Ch1, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 1.

Flask Shaker's Depraved Journey, Part 1.

It was another boring day in the lab of Stable 69 for Flask Shaker, she was preparing all the lab supplies for tomorrow. Same thing every day without question, all for the reward of being safe inside the stable.

Of which she was grateful for, and it wasn't that she was pining for excitement. Flask enjoyed her lab work; the sounds, the smells, and sometimes she'd even get to make her own potions. She really enjoyed making her own "potions", which she used to expand her consciousness from the privacy of her own room. A privilege she had since she didn't have to share a room with anypony.

But that was the problem, nopony to share her room with. With the strict breeding program the stable had, almost everypony had somepony to be with. It was to prevent inbreeding, along with increasing the magical ability and brain power of each generation. This also meant that those whose genetics were too close to anypony else, or had too many undesirable characteristics were not included in pairing.

Flask Shaker was unfortunately one of those ponies. Her genetic marker had too much in common with the stallions her age, and her poor eyesight along with her poor coordination was not a desired trait at all. So she got the colder, smaller room near the back of the stable, in which she will live in for the rest of her life.

But at least she was smart. Actually smarter than many of her generation, and that was without getting special education the others got. Not that it mattered, since she couldn't pass on her smarts.

Looking over at the other side of the room and over at her little sister, Bunsen Burner, was her exact opposite. Not in intelligence, since Bunsen was quite smart herself, but more in position in the stable. Bunsen's mane was a straight blond where Flask's were a poofy dark blue mess if not tied down. Bunsen had good eyesight where Flask needed thick glasses. And Bunsen was a good dancer, where Flask might as well have two left hooves on both front and back legs. Overall, no undesirable traits whatsoever.

And what made Flask most envious was that she got paired with the most handsome stallion in the stable, Spanner. All Flask could ever do was dream about being with such a stallion and making babies with him. Which was something her "potions" let her do… some of the time.

Her lucid dreaming potions rarely worked quite right, with most becoming more nightmares. Mostly trippy, but sometimes she'd find herself surrounded by savages from outside the stable, where they'd use her as a toy. other times it was one of the many mutants she had been warned about out there, forcing her to breed with it.

Actually, as Flask thought about it, those nightmares were not all that bad. And she was actually growing to like them. They were at least different, and still just a hallucination.

"Hey sis! Stable to Flask?" Bunsen called out.

Returning to reality, Flask looked at her little sister, who shoved a box of lab supplies to her. "Professor wants you to sort out the synth ingredients, again. Some of them have been going missing, and he's worried old mare Jade is getting into it again." Her eyes then shifted about nervously. "And uhhh… Take your time."

Flask gladly took the box, fully knowing that she was the thief. "Of course Sis. Want me to bring anything back from storage?"

Bunsen thought about it for a second, and then her eyes lit up. "Oh right, we're going to need more of compound 115, and 382. You know, to keep it stocked up."

"Right, I'll get right on- wahhhh!" Tripping over her own hooves, Flask hit the ground with a thud.

The box he had was fortunately caught by her sister before hitting the ground, who then helped her up. "How do you even do that sis?"

Flask chuckled. "Ya, even I wished I knew."

Taking the box, Flask quickly trotted out, slipping again before getting a good stride. All while reminding herself of the compounds. "115 and 382. 115 and 382. Wait, ain't those the main ingredients for a birth control potion… maybe she's not ready for having a kid with Spanner just yet." Flask thought to herself.

She then thought about how annoying it was that she couldn't use it herself and let a stallion penetrate her deeply. But unfortunately all the stallions were either taken, or disinterested in her. Even so, the stable was very strict on keeping non married couples from fucking. Though that didn't prevent the stallions from fucking each other, or so she had heard. There was this one feminine stallion in maintenance that several ponies talked about a lot, but he made it clear he was only interested in his wife. Didn't stop the other from hitting on him, of which they got thumped by his wife.

"waahh!" Flask slipped again, but kept the box over her head, and safe.

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Having shaved out a bit from a few compounds needed for her next potion, Flask made a mental note to use her own supplies sparingly until the heat goes down. Last thing she needed was to lose her lab privileges, and have absolutely nothing to do but sit in her room and masterbait.

Of which she already did, but without the potions it wasn't as fun.

Upon returning to the potion lab, Flask found that nopony was here, yet several potions had been left to brew.

"Rule one of potion brewing, never leave a brewing potion unattended." Flask said to herself as she put the compounds on the counter, and went to check on the brewing potion.

Then she heard a… giggled?

Peeking up an ear, Flask slowly trotted to the back room potion supplies. Where the blast door was again cracked open. The stable was getting old, so the door getting stuck was happening more and more lately. But the mechanics always made a big deal about it when all they ever did was add a bit more oil to the joints. Even she could do that herself, Flask thought.

Then a quiet moan came from the other side.

Peeking through the crack, Flask then saw Bunsen sitting in a stallion's lap. A stallion too old to be Spanner… a stallion that was the professor! And the professor's cock was out while Bunsen stroked it!!

Witnessing this, several violations ran through Flask Shaker's head; Safety, sanitation, social edict… oh right, and adultery. Well at least Bunsen was not actually fucking the professor, or she'd be at risk of improper gene mixing.

And Bunsen was then lifted up, where she began riding the professor's cock, taking it all the way! Only in her dreams had Flask seen something like this, but the sounds of slapping and her sisters moaning… it was all so real.

Flask's own leg twitched as she found herself fondling her own cunt, rubbing her hoof in it, trying to feel the same pleasure as her sister. Imagining herself in Bunsen's place. Watching them, and seeing the professor's cock bulge out from Bunsen's gut, Flask knew her own hoof was not enough.

Fortunately there was a message capsule nearby, good for keeping documents safe, and just big enough to work as a sex toy. So using her magic, she matched the movements of Bunsen, pushing the capsule in and out as her sister bounced up and down.

Bunsen pushed herself harder and harder, biting onto her own hoof as an organism came, her body tightening as she began to squeeze the professor dry of his seed.

The two took a moment to catch their breath, and drink an energy potion. Immediately the poofy maned older stallion was hard again, and pushing her face down, began fucking her like a bitch in heat.

At first Bunsen resisted his advances, mainly because it was against the rules, but also because he looked so much like Flask that it was creepy. But the horndogs persistence won out and, and for the last month she's had the best sex in her life. Spanner was motionless in bed, and rarely got hard for her. He wanted to spend more time with his stallion friend then his assigned mate, which frustrated Bunsen. But Professor Rattle was here for her any time she needed it.

Again she felt herself be pumped as her body convulsed with pleasure. Whatever potion he was using it made him cum a lot. Bunsen's own stomach extended out a little as Rattle's cum filled her.

Letting her lay on the ground, her cunt leaked cum onto the floor, making Bunsen regret not making more contraceptive potions sooner. If she was taking them daily now, and if she got pregnant, she'd be in deep shit with the overmare.

But Rattle was not done, the old stallion stroking his cock to get the last bit out over her face, in which Bunsen opened her mouth wide to accept.

Like her sister, Flask bit her hoof to not make any noise as she finally hit her climax, the wave of pleasure giving way to shame as she realized that she just got off to watching her sister getting fucked. Worse was that it was Professor Rattle, who was like Flask, a pony with undesirable genes. If anypony found out, there would be no end of trouble for the two. Bunsen might be confined to her room for years, and Rattle would likely get exiled.

Letting the capsule roll away, covered in her fluids, a loud pop then caught Flask by surprise, and turning around, she saw a violently shaking potion. It was turning a lot of colors, which was bad. And spitting smoldering potions, which was worse. And the compounded Flask left near it caught fire, which was absolutely catastrophic.

"Fuck!" Flask shouted as she ran to grab a fire extinguisher. Pulling the pin and pressing the trigger, only a puff of smoke came out… "right, I drained this one for making chems." Flask said as she remembered going on a really bad trip because of it.

Tossing it to the side, she grabbed another fire extinguisher, this one doing its job, but unfortunately the chemical fire had spread, and the extinguisher shot flaming bits of magic into more compounds, setting them on fire.

"Use the damn fire blanket ya daffed moron!" Professor Rattle yelled.

Rushing over and grabbing a large fire blanket, Flask quickly smothered the flames, and ended the emergency.

The blast doors from outside opened and security burst through. Likely ready to beat the fire with batons. Looking back, Flask saw her little sister hiding from inside potion storage. She knew if Bunsen trotted out now, everypony would know of her affair, and the rest of her life would be under lock and key.

Flask was envious of her sister, but she still loved her.

"What happened here!" Security demands more than asked.

Thinking fast, and wanting to protect her sister, Flask said. "It's my fault, my sister and the professor were doing an inventory check, and I fell asleep while cooking a new potion!"

The other security pony snorted in annoyance. "Shaker, you know the rules about not taking your duties seriously. And ain't you just a lab hoof, not an assistant like your sister. You're not supposed to be making potions. We're going to need to take you in to see the overmare about this."

The second security looked over at all the burnt and destroyed equipment. "Ya, some of that stuff is irreplaceable. The Overmare is going to quite pissed with you off.

Flask sighed and went with them, knowing that she was likely only going to be put under room arrest for a week, maybe a month at most.

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"For the crime of theft, the crime of illegal chem production, and the crime of dereliction of duty that lead to the destruction of valuable materials needed for the continued survival of the stable. Flask Shaker is hereby exiled from Stable 69!" The Overmare announced as Flask's family watched from a viewing room, unable to even protest this judgment.

Flask had forgotten that standard security procedure was to check her, which led to them finding the compounds she saved off for herself. Which in turn, led to the checking of her room, and finding her personal potion setup. All of Flask’s dirty laundry was hung out to dry for the whole stable to see, and there was no way for her to protest against it.

Unlike her sister, Flask was not necessary to keep around, and so out she went.

So as the large gear door of Stable 69 rotated open, Flask Shaker waved goodbye to her family, her sister bawling loudly. They never had a good relationship, but they still loved each other, and it broke her heart to leave.

So with a gun to her back, an old lab coat to cover her and the bare minimum of supplies, Flask trotted out into the Wasteland to never see stable 69 again.

As worry and paranoia ran through her mind, one other thought did bubble up and leave her lips. "Hay, I'm free to do what I want now!"

Ch. 2, Nopony Rides for Free.

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Nopony Rides for Free.

The rhythmic rattling of Midway's cart helped keep the unicorn stallion's mind focused as he pulled it down the long soggy road. He would have taken the shorter route, but the raiders in this area liked to set up a checkpoint on it, in which nopony here ever did anything to stop. And he was not about to pay any of the fees they demanded. Midway was too few in caps, and had no chems to pay them with, not that he liked dealing with chems in the first place. What supplies he did have he couldn't afford to lose or he’d risk having to sell his cart just to eat, which was not going to happen. Nor was he going to fuck the raiders to get through, which was always a bad gamble from what Midway had seen and heard. Since the raiders in these parts were more likely to just keep their victim and sell the pony off to the slavers that regularly pass through here.

So it had taken him several long days to travel this far just to avoid the raiders and mutants, and it would be several more days until he got to the Ursa's Rest trade hub. With how long it had been taking him, it was understandable why so many merchants paid for Redeye's protection. As costly as it was, he'd likely already been at his destination by now, and moving onto Friendship City. At least Midway had stocked up on plenty of hard tack and purified water, so as long as he was not attacked, he would be fine, and making out with a decent profit.

“Hello!?” the voice of a mare called out.

Slowing down, Midway cocked his revolver, fully knowing he was still in raider territory, and anything could be a trap. Scanning his eyes around, they fell onto what at first looked like a lump of mud, but with eyes. The earth pony mare took a step forward and Midway drew his revolver.

“You there, not any closer! Who are you and what do you want?” Midway demanded, keeping an eye out for an ambush.

“S… Sorry.” the mare said with a trembling voice. “I… I’m Pecan…. And I was wondering if you… if it’s okay to let me ride on your cart. I’ve been well… trotting for a long time, and I don't think I can make it the rest of the way.”

This was nothing new to Midway as he holstered his revolver. She was just another wastelander; cold, half starved, likely sick, and definitely looking for hoofouts. “Let me guess, avoiding the raider checkpoint?”

The muddy mare nodded. “My Ma and Pa always told me to never go near them. Said that even if I had the caps or chems to pay em, they would just keep me anyways. So I took the long way around, and got caught in the rain and mud.”

Midway rolled his eyes, thinking that she was a typical wastelander with a high opinion of themselves. At best they’d just rape her for a day and then try to sell her off, since most wastelanders aren't worth the fuck unless you’re drunk or high. Still, it wasn’t going to hurt him to at least help her out a little.

“Right, well can you at least wash yourself off first, I don’t want my merchandise to get any more dirty then they already are.” he then pointed to a rather nasty looking puddle, it having a rainbow shine of some sort of magical contamination on its surface.

Surprisingly, the mare nodded and did just that, only adding to Midways low opinion of the mare. She likely already had a mutation or two if she was this carless.

It had been a few days since Pecan last washed herself, Pa having taught her that mud was the best camouflage in the wasteland. Everything was either brown or gray out here, and the unending cloud cover kept things rather dim. But now she was starving, and her legs were considerably worn from days of unending trotting. She needed this ride or she was not going to make it to Ursa’s Rest.

Watching the mare, Midway cocked an eyebrow as the mud washed off, leaving a pinkish mare with dark blue stripes. A zony was exceptionally rare and one with colored stripes too. She also didn’t look as thin as he originally thought she would. Still thin, but it looked more natural then from the starvation that plagued wastelanders. Actually she looked strangely healthy for a wastelander, and rather… cute.

“Say, where did you come from, and why are you out here, if you don’t mind me asking? The name's Midway by the way.” He politely asked.

She shifted her eyes nervously as she washed the last of the mud off her, a bit of the rainbow slick clinging to her hooves, yet not bothering her in the slightest. “I… um, I’m from the Harvester farms further south… Ma and Pa recently died when raiders attacked. Got 'em good, but they got got too. But when my siblings from Pa’s first two wives came around, they were not too keen to keep me around, so they ran me off. With me not being a full blooded pony and all. So I’m hoping to start anew in Ursus Rest, maybe see if they need a farmpony.”

A bit more than Midway thought he was going to get, but not all that out of the normal. If he had a cap for every time he came across a pony tossed out of their home due to family bickering, he’d have over a hundred. And knowing how situations like this gose, it wouldn't be a week or two before she was sucking cock for a few measly caps. That or dead in some back alley, or gone raider out of desperation.

“Alright, but before you get on, we need to talk about payment.” Midway told Pecan, and she cringed at that, which was not the best sign for her. “You're wanting a ride, and seeing you got no weapons on you, you're also going to rely on me for protection. On top of that, I’m betting you want some food and water. Well none of that comes free, ya hear.”

“But… I have nothing. My siblings took everything and threw me out. It’s just a ride, and I’ll be real quiet, I promise.” Pecan pleaded.

Not his first time hearing that, and will not be his last. Everypony is out for themselves out here, a lesson Midway learned the hard way long ago. To Midway, It was best to make boundaries here before other ponies think to even try to take advantage of him. Fuck or get fucked as the saying gose. And it was not like he would get a chance to be around such an exotic mare again any time soon.

Now that he thought about it, Pecan was close to his type.

“Here, listen filly, no pony is without nothing to trade. If ya got nothing but your body, then use your body.” Midway told her.

