleasure tearing through her, eyes rolling back as she vacantly drooled all down her chin.
It was a good thing that this was happening, she would have never survived out in the wasteland anyway, some foul creature would have ended up eating her, some raider would have shot her, or some other horrific fate would have befallen her.
At least this way she got to bring new life to the waste. The brood inside of her would grow up big and strong and And.. She was being lied to. These weren’t her thoughts. She tried her best to fight them, to stop the squirming brood that she needed to protect from bending her thoughts.
Her name was Light, she was.. She had Stable Stable Dweller? What Stable? She was not…. She needed to protect the brood inside of her, that was her job. No, No! She gave a defiant growl, but all those orgasms had worn her out, and now she could feel herself slowly drifting off to sleep as good feelings filled her.
In that halfway point between being awake and being asleep, she could not remember why it was that she had been angry, her conscious mind slowly shutting down as she slumped down against her bedding, a dopey smile spreading across her face as her dulled eyes failed to make out the text on her Pipbuck:
Perk Gained, Broodmother (Level 1)
The brood inside of you needs a broodmother to protect them! You lose -8 INT but gain +5 STR and +1 AGL when protecting your brood!