Pecan was stunned at the statement. “Y… you're talking about prostitution! That I can’t do, no way can I”

“Then I’ll just be on my way then, as you have nothing else to trade.” Midway told the mare, making sure to pull his cart forward a step to further make his point.

Nervously, Pecan bit onto her hoof. Knowing that she didn’t have the strength to chase after the stallion if he did leave. She just didn’t have the energy. “But you're asking too much.”

Taking another step forwarded, Midway saw the mare flinch, clearly not wanting to be left behind. So he gave her a little push. “Alright, how a quickie, nothing much, just until I finish.”

“But” She said, still nervous about doing even that.

“Then a blow job, otherwise I’m wasting my time.” Midway began to move again, making sure to go just slow enough to give the mare time to think.

“Fine!” she shouted. “I… I can do that. So just let me ride, please.”

Midway gave his best Merchant smile. “Alright, but payment is up front, not later okay.”

Slowly trotting over, Pecan trembled as she said, “I… understand.”

Removing his rains, Midway sat back and took a relaxed position, giving Pecan full view of his sheath and balls. “Oh, and if you bite me, the deal's off, alright!”

Pecan nodded, unsure how to even start. So reaching out, she touched the sheath with her hooves, knowing what it was and what to do. Her Ma and Pa were never shy about loving each other, so she had unintentionally seen them having sex several times.

How'd Ma do it? Pecan thought to herself, digging up the uncomfortable memories.

Fondling Midways balls, slowly drawing out his cock, Pecan cringed as she looked at it. It wasn't anything she hadn’t seen before, Brahmin, Dogs, and other animals had cocks too, but this was the first time seeing one so up close, much less touching one belonging to another pony.

Doing her best to swallow her nervousness, Pecan steeled herself as she continued to rub Midway's cock, watching it become fully erect. She didn't want to do this, but she also needed the ride, and there was no guarantee another pony would pass by anytime soon. And if they did, the next time they might not ask like Midway had.

Licking his cock, it didn't taste good, but it didn't taste bad either. Then again, Pecan never had much of a sense of taste in the first place. Something she inherited from her Ma, who had a bad habit of eating anything that got into her mouth, no matter how rotten.

Midway watched, noticing that Pecan's tongue was nearly black, as she sloppily licked his cock, it’s clearly her first time doing this. Which was good for Midway, as it meant she was probably clean from any STD's. Though her clearly being a mutant was a bit concerning.

Then again, Midway thought, it did make her more exotic. But Midway didn't take part in the slave trade. Too many dangerous ponies involved in that now, all wanting their cut in the caps. Last thing he needed was a bandit paying him a visit for encroaching on their territory.

As the thought ran through his head, Midway realized he was only barely enjoying the blowjob. Pecan had begun to suck, taking it into her mouth, but hardly going in deep. And after a sloppy minute, Midway shot his load.

Pecan cringed back, taking the last pump to her face as she stuck her tongue out, cum dripping off her dark blue tongue.

"Fuck was that!" She said, spitting midways cum to the ground. "Is it supposed to do that?"

Midway sighed, having barely even enjoyed it, and telling the mare, "yes, it does that. Now you can get on. I have plenty of food and drink, but only half a bottle and bar, they need to last the rest of this trip."

Pecan nodded as she washed her face off in the tainted puddle and trotted to Midways cart. It barely rocked as she got on, so putting his reins back on, Midway continued forward.

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Night fell onto the wasteland, blanketing the land in pitch black darkness, making further travel impossible. Midway had pitched a tent, feeling moisture in the air, meaning the rain would soon come. Fortunately this meant they were at no risk of raider attacks, so Midway brought out his storm lantern, its light able to keep some of the smaller critters away.

So as the rain began to fall, both Pecan and Midway settled in for the night, needing to squeeze up next to each other in the small tent.

"Tell me…" Pecan spoke up, having barely said a word since the journey started. "Do I have a chance out here?" She asked.

The stallion sighed. "To be honest, not really. Nopony is going to trust some pony from nowhere, not unless you're willing to do some dangerous work. Sorry to say, you don't look the type to go off killing things. You're likely to be taken in as a slave at best, at worst a slave heading to Fillydelphia."

Pecan felt disheartened by that, her own siblings telling her that she was good as dead out here. She did have a well off uncle in Filly, but Pa never much liked him, and warned her that he was just as likely to make her his sex slave as he was to help.

"But." Midway then said. "You could always sell yourself first. The casino is known for taking care of their slaves and workers, and are quite protective of them."

Again Pecan cringed at that, the idea of being a slave not sitting well with her.

"Just saying, if you have no skills ponies want, and are going to end up a slave anyways, best to choose who owns you, then a pony just taking you. Other than that, stay away from the chems, as addiction is a sure way to go raider." Midway informed the mare.

"Oh… okay." Pecan said, then returned to being quiet.

The two would quickly drift off to sleep, the patterning of the rain like a soothing lullaby. And the sawing, unending sawing.

Midway woke up in the dark, the sound of Pecan's snoring preventing him from staying asleep. Concentrating his magic to the tip of his horn, a dim glowing orb appeared, helping him see. Looking over to see the mare, Midway sighed with how defenseless she looked.

Her flank was sticking out at him, tail up, giving him a view of it all. Both her anus and pussy were tight looking and untouched. Then Midway got to thinking, to wondering if any other of her parts was like her tongue.

It wouldn't hurt to look.

Turning his lantern back on and keeping the light dim, Midway began inspecting the mare, moving her body with his magic. Pecan was in a deep slumber, almost as though dead if it wasn't for her shallow breathing and snoring. Looking inside her mouth, though the tips of her gums were pink, but like her tongue, further in was the same almost black dark blue. And holding his own breath, he saw that her other end was the same. Almost all of Pecan's insides were a dark blue, even her clit.

She then let out a slight moan as her leg twitched.

Freezing for a moment, Midway then relaxed as she started to snore again.

Though he had relaxed, his cock had not, it was still annoyed with her barely okay blowjob. So another thought crossed his mind, that she had barely paid him for all this. So why not take more.

Positioning the sleeping mare on her side, and keeping a leg slightly up, he positioned his cock between her thighs, and began slowly moving his hips back and forth. With each thrust Midway wanted more, needed more, and he would take more.

With one more thrust, he felt his cock enwrapped in the tight warmth of her pussy. His cock pulsed and quickly Midway pulled out, shooting a load on her back.

That's when he noticed the snoring had stopped, and trembling breathing from Pecan could be heard. "P… please… stop. It's not my safe…" She whimpered.

Breathing heavily, Midway looked at her, wondering what he was doing, not hearing her words. But as he tried to rationalize all this, he still couldn't get the feeling out of his head. That he wanted more. And he knew she wanted it too, why else was she in his tent, or agreed to suck his cock. He knew she wanted this just as much as he did.

Pecan yelped as she was rolled onto her back and under Midway, her heart racing with horror as he said. "Cone now, you want this just as much as I do."

She shook her head and tried to close her legs, but Pecan was still too weak, and could not resist the stallion. Letting out a whimpered as he then forced his way into her, all Pecan could do was cry as she was raped by Midway.

Grunting loudly, Midway had never been with a mare so tight, and better yet, zonies like her can't get pregnant, so it was fine. With a thrust, a trickle of blood came from Pecan's cunt, it signified that she was no longer a virgin, so he kept on thrusting. And finally it came, his body pulsing with pleasure as he began pumping his seed into her, it feeling nothing like before.

As warmth began to fill Pecans insides, she lay there motionless even as her body pulses with unwanted pleasure. She knew this was bound to happen, she was warned about it, and now it had happened. Pecan felt stupid, for not seeing this, and stupid for not seeing that her siblings hated her so much. That she was alone in the world, with having buried the only ponies who cared about her.

As Midway began to start fucking her again, Pecan began to understand that Midway was probably right. Nopony was going to want her, not out in the wasteland, but right now, Midway did. It hurt as he thrusted into her, but the pain was dulling, and as the pain dulled, pleasure rose. Right now Pecan was wanted, though it was only for her body, but she was wanted.

Both horror and pleasure mixed as Pecan began to move her own hips in rhythm with Midway's thrusts, making it all the more pleasurable, even if it hurt more. And then she leaned in, mouth open, like how she had seen her Ma and Pa do it. Midway reciprocated kissing her, which only fogged Pecan's mind more with pleasure.

She again thought, remembering what he had told her, that she wanted this as much as he did. It felt wrong, and she knew it was wrong, yet she needed him to survive right now, and right now he wanted her. So despite the wrongness, it also felt… right.

Midway then held onto Pecan's slender waist tightly, pressing himself deeply into her. Once again she felt him pump his load into her, and this time she accepted it, wanted it.

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"Alright, it's best to avoid about all the merchant stalls here, since the majority of trade here is the slave trade. An exotic mare like you would be worth quite a lot to the right pony." Midway explained as Pecan was deepthroating his cock. After a few days they had crested over a hill and Ursa’s Rest was in sight. The large Ursa shaped building was outlined in the cloudy sunset, an unmissable landmark for this area. "Instead you should go straight to the casino, the big bear building at the center of town, and request work there. You might get lucky and get a normal job, but you're guaranteed work in the brothel. No chance they'll pass up an exotic mare like you."

Midway's eye twitched as he orgasmed in her throat, and as Pecan pulled back, opening her mouth to show his load, she then swallowed it before asking "And I don't have to sell myself into real slavery?"

He shook his head. "The family that runs the casino are major slave traders, but they follow the old rules of the trade. Contracts for paying off debts, or putting criminals to work. That kind of thing. Nothing like how Redeye does things now. So it'll cost them less to just have you simply work for them and let you pay for your own living expenses. Also, it should open you up for other jobs if you gain their trust, since you're not at risk of running away. And if you save up enough money, you'll have an easier time changing to a new job later."

"And don't become addicted to chems." Pecan added, having been listening to Midway's every word with hazy eyes.

Patting her on the head, Midway felt a bit guilty for what he did, but now that she was acting like a cock hungry whore, it wasn't like he was going to stop her. Anyways, they still had one more night together, and there was still more to teach his little whore.

A sense of wrongness still lingered in Pecan's mind, but the feeling of being wanted by him overpowered it. Anyways, it was too late to turn back now. Having been counting the days, she knew it wasn't what her Ma called a safe day. So rubbing her stomach, she knew a piece of Midway was going to be staying with her. And that peace will need her and love her.

Ch 3, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 2.

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Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 2.

At first Flask Shaker had a hard time in the wasteland. It was dark, wet, and had so many aggressive critters that she was sure she'd die within a month. But luck was on her side, and she came across a friendly group of ghouls who took her in. Mainly because she knew all about brewing potions and chems, and that many of them suffered chronic pain from their ghoulification, requiring strong painkillers to relieve.

So Flask's profession was in high demand in the wasteland.

Still, she was again the outsider of her group, which this time didn't bother her as much, since being a ghoul was something she was not interested in. She wasn't even sure she would become one if she tried to turn herself. Also, none of the ghouls in her small community even understood how it happened, just that in their previous home, some ponies slowly turned into ghouls and others just died of radiation poisoning.

They did suspect their water filtration device might have been contaminated, so they advised Flask to be extra careful when boiling and filtering her water.

Another strange thing she was not used to was all the attention she got, since she was not only the only non-ghoul, but she was also one of the few mares. So they were quite a bit nicer and often flattered her. Which left her feeling conflicted, as she enjoyed it, but it was all coming from stallions that looked a bit like slightly burnt, over ripe, and dry fruit.

So as her ancient and barely holding together lab equipment bubbled with what should be Ultradash. Flask would have tried it herself, but the ghouls were animated that it would gibe her a heart attack. So instead she had her glowing mushroom tea, with traces of mentals and some mild pycnotic chem she brewed earlier. It tasted terrible, but both helped her relax, and got rid of any radiation in her system. Which she was sure she had in her, since eating over 100 year old packaged food was likely not good for her. That and other things she has had in her body.

Flask really wished she still had a pipbuck, even the really old ones the stable kept in storage would have been nice.

"Hay Flank Shaker, good news." Cast Iron called out as he trotted into Flask's room. He was one of the least degraded Ghouls in their group, still having a main and tail, even if it was only half. He contributed to him still trying to live a normal life by eating regularly and not just letting his body get too damaged. Truthfully, he still looked like a normal pony, just horribly scarred. "We managed to make that deal with the ghouls in the cratered city, and got ya those supplies you've been bitching about."

"Really!" Flask said in positive surprise. "I thought they wanted nothing to do with outsiders, how'd you manage that?"

"Not easy I tell ya. But it seems they've been needing more food lately. Copper Pipe thinks they got pets or something, but no way they are so secretive over pets. But we hunted them the food, and they gladly hoofed over the nerd shit"

Trotting over, Flask gave him a little kiss on the cheek, right where his fur was still thick. "Well thanks. If this goes well, we should have a good batch of Ultra Dash to sell."

Cast Iron rubbed his cheek as he said. "Only if the others don't take it all for themselves. They're getting rather twitchy since the normal shit doesn't work well on them. Makes me glad I didn't turn to chems to deal with becoming a ghoul." He then paused for a moment. "And you better not even try them either, Flank Shaker, that shit will kill you for sure!" He reminded me for the tenth time.

Flask carefully removed the lab equipment from the box, finding the things she needed to more efficiently make the concentrated dash. "Ya ya, I know. And can you stop calling me that, my name is Flask Shaker, not Flank Shaker. Makes me sound like some whore or something."

A chuckle came from Cast. "Ain't what you said the other night, when ya were sucking dick."

Pointing a beaker at Cast with her best annoyed glare she could muster, Flask told the ghoul. "I was high at the time, and drunk. Don't go thinking I'll ever do that again, so quit that nickname."

"Alright, but you’re the one who started it. Anyways I think the nickname is cute." Cast playfully teased as he trotted over and bumped his flank with hers. “Anyways, you were actually good at it for a beginner. Who knows, it might be your secret talent.”

Flask rolled her eyes at that, and said flatly “My secret talent is being a whore, yay.”

Cast chuckled. “Hay now, you're the one calling yourself that. I think it just means you make an excellent lover. A mare that any stallion would be lucky to have and rut. Makes me jealous of whoever you end up with.”

"Oh will you two stop!" Copper Pipe grumbled, another ghoul in this community, he trotted in with a permanent scowl on his face. Unlike Cast Iron, Copper looked truly un-dead. The other ghouls said he was once a rather good looking stallion, and was very popular with other mares. But he took his ghoulification poorly, and stopped taking care of himself while heavily self medicating. Now the pony he was before no longer exists, not even his dick remains.

He glared at us with his scratched milky white eyes. "Unlike some of us, I'm working hard to improve our lives. Living somewhere better than in this underground shithole metro, I thought at least a Stable pony would understand. If we can make those caps, then it's Tenpony tower for all of us. But no, you're too busy flirting to do shit!"

Copper turned to leave, still muttering his complaints.

With a sigh, Cast looked at Flask, his eyes, though damaged, still looked alive. "Again, sorry about him. We don't even know why he wants to go to Tenponytowe, it's not like any of his ex-lovers would take him in. Worse, the tower's security would likely mistake him for a feral and shoot him on sight."

Flask shrugged. "Ya, it seems a bit much. But he is right, this metro tunnel is a bit… you know."

"Ya… maybe it is time we all pack up and find a new home. The local raider tribals are getting more aggressive lately, and some big creatures have taken over one of the mushroom caves." He then smiled at Flask. "Actually, with your skills, it might be much easier to convince one of the larger settlements to let us in."

Helping Flask put the new equipment away, the two then settled down to share some mushroom booze, though with extra added in.

"Oh ya, that hits the spot." Flask said as she drank the chem spiked booze. Her own blend that helped her relax, have fun, and keep the radiation poisoning down.

Knocking back the drink, the Cast was also enjoying it. "I don't know how you do it, Flank Shaker, but this is fantastic!"

"Of course it is, I made it! And stop calling me that!" She protested as she turned around and wiggled her flank. "I mean it's not even that good looking."

"Trust me, it's a fine flank." Cast said as he trotted over and slapped it, getting a squeak from Flask. "I don't know what's wrong with that Stable of yours, letting go of you like that. You are beautiful, smart, and actually fun to be around. Their loss I say."

She glared at Cast, but with a flushed face. "Stop lying like that."

He grinned back at her. "If I was lying, then why do I want to tear up the sweet flank of yours."

Flask blushed. "Maybe because I'm the only non-ghoul mare here?"

"I still see other mares, ghoul or smooth cotes, but you're still better by far." Cast further flattered Flask.

Trotting to her lab counter, falling over as her drink started to hit her harder, but she got back up and again looked back. "But what about my eyesight and my four left hooves? Or that my mane and tail are always a mess."

Cast Iron trotted over to her, brushing off some of the dirt from her face. "Flask, my sister was born with five legs, I had a friend who had two pupils in one eye. And before my ghoulification, I had breathing problems. Nopony out here is perfect, and even those who are at least normal have bigger problems to worry about then if their genes are good or not."

He then took a nearby mirror and pointed it at her counter for Flask to look at herself with. "You're fine, better than fine actually. So stop doubting yourself and accept that you're a beautiful, if awkward mare. Frankly, we're still confused as to why you haven't left us yet. Most normal and healthy settlements would gladly take in a mare of your talents. By Celestia, I bet you'd have your pick of the stallions to fuck."

Flask's heart went thump. Though crude at the end, she found his words absolutely romantic, and it might be her booze talking again, but she was seeing him as a really handsome stallion. If not for his ghoulification, she was sure she'd have jumped on his cock by now. And the more she thought about it, the more she thought why not go for it. "Prove it then." Flask said as she put her front hooves on her counter, and spread her legs. Only then she realized what she was doing, and with a ghoul. Sucking him off was one thing, and she was still a virgin… but she was too far in to back down now, and she really whited to fuck.

No… She needed to fuck.

Cast then shrugged, since he was hard, buzzed, and ready to go, this was not something he was going to just pass at. He knew it was a bad idea, but this was likely the last time he would ever spend with a normal looking mare. So placing his forehooves onto Flasks hips, he got himself into position to rut the younger and willing mare

With her ass out and Cast’s dick caressing her neither’s, Flask then had a thought. "You said those other ghouls wouldn't be so secretive over pets right?"

Cast Iron sighed, his dick was twitching as the tip rested right at the entrance to Flask’s cunt.. "Really, why bring that up now?"

"Well what if ghouls aren't as infertile as we think? What if they're hiding foals, and it's why they need that food?" Flask pondered, then smirked. "You do know it's not my safe day, so it's possible you might knock me up."

Rolling his eyes, Cast Iron thrusted into Flask, making her moan from the shock and pleasure. "Fuck, you talk to much Flank Shaker. Shut up and keep your fantasies to yourself, and let me enjoy this while I still can, okay!"

Flask winked at Cast, saying "yes daddy!"

Part of the ghoul's face flushed, and somehow his cock became harder from those two words.

"You horny bitch!" He said, and began thrusting his hips back and forth.

Flask’s mouth salivated as she felt her insides jolt with pleasure and pain. “Ahh, yes! Fuck me like a whore!” she moaned as she moved her own hip with his.

It was easy for her to quickly match his motions, despite never having a partner before, she had practiced a lot since in Stable 69 she didn't have all that much else to do. And though Casts comments about her being a natural at sex was a joke, actually feeling it made her not actually hate the idea. But that could be the booze talking.

After a few more thrusts, Cast wanted to test a thought, and raising up a hoof, he slapped it down hard onto Flask’s flank. The mare let out a deep and loud moan of pleasure, which only exited Cast more. “That’s right my little whore, sing for me, sing like the whore you are!”

Her mind in a haze of pleaser, she did just that, moaning with pleasure as she called out “fuck me harder daddy!” in which he did.

Not since his ghoulification had Cast been with a mare like this, and never this hot and heavy. As hard and fast as possible, he ravaged the mares cunt, lifting her off the ground as he pushed as deep inside her as possible, his own mind becoming a fog.

All strength had left Flask as her body convulsed with another organism, the fourth one she thought, but she lost count after two with how intense Cast was. Then she felt it, a warmth filling her insides, causing her body to convulse with the most intense organism yet.

Letting Flask go, Cast fell back onto his haunches, panting loudly. Flask let herself fall back and lay in his lap, the ghouls cum leaking out of her.

“That was… so good.” Flask said panting.

Smiling and giving the mare a hug, Cast told her, “Ya, don’t think I’ve ever had it as good as that. Not even when young and not a ghoul.”

But Flask didn’t respond, letting out a soft snore as she fell asleep in Clast’s hooves.

Sighing, Cast then confessed. “I do hope you're wrong about ghouls being fertile. You're too good of a mare to be tied down by a dirtbag like me.”

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Flask struggled to keep down her food, having felt sick for the last few days, and was sure it was radiation poisoning. Well, she hoped it was. So she chugged her glowing mushroom tea again, hoping to get rid of more radiation.

“You sure you're okay to come?” Cast asked, the ghouls stallion having become more protective of his smooth cote lover.

“I’m fine, just a bit unwell. Trust me, I’ll be okay.” Flask reassured Cast.

It had been two months since they seriously got to work on the Ultra Dash, and only now did they have enough to sell to really make good caps on it. It was going to some ghoul population near Manehattan, who promised to pay plenty of caps for the stuff.

As the nausea passed, Flask joined Cast and the other ghouls, who all were very concerned for her health. She was sure all she needed was some rad-away, and she will be good as new, that's all.

The fact that she hasn't had her period did concern her, and a lot of what she was feeling was similar to the signs of pregnancy in the stables guide book for expecting mothers. But that was impossible, she had only been sleeping with Cast… a lot. Like every day. And that's probably where she was getting the radiation poisoning from… even though he was only mildly irradiated for a ghoul.

At least she’d be able to get tested once they're able to move to a new place after this deal went through. Despite Copper’s demands, Cast Iron and the other ghouls decided that Tenpony tower was a bad idea. Friendship city was a lot more accepting of ghouls, and had surrounding communities that insulated the area from raiders and slavers.

“Say, where’s Copper?” Flask asked as she followed the others into the meeting spot.

Cast gave an annoyed groan. “Likely sulking, I don’t know why he is so damn set at Tenpony Tower. They would never have accepted use before we went all ghoul, then why would they let us in now. Anyways, I don’t think Copper has long, his mind has been slipping lately.”

Flask nodded slowly. “Ya, I tried to give him something to help him, but he just refused to take it. I’m starting to think he wants to go feral, or something like that.”

“I’m not sure that's it, but I can’t deny he is losing it. I hate to say this, but maybe we might need to take drastic actions if he gets any worse.” Cast suggested. The thought of having to put his old friend down sickened the ghoul, but day by day Copper looked more feral, and was getting more aggressive. If it was just them ghouls he’d have tolerated it more, since ferals don't attack other ghouls, but with Flask around, it scared him.

Cast worried that one day he would go see Flask, only to find Copper over her dead body, eating her like a savage animal. It was something he could not let happen.

From the other end of the room, a ghoul trotted out from the shadows. “I don’t think you will be doing any of that.” Copper said to everyponies surprise.

Narrowing his vision and glaring at his old friend, Cast growled out. “What joke is this Copper?”

Copper let out a gravely and malicious chuckle. “No joke, I’m just completing the deal, just not the one you thought it was.”

Several ponies from elevated positions appeared from the shadows, most with crude pipe guns, but a few with junkyard SMG’s. All of them had spiked decorated scrap armor, which filled Flask with dread. Raiders, they were surrounded by riders. Though their gun's power and accuracy was crap, Cast knew that it didn’t matter with the volume of lead those ponies likely would throw out. They all would be dead by the time any of them could shoot back at the raiders.

“Why!?” Cast demanded.

“Why?” Copper growled back. “You short sighted fool, letting that little slut lead you by the collar. We could be living in luxury for all eternity, but you choose to settle with second rate just so your fuck toy could live with you.”

Cast raised an eyebrow, or what he had left of one. “Copper… what the fuck are you planning?”

The almost feral ghoul smiled wide. “Oh it’s the most brilliant of plans you see. Turns out that Rotting Tail has been keeping a whole lot a ferals in the tunnels under Tenpony. The idiot thinks they could be cured in time or some shit, but think about it. If we let them loose on Tenpony Tower, then it’s ours, all ours!”

“You clearly lost your mind, haven't you Copper. There is no way Rotting Tail would let you do that, ever. You're sick, and you need help. Just tell your new friend to back off, and let us help you.” Cast tried to convince his old friend.

But Copper's head tilted, madness in his milky white eyes. “Naw, I'd rather just sell you, and the ultra dash. Use that money to get into Tenpony Tower.”

Several more raiders armed with melee weapons trotted over and began to grab the ghouls. When one grabbed Flask, she tried to rest, only to get knocked down.

“This one looks fresh, maybe I should try her out,” the raider said with vile lust in his mad eyes.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Cast said, only to get knocked out by a bat.

Slowly getting up, for the first time in a long time, Flask felt afraid. But then a bigger raider trotted over, and kicked the one who knocked her down.

“What, I say about touching the product!” The big raider said. “If she catches your dickrot then we get nothing for her! The Rippers are paying good caps for clean breeders, even if the bitch been fucking a ghoul.” they then looked down at Flask, smiling wide to show two rows of sharpened to a point teeth. “Ya, and stable ponies sell real well. So I hope ya enjoy a life popping out little fucks for the rest of ya life.”

Ch 4, Ruffled Feathers.

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Ruffled Feathers.

Leaving the home of her new friend, Cloudy Sunrise made her way to her work. All she was doing was cleaning rooms, but it was enough to buy herself food, which she was grateful for. Having nearly starved to death after hiding in that abandoned shack, she had been slowly recovering. She'd likely still have died if Star Charter had not taken her in, fed her, and even found her work.

Still, it hurt her to know that somewhere, out there, her father was likely dead, having died alone while trying to scavenge. She knew he tried to find work here in New Appaloosa, but nopony wanted to hire a pegasus like them, not after what the Enclave did years ago. So he had to go further and further out, taking longer and longer trips just to earn enough caps to feed her and pay the rent on their shitty shack.

Then one day he never returned.

A loud snap caused Cloudy to freeze in shock, the feeling of eyes on her had her worried, as though she was being hunted. She wanted to just fly away, but because of how malnourished she was, many of her feathers had fallen out, making flight impossible for now.

"He… hello?" She called out. The wasteland still scared her, even if she was in this town, she knew that most ponies still hated her for something she didn't do.

"Hey there!" Star Charter spoke up loudly, causing Cloudy to jump in surprise. "Oh, sorry! Forgot that you're still skittish and all."

Cloudy shock her head. "N… no, it's fine. Aren't you supposed to be working?"

Star rolled her eyes. "The boss said it's okay if I go get ya, and it's not like a bar fight will happen just because I'm gone." She was a beautiful mare with a sea blue cote and sea green mane, all made sexier by her dancers outfit she had on. A hostess, dancer and bouncer, Cloudy couldn't help but feel a bit enamored with the mare, and a bit jealous when she flirted with other ponies as part of her job. She thanked Celestia that Star never worked in the Brothel, or that would have broken her already weak heart. "Now let's get going, some asshole made a big mess and we can't use the room, the boss promised to pay ya extra if you take care of it." Star told her.

Cloudy cringed a little. The brothel rooms were always a Goddess awful place to clean up, but it did pay well. "Th… thanks, Star."

"No problem. Anyways I owe ya for looking after my Bridget while I'm working. It hurts me to be away from her, but I can't rely on mom to make all the caps." Star said as she gave me a hug.

Cloudy cracked a smile. "You owe me nothing. I mean, your daughter is adorable, looking after her is hardly work."

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At the Ruffled Feathers tavern, Cloudy got to work. Thankfully being given a gas mask as she cleans a room better set on fire. It made her miss the clouds, with how easy to clean everything was up in the sky. But that was a thing of the past now, and not likely to return in her lifetime.

Her father knew that, and that's why he didn't join any of the Enclave Remnants.

Tossing the waste far enough outside to not let the smell come back into the tavern, Cloudy trotted back into the tavern and removed the gas mask. Breathing in the cigarette smoke filled air, it was at least better than what she just threw out.

Trotting to the main floor from the back, Cloudy watched as Star Danced on stage, wearing some exotic silk dress. It was absolutely enthralling to watch her spin and bend around the pole.

"She's one of a kind." The boss, Waterspout said. He was an older hippogriff that built this tavern on the edge of town, and though sleazy, he never did her wrong or showed her any hostility.

Cloudy nodded, finding it hard to disagree. "When nopony would help me after I got tossed out of my shack, she stepped up and took me in when nopony else would. But why is she dancing right now? Isn't it off hours for that?"

Waterspout chuckled. "She is just practicing, keeping her body toned and such. It's why I lent her my cursed dress, since it'll help with her mussel memory." He then looked down at me. "Once you fill out more you can give it a shot."

looking at her rather ragged wing, and seeing one of the bald spots, Cloudy became insecure. "With what I've been earning, even if I wanted to, I doubt I could do anything much any time soon. Maybe ever."

The hippogriff sighed. "Too true. But at least you're recovering. Just let me know if you're able and willing to do any extra jobs, as you can tell, we don't have any pegasus hostesses here. Variety is good business, and I can tell you'll make good money. I'll even take on your debt the damn mayor holds over you, and unlike that asshole I won't charge you that excessive interest."

"I… I'll think about it." She told the boss, still unsure about even working here. Not like I had a choice since it was the only place that would hire me. But if she had a choice, she really wanted to do something involving writing. Unfortunately, her education in both modern and classical ponish had almost no value out in the wasteland.

Returning to her work, the amount of garbage left behind was like an unending battle. The ponies below really didn't care about cleaning up after themselves. It really was a culture shock to her how little value most things had down here, But then again, back in the Enclave everything had to be recycled, no matter how small. But down here, it was just the trash of the old world left behind.

Just then she felt a slap on her rear, causing her to jump, and hit her head on the underside of a table. Of which she then heard laughter.

Stepping back and looking to see who did it, she saw four rather rough looking stallions, all looking at her in a way that she was not comfortable with.

"P… please don't do that. I… I'm not a hostesses." I told them.

One of them chuckled and shrugged, "sorry about that miss, ya just looked too cute to not give ya a slap."

Cloudy pulled on her gray jumpsuit with her wing, it was too big and hid her figure. This left her feeling confused, as she knew she was far from looking good in any way. And though she could use the complements, she didn't like getting them from these kind of stallions.

"W… well, I can get a hostess f… for you. But please d… don't interfere with m… my work." Cloudy tried to tell them, her nervousness showing through.

Another stallion then tossed a cap over to Cloudy, in which she caught in-between her hooves. "Oh, but we don't want the other mares here, we'd like to have… you." He said.

This didn't feel right to Cloudy, but if they wanted her, and were willing to pay, she could at least listen. So she pocketed the cap. "Ah… okay. But I don't think I'd make a good hostess for you."

They all chucked, which concerned Cloudy.

"Oh that's fine, we don't want ya as a drinking buddy." The third stallion said, and pointed up at the brothel rooms. "We were thinking to treat ya real good, show ya a good time."

Cloudy felt a deep pit in her stomach grow as she realized they wanted to fuck her. It was too much for her to even considering.

Then the fourth stallion dropped a rather heavy sounding bag on the table, in which several caps spilled out. "We pooled our funding, so there's a lot of caps if you want em."

She looked at the bag, the size and wait alone meant there was enough to get her hooves off the ground and pay off all her debts. No, there was more than that in there. But Cloudy shook her head.

"S… Sorry, but I'll need to think about it." She said before quickly trotting away to the back room.

When Cloudy took shelter in the dressing room, her flustered face was clear to see from Star's perspective. Putting her makeup down, Star trotted over and then asked. "You okay, did something happen?"

"Stallions… caps.. me!" She said between nervous muttering.

Star pulled Cloudy into a hug, which helped her calm down, "Hay now, just breath. You're safe here, so tell me everything.

Having calmed down, Cloud then told Star about the whole interaction. In which Cloudy then asked. "What should I do?"

Star thought about it for a moment, having seen the stallions before and not liking them. But that was her, and she was not Cloudy. Truthfully, despite the help Star had given to Cloudy, she knew it wasn't enough. If Cloudy couldn't pay off her debts soon, Star was sure something bad would happen to her. Prostitution wasn't the best solution, but if there were as many caps involved as she said it was, it was still a solution.

"That amount of caps would help ya pay off your fathers debt, and let you eat well enough to stop looking half dead." Star commented.

Cloudy nodded, but then shook her head. "I know that. But I don't think it's a good idea. I mean I need to pay off the debt and all, but I might regret it. I mean, what if I get pregnant, or get sick." Cloudy said, letting her worries out.

But what Cloudy was most worried about was that if Star didn't turn the idea down. She wanted Star to hold her and tell her that it's alright. That Cloudy doesn't need the caps that badly, that together they would work things out.

It was then Cloudy realized that she had feelings for Star, that she was attracted to her.

"Well I can't say much for catching a bug, but if ya tell them anal only, you will be safe from pregnancy." Star told her. Which was true, and often pays out more. Anyways, even if Cloudy did get pregnant, it would be better than having her friend vanishing in the night due to unpaid debts.

Everything then began to slow for Cloudy as the feeling of shock ran through her. "Ar… are you sure?"

Star nodded. "Ya, you can sign an agreement ahead of time with them. Though, maybe just agree to a blow job, since you're still weak." She was sure that Cloudy would still be paid well for just that, and less likely to get hurt.

"But… don't you think it's a bad idea?" Cloudy asked, hoping to hear a yes.

Instead Star shrugged. "Well it's certainly not the best option, but it's up to you. If you don't want to do it, then don't, but if you do, then do it."

"Would you stop me if I did agree?" Cloudy further asked.

"Well if you were drunk or high, then ya. Or if they were taking you out of the tavern. But if you decide on your own then I ain't stopping you." Star told her, sure that Cloudy understood what was best for herself. Though a dirty job, Star wasn't the kind of mare to get in her friends way.

But Cloudy didn't see it that way, the words making her feel as though Star didn't care.

Then a pony came around, calling for Star to deal with rowdy patrons.

"Sorry, got to go, looks like a drunk needs to be shown the door!" She said before quickly trotting out.

A long sigh came from the boss as he trotted over to Cloudy. "Don't take it the wrong way, Star does care, but… let's just say she would make a terrifying raider boss."

Cloudy looked at Waterspout in shock.

The hippogriff rolled his eyes. "Ya ya, she's too pretty to be a raider. But Star is a bit emotionally stunted. She didn't stop fighting everypony she met until her daughter was born, so best not to ask her the difference from right and wrong."

"Wait, but she's a good mare, how would she not-" Cloudy began to ask, but Waterspout cut her off.

"She is a good mare, but a dangerous one. Let's just leave it at that." The boss told Cloudy before asking, "and about that offer. You can turn them down, wait until you're stronger. Truthfully, those stallions give me a bad vibe, I say turn them down."

Cloudy didn't know why, but she shook her head. "No… I'll do it. I don't want to keep relying on Star. If it's just this once, I'll be fine." Her heart thumped with nervousness, but she had decided.

Again, Waterspout sighed. "Alright, but not right now. You need to wash up and have something to eat. I'll tell them to come back tonight, but you better show up or you're fired, okay. I can't have the ponies here not trusting my word. Even if they might be scum."

"I… yes I'll be here." She replied.

A small sack of caps was then tossed to Cloudy. "Think of this as an advanced payment, use it to get yourself in order. I'll have an outfit ready for you by tonight night.

Taking the money, Cloudy trotted out through the back, wondering how much of a fool she was.

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It felt odd to Cloudy as she was dressed up and had makeup applied to her. The working mares had gotten together to dress her up, making a white gown that covered up her bald spots, and even a veil to hide her gaunt face. Looking in the mirror, she could see the mare she use to be, with peach pink fur and a pastel pink mane. She would have cried if it wouldn't ruin her makeup.

The prostitutes all gasped as they looked at their work, fawning over the smaller pegasus. Cloudy wasn't happy about it, even if she did look like a bride, she wasn't getting married. Not that her father could ever hoof her off.

Trotting out, she saw Star waiting for her, and for a short moment Cloudy hoped she was here to stop her. A moment that soon passed.

"I'll be keeping an eye on things, just call for me if they start to go too far, and I'll pull ya out of there." Star said.

Cloudy did feel safer knowing that at any time she can call Star in for help. But that's not what she wanted, far from it. "Th… thanks. But I'll be fine."

Star stepped out of the way, and Cloudy trotted off to the stairs to the brothel rooms. The closer she got the more nervous she became. But she had come this far, and was not going to back out now.

Entering the room, the stallion all sat around a table, smoking on cheap cigarettes.

First grinned, puffing out smoke as he said. "Wow, you got cleaned up good."

Third nodded. "Still skinny, but the dress is a nice touch."

Fourth huffed. "So how are we going to start this?"

Second got up, trotting over to Cloudy. "Like we agreed, we take turns, all friendly like. Right?"

The other stallions laughed as the second lifted Cloud's chin, and told her. "Alright, I'll go first, but first ya need to get us ready."

"H… how?" Cloudy asked.

"Just do as I say, now come!" Second orders as he trotted to the bed, sitting on it and motioning that Cloudy sit on the floor in front of him. "Let's start with a facial, use your hooves and stroke my cock."

His semi erect cock was already out, which disgusted Cloudy, but she did as she was told, using her hoof to stroke it. And the more she did the harder it got.

"Now suck it, with your mouth ya pegasus whore!" Second command in a mocking tone.

Shocked for a moment, she froze, only to feel the hoof of Second grab her head, and force it forward. The cock was in her mouth as Second pushed his member in deeper. She then felt it pules before letting her go, and it erupted with foul smelling white viscose fluid, hitting Cloudy's face.

"Wh… why!?" She said, only to find herself surrounded.

The second stallion smiled. "You want the caps, no?" Cloudy then nodded slowly. "Then get to work, whore!"

The other three then surrounded Cloudy, all already with their cocks out, and slowly stroking them. She quickly realized what they wanted her to do, causing her to tear up a little with fear and shame. Reaching out, she grabbed onto each cock, one in each forehoof and wing, then began stroking as tears further welled up.

Her distress only seemed to make them harder as Third said, "ya, that's it ya bitch!"

She could feel as they began ejaculating on her, yet still wanting more, and not letting her stop.

First then pushed forward, forcing her to swallow his cock, but pushing it all the way. "Ya ya pegasus cunt, that's what you get!" He snarled as Cloudy struggled to breath. His hot ejaculation filled her throat before he let her go.

Cum splattered out of her mouth and bubbled from her nose as Cloudy fell to the floor, trying to catch her breath.

She hated this, their touch, their smell, and just that they're stations. It all felt just wrong to her and now she wanted out.

"St-" she attempted to speak, only for Second to shove a ring gag into her mouth, strapping it down before Fourth shoved his dick down her throat.

"Oh I've been wanting to do this to those Pegesus fuck for years!" Forth said with a malicious glee. They puled out more tools, straps and bars in which they used to tie Cloudy down. "If it wasn't for that green mane cunt, we'd have ya sooner!"

"Shut it!" Second said as Cloudy felt her legs get pulled apart. She struggled, but she didn't have the strength as a bar was put between them, forcing her legs to stay open. "But who'd have thought just flashing some caps around was all we needed to do." He then moved he cock to Cloudy's anus, and pushed.

Cloudy tried to scream, but her mouth was full. And soon, more cum began to fill her.

It was rough, and cruel, but Cloudy had chosen to trot into this, so as soon as the shock of it all passed, she steeled herself to finish it. Stretching out her wings, as the stallions took turns fucking her throat and ass, she would stroke the other two, keeping them hard.

She still hated it, hated how they had tied her down like this, that they were practically raping her. But she chose to be here, and was at least going to finish it. And the more she moved her body to take them, the more her body enjoyed it. Even her mind was becoming a fog of lust as more of their fluids soaked into her fur.

"Fuck, the whore's really enjoying herself. Ya think it's time?" First said.

Cloudy was confused for a moment, then she felt as First pressed his body on top of her, and his dick pushed its way into her cunt. They had agreed no vaginal sex, not that Cloudy was in the right mind to point that out to them. Or could even talk with a cock in her mouth.

"That's right, we're breeding this pegasus whore now!" Second said as First began thrusted violently into Cloudy, pushing his whole member deep into her, his cock visibly pushing up on her abdomen.

Cloudy let out a loud moan, unable to tell where the pain ended and the pleasure had begun. She was being bred, and she didn't care. Each thrust pressing against her stomach, and their hot cum filling her insides, then leaking out of her cunt, mixing with a small trickle of blood.

Again they took turns, pushing everything they had into her, not even letting Cloudy rest. It may have been her imagination, but it was like her belly swelled as they filled her with their seed, doing their best to impregnate her.

Eventually the haze of lust gave way to darkness, as Cloudy passed out.

. . .

She didn't know how long she had been out, but she woke up with Forth on top of her, letting out one last ejaculation into her, then spat into her face, laughing.

Everything hurt, and she could barely move. But she watches as Forth joined his friends, the bag of caps held in the air by Second. "Looks like the pegasus whore is awake. Bet she wants all this." With a laugh he tossed it, the bag hitting the floor and spilling out onto the ground. Only a few caps came out, the rest was tin scrap, "that's all you're worth, you and your kind."

As they trotted out, tears began to well up in Cloudy's eyes, the feeling of being dirty hitting her, and all for nothing.

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Several hours had passed with Cloudy recovering in the back room. The boss had given her free food and drink, along with some healing potion, not that Cloudy cared. She felt used, but worst of all, she didn't know what she'd do if she ended up pregnant from this.

"Wh… what will I do?" She asked herself. "I can barely afford to feed myself!"

Waterspout took a seat next to her, the older bird stallion taking a deep breath and saying, "you'll be fine. I'm keeping my end of the bargain. You don't have to worry about your debt anymore."

She glared at her boss, not feeling any better about her situation.

"Ya, I deserve that. But trust me, those ass holes aren't getting away free." He smiled at her, which felt genuine to Cloudy. "I have a lot of friends, both savory and those not so much. And there's an old saying in the wasteland. Always pay the brothel what you promise, and never harm its mares."

"And why should I care?" Cloudy ask.

"Well…" Waterspout pulled out a pack of cards, shuffling them like a master and pulling out the queen of hearts and king of clubs. "Down here working ponies like here in the Ruffled Feathers need to protect themselves, and there's always some ass who thinks they're above the rules." He spun the cards and like magic they changed to a queen of clubs and king of hearts. The king of hearts depicts a griffin with a sword in his head. "Lets just say that ponies who don't follow the rules tend to go missing, and are never found again.

Knocking then came from the other side of the doorway, and Star Charter trotted in. Her beautiful dancer's dress was torn, and specks of blood dotted it and her cheek.

Cloudy gasped in shock. "Star! Are you okay?"

Star looked confused, then Waterspout pointed to his cheek, and she rubbed the blood off and saw it. "Oh, this? Don't worry, it's not mine." She then tossed a saddlebag into the room, it opened to reveal plenty of caps and other valuable things. "Had a talk to those assholes, and convinced them to pay up, and then pay extra for both breaking their agreement and for not paying up before leaving."

"You didn't kill them did you?" Cloudy asked.

Rolling her eyes, Star chuckled. "If only. You land ponies are too soft, back on the Blackwater they hang ya by the hook for the shit they pulled. Seen it happen to sailors several times. No, I just broke their legs and sent them on their way."

Cloudy then let out a sigh of relief, and looked at all the money. But curiosity then gripped her. "Say Star, I heard them say they had been following me around, and wanted to rape me, but you stopped them? So why didn't you tell me, or stop me from doing this?"

Trotting over, Star took the other seat next to her. "Hmmm… because it was your choice, not mine. Anyways a mare as weak as you, there's little you can do right now, that's just how things are." She then looked at me, a steel gaze in her eyes, which filled me with a sense of foreboding. It was as though the green in her eyes were unnatural. "The strong do as they please, and the weak suffer what they must. It's a common phrase where I'm from, and an excuse for those with power to dominate those without. And I'd have believed it if Prism had not saved me from that life, shown me a better way to live. I don't want to see those I care about suffer like that, but I also know I can't always be there for them. Coddling those I care about would be just as bad as abandoning them."

Star then looked over at the bag and smiled. "That's all yours, you earned it. What you do with it is up to you, use it to hide away, or use it to make yourself stronger. Whatever you decide, I'll support you."

Cloudy let her head rest on Star's shoulder. The crush she had for her was gone, now replaced by a cautious respect. Star could be trusted, but she was also twisted, as was the rest of the wasteland, and Cloudy felt that she was a fool for getting swept up by it all. But she had her money now, and with extra. The thought of doing more brothel work crossed Cloudy's mind, but she quickly dashed that out of her head. She had no interest in stallion's, and never wanted another cock in her again, that was for sure.

"When I get stronger… Can I learn to dance?" Cloudy asked nervously, but resolutely.

Waterspout lightly patted Cloudy on the shoulder. "I can run you through the basics myself, after you recover. Why not join the hostess staff too, help build that confidence of yours by shadowing Star here."

Cloudy nodded. It wasn't the most honest job, but she was alive, and she never wanted to feel as powerless again. It was to be weak and suffer, or strong and in charge. Though brutish, it was no less true.

She then rubbed her stomach, where Star then gave her a hug. "Don't worry about that. If you're pregnant, I'll help you through it."

That didn't make Cloudy feel better but it did make her feel less at a loss. "Thanks, and I will hold that to you!"

Star chuckled. "That's what friends are for."

Ch 5, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 3.

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Flask was worried, having heard the stories, she knew she was in trouble, but fortunately as disorganized and vile the raiders were, they had not touched her… yet. For a month she was kept in a cage as they slowly transported her, giving her time to think and steel herself for what was to come. She also had enough time to realize that she was, in fact, pregnant.

It was still small, but her stomach was starting to show, and even the raiders could see it, not that they cared. What worried her was how they joked about how her foal would be smashed against a rock soon after it was born, which horrified her.

To protect her and Cast Iron’s foal, she needed to come up with a plan. Though she didn't know who the Rippers were, she was sure they might have interest in chems. If she could convince them to have her make chems for them, then maybe they let her keep her foal. It was a vile idea, but it was the only card she had at hoof. But until then, she needed to keep her head down, mouth shut, and eyes open.

So when she and several other mares were delivered to some run down hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere, things looked bleak. The Rippers were a band of savage looking ponies, all armed with military muzzle-held micro chainsaws, also known as rippers… ya, they named themselves after their favorite weapon. But looking at them, Flask was rather impressed with how strong most of them looked, with only a few strung out skinny stallions among them. Though all the spikes they decorated themselves ruined anything attractive about them.

Keeping to her plan, Flask needed to learn as much about the Rippers as possible before making her move. But when one ran in front of the cages with his ripper buzzing off loudly, running it along the metal and causing sparks, Flask stumbled back, having been startled by the surprise act of aggression.

All but one mare had done the same, the one standing firm, unflinching. Flint Knife, a tribe mare, had been doing her best to keep our spirits, and been planning a way to Free us. Though as strong and brave as she was, she was also dumb, so Flask didn't get her hopes up about the mare.

And so Flint Knife was the first taken out by the Rippers, where they then forced her to the ground. She tried to struggle, but after a long time in the cage, none of us had much strength. Worse being Flint Knife, who had been sharing her food with the others.

Flask watched as one raider then mounted Flint, forcing his way into her. She let out a cry of pain, only to be silenced as another raider shoved his cock into her mouth. While they ravaged the willful mare, they slapped and kicked her every time she struggled until the struggle was all out of her. When the look of defiance was gone, and only tears could be seen in her eyes. Flint Knife was dragged off to a shack, where the sounds of cries, moaning, and grunting could be heard.

It was painful to watch, but Flask made a mental note to not look defiant. The Rippers rape defiance out of a mare.

Two more mares were then dragged out, this time because they were crying, Flask was sure of it. The two mares were then forced to suck a raiders cock each, and everytime they made a noise, they were hit. Once they stopped crying, other Rippers got to work fucking their ass or cunts. It had become clear to Flask that the rippers didn’t want their mares to make any noise, like crying or any kind of distress.

She wanted to puke right then and there, but fortunately she had nothing in her stomach. A silver lining in a already shitty situation

“I’ll do it!” A mare then called out. “I’ll fuck and suck… just don’t hurt me.” she whined.

The other raiders then grinned at each other and pulled her out, leaving Flask as the last mare. What Flask then witnessed was even more horrified her, as the raiders didn’t fuck the mare, just beat her. The poor mare begging for mercy as Flask then realized the two raiders beating her were mares themselves. She somehow knew that they had taken offense by the mare speaking up, as they had by the sound of distress or the look of defiance. But saying you would do it, that had pissed the raiders off the most.

So as the raiders came for her, Flask kept her eyes down, making sure to look submissive. When the sound of a ripper came near her ear, she flinched, but made no sound. And when one asked “Ya got anything to say?” Flask shook her head.

Then a raider mare let out a chuckle. “This bitch knows her place, boring. And here I wanted to see her broken in.” The raider then sighed. “Take the bitch to the elders, and if she does anything stupid, ya got yar excuse to break her in.”

“Come slave!” a raider told Flask, and she complied. They trotted away as the four other mares let out whimpers.

The elders were far older than she thought raiders could get, but the more she saw of the Rippers, the more she came to see that they were more than just raiders. Savage and brutal, but a culture all on their own. Though if they all just died tomorrow, that would not bother Flask in the least. Actually, it would be a vast improvement to the wasteland if the Rippers were wiped out.

An old mare felt Flask up, touching her crotch, feeling her nipples, and even spreading her cunt. Grumbling, the old raider said, “This one is already with child!" The raiders boo'd, which concerned Flask, but the old mare silenced them all. "But she is healthy, and very fertile. She will birth many fine warriors for the tribe. Strong warriors!” Several raiders then cheered.

Another old raider, a stallion. “But she is not broken, could be dangerous.”

The raiders again boo’d.

Flask wanted to protest, but she knew what would happen if she did, so she kept her head down.

Then the old stallion touched her flank, flicked her tattered lab coat, and took her glasses. “Hmmm, things of an egg pony, smart yet dumb, not of warrior stock.” Flask then felt the old stallion lick her anu, where she almost jumped in shock. “Hmmm, a thinker, knows to pretend. Dangerous indeed.”

The old mare then lifted Flask's chin, and she could see the hard life this raider must have lived. Blind in one eye, sacred flesh and cracked lips. “Speak, we permit you, why should we not tie you to post and breed you like others. If you speak smart, not dumb, we may yet reward you.”

This was her moment, what will doom her as some breeding stock, where her unborn foal will be killed, or she will save the foal, and buy herself time.

“I… make potions… medicine and chems. As… as your slave I’ll make them for you freely, I’ll bear you new warriors without complaint, I'm yours to with do as you please” Flask told them, knowing that there was no way out of them breeding her. “But I plead, let me keep the unborn foal in me, that's all I ask. I’ll do everything you ask of me gladly, just let me keep my child.”

“You have no place to make such requests!” The old mare shouted, slapping Flask.

But the old stallion slapped her back. “You silence! Old fool, if this is medicine mare, then we need. Bitter Chew grows old and weird, and Sweet Razor tastes the sky mushrooms too much.” He then smiled at Flask, showing rows of sharpened yellow teeth. “You promise to be new medicine mare, and to birth many new foals for tribe?”

“I… I will.” Flask replied.

“Good, but you first must become part of trib.” but the old stallion then frowned. “But foal will be problem, as it is not of tribe. If colt, will be exiled, if filly, she will share your fate. But until you bear us new warrior you not us, and you live as tribe whore!”

Flask nodded. It didn’t sound like the best life, but she at least saved her unborn foals life. Now she just needed to bide her time for an opportunity to escape.

The old mare then added red paint to Flask’s face, as though like a scar across it. Her touch was rough, getting under her fur and scratching her skin. “I, Matriarch of the Ripper clan, announce you tribe whore until you become tribe mother." She then added green paint to Flask's face, clearly not liking Flask with how rough she was. "You will be sub of medicine mare, where your child will be granted… protection." Last she placed a line of black pain down the center of Flask's face. "Show us loyalty, and you may become tribe. Bear us many warriors and watch them grow strong! Now show us your dedication, please our warriors, and let them claim you."

Flask knew what was coming as several of the triable raiders got up and the two older raiders left. All she could think was that it’s the best of a bad situation, where it was better then being beaten and raped until she couldn't think anymore. Instead, from what she could tell, she was going to have to fuck the raiders whenever they want until her foal is born, then be fuck by them them until she was pregnant again.

It was a horrendous situation, so much so that her leg trembled in fear of it all. But something also tangled in her with excitement.

The first raider was not gentle as he grabbed Flask, tearing her already torn up lab coat to shreds as he pushed her head down. Mounting her, the raider got to work fucking her cunt. And accepting the brute, Flask moved her hips, taking him in deep.

A strange wave of pleasure quivered through Flask, feeling something different with the raiders dick. When a second raider stepped forward, she saw what it was. Dangling in front of her was a fully erect cock covered in studs.

Opening her mouth, the raider shoved his pierced dick into her waiting mouth, there he grabbed onto her head as he began fucking her throat.

Soon warmth filled her as the raiders let her warmth spunk into her as they claimed her for themselves. Finished, the Raider left a paint covered hoofprint on her before she felt herself lifted up, and passed to another waiting raider, who pushed her down onto his cock, it was bigger than the last, forcing Flask's hips wide.

Bending back, Flask rode the cock like a whore, feeling the raider shoot more cum into her, but Flask wasn't done, and neither was the raider. Lifting up, she then held the cock over her anus, and let herself slide down. Only for the raider to pull her down hard.

More raiders joined in, and Flask used what she could to please them. Stroking them with her hooves, sucking with her mouth, and even using her magic. One by one the would ejaculated, and each time leave a hoof print on Flask.

One raider held Flask up as he bounced her up and down on his cock. Another pushed her face into the mud as her hind legs were held up. Many took pleasure in just getting themselves into her. Every hole being filled, even her mane and tail were fucked.

Even a few rider mares got in on the fun, using crude toys on Flask, or just getting fucked at the same time over her.

As the night passed, and the dawn came, so did another raider and he pulled his cock out of Flask, the cum of many raiders seeping out of every orifice. With the light of day shining, the mare known as Flask Shaker couldn't be seen, covered in black and red paint, along with copious amounts of cum, not a bit of blue could be seen.

The Matriarch then returned, eyeing Flask. "You now belong to Rippers, as whore wife."

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There were points when Flask quietly cried herself to sleep, being treated like nothing more than an object to fuck day in and out. But after a month, she knew she had made the right decision. As tribe whore, they never did harmed her, other then some rough fucking. And though she had no right to refuse their request to fuck, she was treated as an object to be cared for. A few times the raiders didn’t even have sex with her, just laid their head on her lap and cried.

It was weird, but at least she was safe.

The other mares unfortunately were not given the same treatment, one having died within the month after arriving. The other three looked dead inside, sporting bruises and even some scars. They even looked at Flask with resentment, of which didn't bother her, as the situation was unfair for all of them. She had just gotten the least short straw of a batch of short straws.

But Flask had not given in and accepted the Rippers herself, having been made the medicine mare's assistant, she had access to material the raiders hardly understood. Their medicine mare was just some old chem addict that knew what dulled pain and what gave a pony energy, but not the why. So by adjusting the medicine mare's dosage, and pretending it was the old mares own ideas, the old hag was inching closer to overdose each day as she poisoned her own tribe.

As for the apprentice, she was falling even faster, having been given some crude ultradash Flask managed to make. Pure enough to not poison the vulgar mare, but not strong enough to blow up her heart.

Unfortunately Matriarch Ripper never took her eye off Flask, always suspicious of her. But that was nothing new to her, as to Flask, stable 69 was far better at controlling ponies then the Rippers could ever be. The only difference was that every now and then a stallion would come over to get their dick wet, sometimes forming a line.

Flask had become the tribes best fuck, and they would not stand to have Flask removed.

Ch 6, Heavy Metal Maiden.

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Panting heavily, Rust Bucket pushed the moldy pool table in front of the door. Much of the crew was dead, but the boss was confident that they would win in the end, they just needed to buy him some more time. "Will this do?" The raider asked his remaining crew, but received no answer. "Dudes?" He said, looking back, only to see that he was alone.

The door smashed open, sending the pool table falling onto Rust Bucket, knocking the wind out of him. Then the heavily armored diamond dog jumped onto the table, and with the weight of her body and armor added to the already heavy table, Rust Bucket was crushed. Everything went dark for the raider as he felt all his bones break and his insides get squeezed flat.

Priscilla let out a mighty, yet drunken war cry. Having been on guard duty for so long, she was finally able to stretch out her legs and let loose. Ya, all she was supposed to do was check on the border settlements in this part of the NCR, but the locals offered her two more whole large jugs of lunashine to take out this group of raider. Free booze and a chance to swing her super sledge, how could she not take the request. Anyways, it was the duty of an NCR trooper to protect the citizens after all.

Several raiders then burst from their hiding spots and fired at Priscilla wildly, which she lifted up her thick steel shield and the small caliber rounds bounced off it harmlessly.

She chuckled to herself as she was repeatedly shot at. Between her shield and heavy armor, the raiders would need some heavy guns to take her out. But they only had shitty pipe and junk guns, with not a caliber over 10mm. Though Priscilla only had her super sledge, she didn't care, because she was going to have some fun!

Pushing forward, she rushed one raider with her shield, hitting them hard enough that they both went through the wall and sent the broken raider flying into the next wall.

Several clicks were heard from another nearby raider, their pipe SMG out of ammo. Dropping the gun, the raider pulled out a rusty machete, and both Priscilla and the raider clashed in melee combat. Priscilla's super sledge easily defecting the machete and smashing into the raider, ripping off a leg, part of the raiders chest, and their lower jaw, sending the body into another wall.

A third raider dropped their gun, and pulled out three syringes of med-X, injecting themselves with a satisfied "ahhhh." Then had Priscilla's super sledge be thrown at them, knocking off their head.

Stomping with a wobble over to where her super sledge landed, she easily lifted it up with one paw and shook the blood off of it.

"Umm… Priscilla, maybe you should sober up a bit first." Golden Joystick suggested as the stallion peeked from the other side of the broken doorway, holding the jug of lunashine in his magic. "This seems a bit extreme, and dangerous."

Dropping her shield, the rotting floorboards crumpled under it, letting it stand up straight as Priscilla then stomped over to Golden, grabbing the jug out of his hold. "Why do you think I joined the NCR Heavy troopers? Certainly not to stand around all day guarding some politician." She then took a swig of the booze before tossing it back to Golden. "Heavy armor, heavy weapons, and heavy combat, that's what it's all about!"

Golden sniffed the booze and gagged. "A bit too heavy if you ask me. Anyway, I don't think this is safe to drink. I mean, didn't the old mare say she uses spark battery solution to make this?"

"And it gives the stuff an extra magical zap to it." The diamond dog said with a laugh. "Anyways, didn't you do shit like all the time back in the old world, oh Captain Chrome."

"No, well ya, but that was all lights and smoke. Like I told you, I'm an actor…, well was one anyways. It was all putting on a show, and anyways, I had a stunt double do the dangerous stuff." Golden explained again for the… he wasn't sure, having lost count a while back. The residents of the wasteland had almost no concept of actors, or what was done to make movies. Some even thought the old films were true stories for Celestia's sake.

"That's boring." Priscilla said disappointedly. "Pa was right, never meet your heroes, ever. They always disappoint you." She understood all that Applewood mumbo jumbo, she just didn't care. Still, it was disappointing to learn that Captain Chrome was just a prissy and pampered stallion.

Clattering came from further into the raider den as a heavily armored raider unicorn stomped from around a corner, levitating a minigun covered in razor wire. It was the boss of this group, and he had finished preparing for this fight. Priscilla smiled from under her helmet as she went and picked up her shield.

"Harsh… but true." Golden said, taking cover right before a roar of gunfire drowned out all noise.

Rushing forward, Priscilla shoulder checked the raider with her shield, and knocked away the minigun. She then felt herself be lifted up and thrown through a wall, sending dust and drywall everywhere.

The raider laughed as foam dripped from his mouth. "Ya NCR cunts are all the same, all the same… oh… wait, your one of those dog fucks… I always wanted to fuck one! Show me ya ass bitch"

"Why don't you fuck this!" Priscilla snarled as she jumped forward, swinging her super sledge, but it was caught in the raiders magic.

"Yes… no, maybe after you!" The raider chattered, his eyes bloodshot, unfocused, and with a bit of a rainbow shine to them. His horn was also scorched black, yet small sparks of magical energy arched across it.

Priscilla knew the symptoms, this raider was a trixie addict. The new chem floating around that boosts one's magic at the cost of their sanity.

Again she felt herself be lifted off her paws, and tossed through another wall, but this time the unicorn didn’t let go, and slammed her into the ground. Her armor protected her, but Priscilla was now regretting having left her shotgun behind. So as she was pulled from the hole in the floor the Raider made with her body, and felt her being squeezed, she knew she was in a bad position.

Then the raider stopped, and then she felt her armor being pulled…

Nope! She thought as she tried to struggle, as one peace then came off. Impacts her armor could take, but they were not made for being pulled apart. So at the buckles on her chestplate strained, and then came undone, she knew what was on the raiders mind and didn’t like it.

“B… boss!” Rust Bucket called out. “What do we do with the stallion?”

The raider boss growled at the smaller raider, “You fuck him, he looks your type anyways.” He then refocused on Priscilla, licking his lips. "I'm going to make this one worship my di-"

*Bang*

The raider boss’s head disintegrated into green goo, slowly followed by the rest of him, leaving only the armor covered in the stemming green residue.

With a snort, Rust Bucket burst into green flames, and in his place Golden Joystick was in his place. Holstering his SG Master Blaster, Golden let out a sigh. “That never ceases to just look so wrong.” He stated as he moved the green goo armor with his magic.

Picking herself off the ground, Priscilla took off her helmet and dropped it, painting heavily from what just happened. “I… I had it.” She said, walking up to Golden. “Everything was under control.”

Golden's eyes shifted nervously, unsure if he upset his companion or not. “Well I… I just wanted to… ya, show you my acting skills.”

She grabbed him by the scruff of his fluff around his neck, pulling him up, getting muzzle to muzzle, and looking him in the eyes. “It wasn't bad.” Priscilla snarled before kissing him on the lips, her tongue caressing his own.

It was a surprise to Golden, but not an unwanted one as he reciprocated the kiss.

They then paused, looking at the blood and destruction around them.

"Maybe we can continue this another time." Golden suggested.

With her one good eye, Priscilla drunkenly glared at the half Changeling. Both the fighting, and his timely aid was leaving her rather in the mood. Something that was not going to last long if they just left. Looking over to where the raider boss had come from, an idea hit her. A hazy idea, but an idea no less.

"No." Priscilla said as she stomped towards the raider bosses room with Golden in one paw, as she unlatched her armor with the other. As she felt lighter and lighter, her spiked tail swished with excitement.

The raider boss's room was what they had come to expect, dirty and littered with used chems and booze bottles. But there was an actual bed here, although broken, but it was going to end up that way once she was done with Golden.

Tossing the stallion on the bed, Priscilla smirked. "Cock out fuck colt."

Golden was still very unsure about this relationship he had started, commonly being the one to lead and be dominant. Yet though he didn't feel that willing, his groin was more than just up for the challenge.

Fully erected, all Golden could do was watch as Priscilla climbed onto the broken bed, it bending and cracking under the muscular diamond dog. She then turned around, tail up with her pussy exposed.

"Lick!" She commanded as she took a tight hold of his cock.

Just the touch of her paws felt better than any hoof or claw job he had ever felt before, and as a gentile stallion, he always gave back as good as he got.

Priscilla let out a moan as she felt his tongue caress her. Just big and long enough to hit everything just right. It was cheating how Changeling could do that, reading her pleasure like a book and turning it up higher than she ever had before. None of her previous partners were even half as good, and Golden was only using his tongue.

Opening her maw, she took all of his cock into her mouth, shoving her pussy into Golden's face as she easily deepthroated the stallion, determined to make him cum first before her hips gave out.

But as Golden's cock twitched, waves of pleasure rippled through Priscilla's body as she let out a cock filled mouth moan, orgasiming.

Needing to come up for air, Priscilla took a deep breath only to be hit in the face by Golden's ejaculation. A bit annoyed, she licked it off her face with her long wet tongue, only to feel even more aroused.

"Fuck." She grumbled, now remembering that his jizz was effectively an aphrodisiac.

Looking back, Golden was still catching his breath, but not out of it yet. So lifting her hips, Priscilla positioned her now lubricated cunt over his still erect cock, carefully moving it so that she could slide down it.

"C… can you give me a…" Golden was about to ask for a breather, but saw the lust driven look in Priscilla's eye. There was no stopping this train until she was out of steam, and Golden knew it. "Never mind."

With a slam, golden grunted as both pain and pleasure mixed. The massive bitch threatened to break his hips with the power of her own hips as she forcefully rode up and down his cock. Priscilla's tongue flopped out as another orgsim came, causing her to salivate with pleasure, her mind further in a haze.

Twitching and pumping, Golden's balls were quickly drained as Priscilla cunt drained him of everything, and still demanded more. If he was a normal stallion, then this would soon be over, with his spirit willing, but his body not. But he was Golden Joystick, the upcoming superstar of Equestria's golden age of film, lover of enough mares that he had lost count, and also a half changeling. The changeling part being most important for this situation.

Priscilla let out a surprised moan as she felt her folds widened apart more as everything that touched Goldens cock felt as though it was being caressed. "Ch… cheater." She managed to say through gritted teeth as yet another orgasim came.

Not willing to give in, Priscilla continued to ride Golden, but after a few more trips up and down his pole, she hit something familiar. The stallion had formed a knot at the base of his cock, and it was just the right size for her. So licking her lips with anticipation, she forced her way down. Where she heard a pop from one of her hips, causing an eye to twitch with the most pleasurable pain as Golden began to pump her insides full.

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With her head pounding, Priscilla only now understood how foul smelling it was in that raider den, now regretting getting utterly plastered before running off. "Can you stop me next time." She bemoaned.

"I tried, many times." Golden complained, but he knew it fell on deaf ears. "Did you at least have fun?"

Picking up the rusty, but still in good enough condition minigun, Priscilla smiled wide. "Fuck ya." She then clutched her head again as it pounded like being hit by her super sledge. "Maybe you were right about that spark battery stuff."

Golden took a sip of the lunashine booze. "I don't know, I think I can get used to this."

Priscilla let out a snort, "just don't kill yourself like that. I've never had a ride like you since… ever."

Trotting up to her, Golden gave Priscilla a playful nudge. "Just don't go getting all soft on me. A beautifully big bitch like you is best when in charge."

The diamond dog felt her face go flush at the word beautiful, and quickly turned her head to hide it. "Ya ya, I ain't getting soft any time soon. Not when we still got those villains to hunt."

The two then began their trip back to the settlement to bring them the good news. All while Priscilla made a mental note to not leave her guns behind next time.

Ch 7, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 4.

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The Raider grunted as he let another load into Flask, hoping to be the one to impregnate her. Sucked dry, he finally let her go, and layed back to catch his breath.

Several piercings and plenty of warpaint now adorned Flask, looking like any other raider. Though her scratched and cracked glasses did hint at something more.

Free from her current partner, Flask wiped herself clean and trotted over to her daughter, letting her little Centrifuge begin suckling on one of her swollen teats. It had barely been a week since she was born, and Flask could see the part of her that was Cast Iron’s. Strangely, the filly also had a near black tongue and a slight green glow in her eyes that reminded her of the ghouls. Centrifuge was also quite thin despite how much she fed her, so Flask could only assume that this was all due to her filly's father being a ghoul and that she as healthy as she could be.

She could only guess that it was because her father is a ghoul that Centrifuge was like this.

Looking back at her current partner, Flask was filled with disgust by the idea of him impregnating her, not if she had a choice in the matter. Fortunately she was able to make a rather primitive contraceptive, and soon after Centrifuge was born she had started taking it daly. Though it made her a bit sick, it would give her a bit more time.

As of now, Flask was the only medicine mare the Rippers had. Her slow poisoning of the others had worked, and though suspicious of her, the Rippers could not afford to lose her. Not when the chems Flask made were far superior to whatever the other medicine mare's offered.

Effectively, her plan was to poison all the raiders, and when the time was right, kill them all in one go. Though she had gotten used to being the tribe whore, there was no way she was letting Centrifuge share her fate.

Signs of the plan were already starting to show, as many of the raiders were already addicted to the chems Flask made, and coming to see her frequently just for more. Though Flask did fuck many of them as well, it was now by her request, which had the added affect of making them addicted to her body.

"Dear medicine mare." The Matriarch spoke up as she entered. "I see you are true to your duty. Though it is unnecessary to look after that foal as well. Let the slaves nurse her, as it is their purpose."

Flask did her best to hide her disgust for the old mare, for she was the one who dictated everything here, and had the power to end their raider ways. But no, this old bitch revealed in the power she had, salivated from the cruelty she afflicted. Flask hated the raiders, but came to understand that she was the one who made them this way, made them beyond redemption. Worst to Flask was how she clearly wanted to separate Centrifuge from her, where Flask could not insure her daughters safety.

For Flask suspended that the old crone planned on killing her daughter. Not out of making sure Flask was loyal, but to just hurt Flask.

"It is fine, she is to be my successor, so she must drink my milk." Flask told the Matriarch while keeping her head down.

The Matriarch huffed in annoyance. "You should be focusing on being bred, not nursing the young. Or did you not forget the deal."

"But if something would happen to my little one, I would not be able to perform my medicine mare duties out of grief. Then what would the tribe do without their medicine." Flask replied.

This further annoyed the old mare, but with how addicted the tribe was, including the Matriarch, she could not harm Flask without a backlash from the other raiders.

"Fine then, but this is not why I am here." The Matriarch said with a smirk. "The clawed ghost has become more active lately, and taken more lives."

Flask nodded, "The albino cragataur, the warriors have brought in monsters like it and let me cut them open."

She had only memories of old books to go off of, but the monsters seem to be a hybrid of a cragadile a minotaur, and some other creatures… maybe even pony. But Flask had just been calling them cragataur. Mainly they just wanted Flask to help cure the skin and make armor for them, but the monsters were also good ingredients for some new potions.

"Yes the cragataur as you call them. Well, we had a vision, one of using the ghost and its kin to conquer our rivals. And you will aid us in this endeavor." The Matriarch said with a wide grin.

Flask gulped in worry, hoping she was just high and not serious about that.

"We require you make us a potion in which to tame the cragataur, and the ghost. No… we demand it!"

"It… it will be done." Flask said, knowing that she had no choice in the matter.

"You have a month." The old mare said smugly, and trotted out of Flasks tent.

Picking up Centrifuge, Flask gave her daughter a hug as she burped her, fully knowing that she was given an impossible task. Possibly to get rid of her without pissing off the rest of the Rippers. "If the potion failed, and the Rippers died, I would be to blame. And if not killed, then thrown in with the slaves."

But Flask had not gotten this far to just give up now, not when she had her daughter to protect.

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Flask was dumbstruck as she was taken to the cragataur cave, not expecting to be the one to be sent down to tame the monsters. But thinking about it, the Matriarch likely didn't want a chance the other raiders side would side with Flask even if it fails. No, she wanted Flask dead, and that's it.

Looking at the condition of her potions, doubt set in. Yes they had worked, but she had only tested it on stallions. Already they had a few cragataurs effectively tamed by potion, so she was sure it would work for her… mostly sure.

The only problem was an ingredient Flask had added to the mix, Venus root to be exact, was going to have an effect on her. The Rippers mainly used it on the slaves to pacify them, the stuff being a rather effective aphrodisiac, turning some of the poor mares into sex addicts. She herself had tried it, and effectively had the second best sex in her life. So she thought maybe a little would calm the cragataurs.

It had, but the raiders who had to drink it as an experiment she later had to fuck. Though fun, it took them longer to go limp than normal. So Flask was not looking forward to becoming considerably horny as she pacified a bunch of rock lizard monsters.

Venturing into the damp cave, Flask poured her first potion over herself, giving her the smell of a cragataur. Which so far had made the monsters less interested in eating the pony who drank it… most of the time. She just needed to get to the clawed ghost, and hit it with the taming potion, and it should follow her around.

The effects of the potion then hit Flask, as her cunt began to drool, and her face flushed. The venus root was too damn effective. If she survived this, she was going to demand they gang bang her and make her pregnant.

Shaking her head, Flask regained control of her own mind, the thought of actually wanting to be bred by the Rippers still sickening her. Either she was going to need to get off before returning to the rippers, or find a way to counteract the potion.

With a rumble, Flask froze as a Cragataur came out of a nearby pond. Its rock scales were rough and thick, clattering as it stomped over, eyeing Flask with bright yellow eyes. It was big, twice the size of a pony, with two horns coming out of the side of its head, and large claws that tapped on the ground as the thing walked on its knuckles.

They both stared at each other for a long moment, but then the Cragataur moved away to some mound and laid next to it. It still glared at Flask, but didn’t move, so Flask simply trotted further into the tunnel.

To Flask shock, there was a structure inside the tunnel, some old lab flooded with water. There was also a lot of Cragataurs here, but they seemed less interested in Flask, and more interested in protecting their little mounds.

Making her way further in, she found what she was looking for, a larger Cragataur with glistening white quarts scales, and it was looking at her with ruby red eyes. Both its horns and claws were bigger, and looked like clean cut crystals. Also, unlike the other Cragataurs, this one was exceptionally clean, almost polished, and so was the area around it. Though most things had water damage, much of the lab equipment and terminals were clean and well cared for, possibly even recently used.

The monster acknowledged Flasks presents, gaving out a loud grunt before sniffing the air. Strangely Flask though she could see the monster thinking, even raising a rocky eyebrow at her. Then it let out a roar which she knew was bad.

Throwing her other potion, Flask prayed to Celestia for a miracle.

The Ghost charged, getting hit by the taming potion as it got closer to Flask. Then it slowed down to a stop right in front of Flask. It sniffed the air again around her, and then sniffed her as poster slacked, and it seemed to relax.

“It… worked!” Flask said in excitement. Though how to lure the thing back to the Rippers was the new problem.

As she pondered on how to move the large monster, she then felt a claw gently grab onto her. Looking back she saw that the ghost was drooling with its tongue out and eyes on her… It also had two monster dicks that quickly became fully erect.

Flask looked at the other Cragataurs, and realized that all the others must be female…

And it was the only male.

And she likely smelt like a female Cragataur ready to mate.

“Fuck…” Flask said in a defeated tone as she began to drool as well, her mind wandering to how good those dicks will feel. It was too late for Flask, as the aphrodisiac on her and the monster mixed, taking hold of her mind. She opened up her legs, vaganale fluid alredy running down them, and she then said, "make me your bitch ya horny monster!"

Pressed down on her, the monster's power was immense. And as it pressed inside of her, filling both her cunt and anus at the same time, Flask let out a pleasure filled moan of pain, causing tears to form in her eyes from it. The monster's cocks were bigger than she had ever felt before, and as she was pulled into it, her abdomen bulging.

For a moment she thought it was going to break her, far too big for a pony to take. But as she gasped from it, the Ghost stopped, and began slowly moving its hips, as though being gentle. Lightly trusting into Flask, she was quickly getting used to its size, the pain of it dulling with each thrust, but so was the pleasure.

"H… harder!" She moaned out. "Harder you stupid best!"

The Ghost then stopped, its massive claws letting go of her back and then grabbing hold of her hips.

Then she realized, fuck it understood me! Right as it thrusted deep into her.

Like a wild animal, the albino cragataur began to fuck Flask with all its might. The drool from its mouth dripped onto her back, further coving her in his musk.

Her body convulsed, quickly going from one organism to the next with hardly a break in between. With her mind lost in the fog of pleasure, she didn't even notice it had begun to ejaculate into her until her stomach began to expand.

With each thrust, some of the monsters cum leaked out of Flask as more was pumped into her. Soon she started to look pregnant again, her body still elastic enough to hold more of the monster's seed then a pony normally can, and some more.

Eventually the monster ran out of energy, laying back and leaving an inflated Flask impaled on its cocks. The lust drunk Flask continued to move her hips, having energy for more. When she was finaly done, she let herself slide onto the monster's stomach, its cocks popping out of her, and its cum quickly flowed out of her.

Panting, Flask just laid there, her body still twitching from the pleasure, her mind slow to return to sanity.

"Ahh… that was… good." She breathed out, and then asked. "Say… if you… can understand me… can you lift a claw?"

The Ghost then lifted a claw up.

Flask blinked a few times, processing what it just did, ideas and thoughts running through her still hazy mind.

After regaining her energy, Flask began asking the monster questions, all while stroking its cocks, so as to keep it happy. Learning that the beast was indeed intelligent, though the other cragataurs were not. It didn't plan to eat her, unless Flask was a threat. Also, it was only killing the raiders because the raiders were attacking the females.

Overall, Ghost Claw, as she named him, just wanted to be left alone, where it could try and make more Cragataur like itself.

It then pointed at the lab, and Flask suspected that the cragataurs were not natural. She then suggested that she could help, since she is a trained arcano-tech potion maker. Which Ghost seemed interested. But then Flask let it know that it was only if it could help her rescue her daughter.

Ghost thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

Breathing as sigh of relief, Flask then looked the large cragataur in the eyes as she licked some of its cum off her hoof. "Say, you want to go for round two then?"

It gave her a nod, and Flask climbed its cocks for another ride.

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Flask was not one for reveling in the death of others, but as she led the cragataurs through a gap in the Ripper's defense, she found herself anticipating the chaos.

With a roar, the Rippers were caught with their dicks out as a large group of very pissed off cragataurs began charging through the camp. Their massive claws, and brutal horns easily smashed through the panicked raiders, some being thrown great distances into walls and others simply cut down like nothing. Even when the Rippers counter attacked, the cragataurs stony hide proved too tough to be easily stopped.

Flask herself rode on Ghosts back, the larger male able to pick up boulders and toss them at the raiders. She'd feel sorry for them, if it was not for them being horrible ponies that would had raped her into sumbishon if she had not been so submissive from the start.

With their defense crumbled, it was easy for Flask to guide Ghost to the Matriarch's tent, where the cragataur ripped off the top like it was nothing. There Flask saw Centrifuge in a cage, crying for her.

Pure rage filled Flask as the raider Matriarch babbled out "y… you want to be leader? I swear loyalty, yes. Spare me, and I can teach you."

Flask would laugh if she was not so disgusted with the hag. So she whispered to Ghost, "can you just toss her away like the trash she is, I would rather not have my daughter see that mess."

Ghost Claw nodded, and picking up the old hag, she begged for her life. But Ghost didn't care, he knew who and what she was, and was not going to suffer letting her live. So he tossed her, a trail of piss following the old mare as the raider boss splattered against a nearby wall, spraying blood around her now flattened corpse.

Effortlessly tearing open the cage, Ghost gave Centrifuge back to Flask and she hugged her daughter with all her might. "It's okay darling, mama's got you!"

As Flask looked back at the raider camp, hearing the screams and roars of battle, it was both horrible and beautiful at the same time. And she hoped that never again will the Rippers plague the Equestria Wasteland.

Ch 8, Of Love and Loathing.

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With a few taps on his portable terminal, the lights turned on around Gadget, and the air began flowing again. Many of the systems of Stable 69 were older then old, and the spell matrix's that kept everything running required frequent maintenance. Stable-tec built things to last, but nothing lasted forever without somepony to maintain it. Without proper maintenance, things like indusral the water purification talisman could burn out, and then somepony would need to leave the stable to find a new one.

"See, I knew you could do it." Ruby praised Gadget, patting him on the back. "And here the overmare was going to just let the maintenance chief dick around for another year before fixing anything."

"I… still think this was a bad idea, the maintenance chief is still the overmare's son, and he doesn't like getting overshadowed like that." Gadget warned.

"It'll be fine, I got your back afterall." The taller mare nuzzled up next to Gadget, causing the smaller stallion to blush.

This sign of affection would have been frowned upon in the stable due to the strict breeding controls, but Ruby and Gadget were considered compatible partners, and expected to have foals in the near future. Something that most couples were less than happy about due to the lack of choice, but for Ruby, it was something she couldn't be any happier about. But for Gadget, he was still unsure about their partnership, though he had accepted the situation long ago and had officially gotten married a year back.

Not like they had a choice in the matter, but at least for Gadget, Ruby did seem to like him even though she rarely treated him like a stallion.

In fact, they were exact opposites, with Ruby being taller, stronger, and more wilful, she was more like a stallion then most stallions in the stable. Gadget on the other hoof was smaller, softer, and rather demure, often made fun of for being more mare like then most mares. Even their jobs reflected this, with Ruby being a security mare, where Gadget worked as both a programmer and assistant cook. Actually he was just the assistant cook, since a terminal technician was so rarely ever needed in a stable.

Unplugging his portable terminal from both his pipbuck and the area's main terminal, Gadget packed up his things. The portable terminal, or P.T. for short was an artifact passed down through Gadget's family from when they worked for Stable-Tec, letting him crack or rewrite the spell matrix code of any terminal. It was his treasure, and even his cutie-mark was an image of it. Which he was happy with, as his other family artifact was a silenced .22 pistol he never used. But sadly, the stable was set on making him work in the kitchen, where his true talents would be wasted.

"Ruby… thanks for giving me the opportunity to prove myself, but I still think this was a bad idea." Gadget said as he rubbed his leg nervously. "I mean, why waste the effort on me. Not like you would have chosen me if you could."

Ruby frowned, and then lightly jabbed her husband on the shoulder. "Hey now, stop lumping me in with the other mares who complain non stop about their partners. I mean, the most popular stallion among the mares is clearly fucking the cheiff sanitation officer over his own wife."

Gadget cocked an eyebrow at that. "Bu… but they're both stallions? How would that even work?"

Ruby shrugged. "Hay, all I know is that as long as they ain't fucking mares that arnt their partners, the cheiff of security don't care. Not that he cares about shit so long as the Overmare keeps him supplied with booze."

A long sigh came from Gadget. "You know that your mouth will get you in trouble someday."

She wiggled her eyebrows at Gadget as she said. "There's one way you can shut me up."

Gadget blushed as Ruby got closer, her hoof pushing it way between his back legs. "Ruby… maybe we should go back to… our room."

"I got a long shift soon, so you better spread those legs for me. And I ain't asking." Ruby said with a sly grin.

Unlike other mares, Ruby found Gadget's more feminine nature to be rather attractive. For her it was the best of both worlds, as Gadget was rather cute looking, and that he had an above average dick. Unfortunately, the mixed genders locker room in security gave her eyes enough sample size among stallions to know what was the average. And though Ruby did like the attention from the other mares that she got, with a few trying to court her, Rubyxs barn door only swung for Gadget.

Truthfully, Ruby would have gotten herself pregnant by Gadget long ago if only the Overmare would let her. But no, they must maintain the breeding order to maintain population leves. It all just pissed her off that she can't grow her family with Gadget without permission.

Gadget hid his face as Ruby unzipped his jumpsuit, the bulge in it already apparent that he was turned on. Despite all his protest about being treated like a stallion, Gadget was more submissive and breedable then any mare in the stable, of which Ruby wouldn't want anything different about it.

Unzipping the molted cock, Ruby got to work rubbing it with her hoof, making sure it was good and hard. Once satisfied, she pulled it to her and gave it a lick. She was a big and strong mare, but no way she was going to go in dry, this cock needs lubrication. And as the precum leaked out, Ruby took Gadget's cock into her mouth to spread it around.

Letting out a moan, Gadget felt his member pulse, and while still in Ruby's mouth, he came. There was a momentary pause before Ruby pulled back, cum dripping from the roof of her mouth before she licked it up. "Who said you could orgasim first?" She asked coldly.

Gadget looked away as he apologized. "S… sory."

Ruby rolled her eyes as she unzipped her own suit. "I guess you will just have to work extra hard to please me then."

Strattaling Gadget, Ruby moved his cock under her, and lowered herself onto it. She still didn't know if Gadget was on the larger size, or if the other dicks she'd seen were just smaller, but as her insides were filled, she knew Gadget was just the right size for her.

So Ruby let out a moan as her hips began to move, Gadget moving his own with her. It didn't take long until a quivering sense of pleasure ran up Ruby's spine, as Gadget knew just how to move to get her off. One, two, three orgasims in quick session before she felt him finish off in her, announced the end of this short bit of fun.

Panting, Gadget was spent, and he would need more time before he could do much of anything again.

Getting off him, Ruby quickly cleaned him off with her mouth before wiping herself down. "Ya… I needed that." She said before kissing Gadget on the lips.

Blushing Gadget scrunched up his nose. "C… can you not kiss me after having my dick in your mouth."

"No" was all Ruby said as she zipped her suit back up.

Gadget just sighed as he zipped up his own suit, finding it a bit awkward with how his cock was still at half mast. "Alright, but let's try and keep it in our room next time. What if somepony sees us?"

"More the fun then." Ruby chuckled out as she trotted away.

Following her, Gadget stammered out. "Th… that's not funny!"

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Word had quickly gotten out about Gadget's quick restoration to the disabled section of the stable, and though it wasn't an important part of the stable, it would have diverted resources and time to fix it. And though the maintenance ponies would still need to check things out, it wasn’t as big of a dead as it would have been.

And so several of the older stallions pulled Gadget into the stallion only bar to celibate.

"Chears!" One of the other stallions yelled, forcing Gadget to drink another shot of Stable-99 apple whisky.

"It's nothing, I'm telling you. Just a gl… glitch in the pro… programming. Easy fix." Gadget protested.

One of the older stallions scoffed. "Easy fix!, he says!" Everypony then laughed. "Nopony else here knows how to reprogram a spell matrix, all those zeros and ones just make my head hurt."

Another, even older, stallion patted Gadget on the back. "Ya remind me a lot of your dear great grandfather, a diminutive programmer like yourself. May Celestia rest his soul."

"I know, I have photos of all my ancestors. We've never been tall stallions." Gadget admitted.

Another older stallion then leaned in. "Actually, and don't tell nopony, I found the old stable photo album, and get this, your ancestor ain't in the original photo."

"Oy, no going on about old rumors, okay!" Another stallion chastised the previous.

Gadget felt a bit confused and a little curious. "What old rumors?" He asked.

One of the stallions sighed. "I guess we ought to tell you. The old rumor is that your ancestors weren't part of the original stable residence. Well actually most of us older folks know that to be true. Look far enough in the records and it's there, a Stable-Tec technician opening the big old door to get himself and his family into the stable. Were he then fixed some majorly bad code that could have endangered the stable."

Gadget's eyes opened wide in shock. "Why haven't I heard of that?"

"Cuss one of the previous overmare's was a huge bitch and didn’t like stories of outsider breaking their way in, so she made sure we didn't talk about it. Just Like the current one"

"Was there anything else to the rumor?" Gadget asked.

He then leaned in close, speaking softly. "Well ya know that gun that your pops gave ya along with that portable terminal. Well my old man told me it's something that Ministry of Awesome agents used, not Stable-Tec. Though it is only a rumor."

Gadget didn't know what to think of that, and he was a bit too buzzed to even think properly about anything, so when another stallion yelled "cheers" it was already out of mind for him.

The small party went on for a bit longer, with a few more shots of whisky going around. But due to Gadget's smaller body, he found himself more drunk than the others. Who had then fully called quits and gave him some water before getting back to work. As they trickled out, others had tricked in, though Gadget was having a hard time recognizing them, and he did notice they had gotten any other pony still here to leave.

"Hay Gadget." Spoke Crossed Wires, the maintenance staff chief. "Having fun?"

Gadget raised his glass of water, "just sob… hic… sobering up."

Another glass was pushed towards him as Cross Wires said. "Maybe you should rethink that, and have a drink with your friends. We are friends after all?"

There was now a tension in the air even Gadget could feel, but he took the drink and downed it. "Friends? Ya, we're friends."

A grin formed on Cross Wires muzzle as he poured himself a drink of the whiskey. "Good, good. So as a friend, why would you embarrass me like that? I mean, it's something a friend wouldn't do, you understand."

It took a moment, but Gadget understood. "S… sorry about that. But it was an easy fix, a waste of your time, ya know. Now you're free to do other things."

But Cross Wire didn't look pleased at all. "What other things. We're in a stable, where things don't change." He then let out a sigh. "It's going to be years until the next time something breaks, years where I'm looked at as redundant. You know how that makes me feel, do you?"

"S… sorry." Gadget again apologized.

"We'll, a sorry doesn't fix it, now does it." Cross Wire said spitefuly.

Gadget was feeling both confused and a bit scared now as his head spun a little with the alcohol in his system. "I… I could make you a cake."

Cross wire glared at Gadget for a moment, but then reached out and raised his chin. "You know, you would have made a great mare. So small and soft looking, a real shame you're a stallion…" a cruel grin then formed on his face. "Then again… that does have its advantages."

Gadget pushed back to begin trotting away, but one whistle from Cross Wire got his two lakies to grab Gadget.

"Ummm… maybe we should take this up with the Overmare." Gadget suggested.

But Cross Wire shook his head. "No, I don't think we will." He then motioned at one of the stallions holding Gadget. "Can you lock the door, make sure no pony interrupts us."

With a hiss the door to the rest of the stable shut, and with a click, it was locked.

Gadget himself was pushed to Cross Wire, and to his drunken shock, the stallion was rubbing his cock. "Now if you will, put your pretty lips to work for me."

"N… no! This is wrong, you know it." Gadget protested.

But Cross rolled his eyes. "And who do you think will care? Now suck my cock, Gadget!"

Pushed forward, Cross's cock was forced into his mouth, the other pony pushing and pulling Gadget's head.

A yelp then came from Cross and Gadget was pulled back, only to get backed hoofed. "Use your teeth again and I'm breaking a leg." Another cruel grin then formed on his face. "Ya know what. I could always go after Ruby."

"Don't you dare." Gadget growled, sounding more sober.

But Cross kept on smiling. "Oh I know I can't touch her, but accidents can happen. That is unless you cooperate."

Gritting his teeth, Gadget knew he could do it, and get everpony to look the other way. The overmare was his mother after all. "F… fine. Just leave her alone and I'll do it."

The other pony let go of Gadget, and under his own free will he took Crosses cock and began to suck it. Slowly at first, but soon he felt Cross grab the back of his head and force him all the way down. Tears welling up in Gadget's eyes as he did his best to suppress his gag reflex and not puke from disgust.

Then it came, Cross ejaculating foul tasting liquid into Gadget's mouth before letting him go.

Unable to suppress it anymore, Gadget turned and puked out the contents of his stomach onto Cross, and made a puddle of whisky, cum and bile on the floor.

"Great, now I have to get that cleaned up!" Cross said as he pushed Gadget's face into the bile. "But I know how you can repay me."

Gadget's eyes went wide as he felt Cross press his cock into his ass. The pain was immense as the smell of the bile assaulted Gadget's nose. He could barely think as he was being raped, only cry as he sifled a whimper with each thrust.

Cross took his time, making sure that each thrust went in deep, all while imaging Gadget as nothing more than a weak mare. And when he finally finished off inside of Gadget, he made sure to stay in him a little longer.

Pulling out, Cross turned to his two lackys, "you want a turn?"

Before Gadget could even struggle, he felt himself be turned over, the two other stallions hard and ready to go. Already defeated and out of energy, he simply let them do as they pleased. As both his anus and mouth were again raped, his biggest sham was that his own cock was hard and dripping cum, as though betraying him and enjoying it.

Eventually Gadget mercifully blacked out, where he hoped this was all just a nightmare.

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Ruby was absolutely in rage, and she made sure everypony knew it. When she heard that Gadget was in the medical ward she was scared, but after seeing his condition, it was clear to her what had happened. She may not be a smart mare, but she wasn't stupid eather. So when nopony would tell her who was involved, she knew exactly who was responsible.

So now she sat in the brig, blood still on her collar. Not that she cared.

The door to her cell open, and flanked by two security ponies was the overmare, Circuit Breaker. The old mare was cranky looking as ever, not that Ruby could blame her. But it pissed her off that the old mare was mad at her. Mad at her after what her rapist son did!

"I don't regret it!" Ruby said before Circuit said anything. "Not after what he and his friends did."

Circuit scowled at Ruby. "You nearly killed my son!"

"Your son raped my husband!" Ruby growled back.

Taking a deep breath, Circuit calmed down. "No, that was just a friendly interaction between stallions that just went too far."

"Too far! Gadget nearly choked on his own bile!" Ruby countered.

But Circuit's expression didn't change. "Yes, and I'll properly have my son reprimanded for that. But you went way over the line, Ruby."

Ruby snarled at the overmare. "Over the line! After what he did!"

"You and I both know that stallions cannot commit rape on each other." Circuit quickly said as though it was a matter of fact. "Rape can only be done on a mare, and no matter how feminine Gadget looks, he is still a stallion."

"Bullshit! Stop covering for Cross Wire, and take responsibility for once in your hag life!" Ruby snapped at Circuit.

Unable to hold herself back, Circuit slapped Ruby. "You attack seven different ponies like some psychopath, nearly killing three. If you weren't stopped, who knows how many more you would have hurt!"

The hit didn't even make Ruby flinch. "Should I add one more to that list then?" She threatened

The two security ponies stepped in between Ruby and Circuit, the overmare pushed out of the cell. "It's clear that you're unable to control yourself, and have some mental defeat we must have missed." She then let out a sigh. "It's clear to me now that we must rethink your pairing with Gadget."

"You wouldn't dare!" Ruby shouted as she attempted to lunge out, but the two guards pushed her back down."

As the guards stepped out of the cell, and closed the door, Circuit trotted up to it again, looking Ruby in the eye. "Since there are no stallions currently available, we'll just have to pick from the bank and use the artificial method. I hope you come to understand that this is the right choice, for you and the stable."

Ruby slammed her hoof on the cell door, glaring at Circuit Breaker. "Oh, you better hope I don't ever get out of here you bitch!"

"Then be that way" she said, leaving the room, and Ruby in the cold cell.

Slumping back, Ruby stroked her tail, feeling more vulnerable, weak and useless then she ever had in her life.

With little to do, the only thing grounding Ruby to anything was her pipbuck radio, playing the same music it had always played for over a hundred years. The music was upbeat, despite most of it being about the end of the world in some fashion or other. But even that old music would loose its charm, becoming another reminder of her fucked up situation.

After what felt like an eternity, the door to the brig opened up. The room's lights were dimmed as it was lights out, and everypony should be asleep other than night security. Heavy hooves ment it was a stallion, but the uneven gate meant they were injured. Ruby was no detective, to the point that the chief of security repeatedly chastised her for her lack of awareness, but she didn't need those skills to know who it was.

Rolling her eyes and letting out a huff of annoyance, Ruby made a guess. "Cross Wire, is that you?"

He let out a growl. "I thought you were the dumb one here?"

"When dealing with brain dead rapists like you, nopony needs to be smart." Ruby snarked back.

The light turned on and Cross stood there, bandaged up and with a splint on his leg. Which Ruby expected, but what caught her off guard was the 10mm pistol at his side. "You always did love to humiliate me, Ruby, even when we were foals. But it ends now."

She glared at him, knowing that things just got real dangerous. "What, your going to rape me too?"

He smiled wide. "What, no. Didn't you hear, it's physical impossible for a stallion to rape another stallion. Anyways, I'm not so stupid to open that cage you're in. No you're staying in there, trapped, and I'm." He patted the gun at his side. "Will be using this."

All Ruby could do was glare. She knew the brig was too far away from residential for anypony to hear her if she screamed, much less get here in time to stop this. She was fucked, and this psychopath had her where he wanted her. Nopony was coming to save her.

Again stroking her tail, not knowing what to do, she quietly whimpered out, "Sorry Gadget"

Cross drew the pistol, but then the lights went out.

*Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click*

*Thud!*

The lights turned back on, and Cross Wire was laying on the ground with several small holes in his neck and head, all bleeding profusely. The look on Cross Wire's face was lifeless, frozen in shock and pain. Ruby couldn't be sure, but she just knew that he was dead.

"Ruby!" Gadget called out as he rushed to the cell door.

Despite her shock, Ruby thrusted herself at the cell door. "Gadget, but how? Why?"

He pulled out his portable terminal. "There's nothing the stable can hide from me with this. Anyway, when I found out that they were going to separate us, I knew I had to act." He then drew a small pistol with a long and thick barrel. "And when I saw Cross heading your way, I knew my ancestor's pistol was needed."

That put a smile on Ruby's face, but then she looked down at Cross, and dread filled her. No way the overmare was going to forgive this. "But… they're going to kill you for this."

Gadget looked down at the corps, and then spat at it. "If we stay, that is."

"You don't mean?" Ruby began to ask, and Gadget nodded. "But how, it's not safe out there."

"It's not safe in here either, Ruby. And it's going to become even more dangerous here soon." He said as the cell door clicked open. "A lot of ponies are upset at the overmare, and she's planning on completely locking down the stable. If we don't move now, we might never get the chance again."

Stepping out, Ruby hugged her smaller husband. "Okay, I get it. But are you okay, like really okay?"

Gadget shook his head. "No, not at all. But nothing would be worse than losing you. Now let's go before security catches on!"

"Wait!" Ruby said before grabbing the 10mm pistol from the ground, and holstered it onto her security boarding. Then she trotted to a nearby shelf, picking up a retractable baton, placing it into its sheath. "Okay, let's go!"

They quickly trotted out of the brig and made their way to the stable's big gear door. The last time Ruby had been there was when some poor mare was exiled from the stable for theft and making chems.

"There you are!" A nervous mare spoke as she stood in the stable entry way. "Let's go before security catches on!"

There were several ponies here waiting for Ruby and Gadget. Though she didn't know most of them all that well, she knew of them. A few ponies who were never given partners due to genetic incompatiy. A pair who were clearly not each other's partner. And a mare by the name Bunsen, who had been caught sleeping with a stallion not her partner a while back. Her husband was the one sleeping with the chief of sanitation, so Ruby couldn't blame her for cheating

This was actually good news, since Bunsen was an alchemist, and if they were leaving, having a pony who could make medical potions would be a life saver.

Rushing to the control console, Gadget quickly plugged his portable terminal in and got to work. "Alright, as soon as this opens, everypony's going to know about it, so this is your last chance to turn back!"

Nopony did, and after a long moment, Gadget hit a big red button on the control console.

Alarms blared and yellow lights flashed as a contraption lowered from the ceiling and pressed itself into the big metal gear-shaped door.

Returning to Ruby's side, Gadget locked hooves with her as they watched the door let out an ungodly loud screech of metal on metal, before finally moving to the side.

One the sound had died down, and the dust had settled, the exit was clear in front of them. Behind them was the sound of angry shouting, getting ever closer. Gadget and Ruby looked at each other and kissed, savoring the moment as the others galloped to freedom.

"You!" Circuit screamed from the other side of a viewing window.

The two didn't say anything to her, just waved at her before making their way out into freedom. Unsure what they will face out there, but they knew they would face it together.

Ch 9, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 5.

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Life in the cragataurs cave wasn't so bad, as further back Ghost actually kept parts of the lab in a maintained state. It turned out that he was actually extremely smart, possibly smarter than Flask, but lacked any real education. So though he understood what this place was, there was little he could do with it outside of trial and error.

So between reading the terminal entries and teaching a massive rock lizard how to read, Flask was quite busy.

What Flask had learned was that the place was made for restoring endangered or extinct animals. And this was a test sight for the real lab in some place called Sparkle-Cola World. With the cragataur being some weird accent of some mad pony trying to make a perfect bodyguard.

With a sigh, Flask wiped a smudge from her new clear quartz glasses, and got out of her chair to wobble to her bed. As it turned out, Flask had gotten pregnant from fucking Ghost, dispight the difference in species. She contributed that to the potion she made, as she did conduct her own experiments on the few raider mares they captured. Though it had taken a few months to confirm, she noted that the mares who drank the venus root potions ended up pregnant from Ghost like herself.

It wasn't necessary to do that to them, but Flask wanted some revenge. So Ghost had at least six more hybrid children on the way from them. Of which he was okay with, as at least half pony cragataurs would share his intellect.

As for Flask, her stomach had bloated up larger than when she was with Centrifuge, and she suspected twins, which was not going to be fun. So There was little she could do for herself until her new foals were born.

Ringing a bell, a mare trotted over, the defiant one that had arrived with Flask over a year ago. It had taken time, but the poor mare had slowly recovered from her treatment by the Rippers. Now she was sticking around both to help me, and to torment the remaining raider. Strangely she had become quite affectionate with Ghost, even choosing to get impregnated by him out of some sort of twisted sign of respect. And at this point, Flask suspected that she had fallen in love with the lizard.

But right now, she was helping Flask with her own pregnancy. "Um… Miss Flask, do you need anything?"

Flask beyond the mare over. "Yes, I think the birthing will be any day now, Flintknife, and I need you to make sure everything is ready."

Flintknife let out a sigh. "I already did all that Flask. The foals are safe, and all the video equipment you got working is prepared. We have enough medical supplies to kill a tribe, oh, and I double checked the raiders restaurants." A cruel grin formed on Flintknifes muzzle. "It's good to see those raider bitches be milked for a change."

Flask couldn't disagree, but doing to the raiders what they did to her seemed a bit much. "Do you ever think we're becoming like them, the raiders I mean?"

She scowled at her and turned around to show Flask her scarred cunt and anus. "We aint fucking them with spiked cocks as a way to dominate them!"

Nere Flask, Centrifuge began to fuss, and she levitated her little filly over. "It's okay, Mama's here." Flask then looked back to Flintknife. "I get it, and sorry for suggesting that. It's just, I worry sometimes."

Flintknife calmed down, trotting over to smile at Centrifuge. "No, I shouldn't lash out like that. But I understand, those monsters, they were ponies at some point. It's something to remember."

She then took a step back. "But I get it, if we act like monsters, we will become monsters. Anyways, I'll be nearby, so just ring me if your water breaks."

"I'll probably scream for you." Flask said jokingly.

Laying back in her bed, letting Centrifuge suckle, life in this cave wasn't so bad. In fact, it almost reminded her of home.

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The pregnancy was going on longer than Flask liked, and now she was getting worried. It was actually a problem for mares from stable 69. It had happened with Centrifuge, but fortunately the filly was small, and when labor did come, it wasn’t as much of a problem as it could have been.

But Flask was expecting two pony cragataur hybrids, who were clearly bigger than the average baby. If they got any bigger it would be a major problem. So that's why she decided it was time to force herself into labor.

Fortunately stable 69 was rather extensive in their sex education, up to parts that were a bit much for her at the time. Among that knowledge was that male ejaculation can induce labor in a pregnant mare, and if a pregnancy was taking too long, she should have sex. And from what she knew from some of the older mares from her Stable, it was true.

So with all the equipment set up, Flask Shaker was ready to record the whole process. For scientific research of course. Though she did masterbait to the videos of Ghost fucing those raiders, and Flintknife, it did help with researching on the cragataur mating habits… mostly.

But now Flask was going to record her own birthing, and catch the first glimpse of the hybrids. That and she had to admit, not having had sex in months was driving her a bit crazy. She was sure it was from all the sex forced upon her by the raiders, but Flask was sure she might have developed a minor sex addiction. Then again, she suspected that she might have always been a nympho.

So as the bloated Flask trotted into a shallow pond, Flintknife turned on the cameras, and Ghost stomped over.

The large cragataur let out an annoyed huff and pulled out a sine that he wrote on with chalk. "This is bad thinking." He wrote down.

Flask rolled her eyes. "My hips may be able to expand wide, but if they get any bigger you will need to cut the foals out of me."

Again Ghost huffed. "Fine. We do this."

Turning to one of the cameras, Flask lifted a bord in which had a file number and research name. Research recording number 24, for the cragataur pony hybrid experiment.

Waddling over to Ghost, the large rock lizard wasn't ready, so Flask had to help him out. Having him sit down, Flask began playing with his massive balls, fondling and then licking them. Of which Flask was grateful on how much Ghost kept himself clean.

It didn't take long for ghost to get hard, and as Flask stroked one cock, she attempted to deep throated the other, but could only go half way. Precum filled her mouth, and using her tongue, Flask lubricated both of his cocks.

Feeling them puls from her attention, she opend her mouth wide as Gost shot his load at her face. The smell was horendus, yet addictive all the same, making her wet from the taste and smell.

At times Flask wondered if she could ever go back to normal stallions, but then she remembered that she had never been with a normal stallion, and if she only fucked ghost from here on, she didn't care.

With Ghost fully erect and ready to go, Flaak presented herself to him, and gently, he mounted her. But he didn't go straight for her cunt, opting to fuck her ass first, slowly gyrating his hips into her as his second cock slid inbwetween Flasks swolen tits.

Letting out a moan of plesher, Flask looked over at Flintknife, andvsaw the mare masterbaiting to them, which only turned Flask on more. If she could, Flask would also be rubbing her cunt, but her pregnant belly prevented her from reaching.

With a grunt, cum leeked out of Ghoasts cocks, and pulling out of Flask, he the shoved the tips of both cocks into her cunt, and began pumping. Filling her insides, Flask's leg twitchec with an orgasim, and she panted from the plesher.

But as soon as the moment had come, it had ended. Flask was then gently let go as she turnd to her side and let herself sit in the pond. Cum and other body fluid fouling up the water.

Even if this yelded no results, Flask still felt a bit satisfied.

But then she felt a cramp in her gut, and from her a pinkish red began flowing into the water. Flask was right, and the ejaculate had indused labor, or possibly the fucki g itself. But having no time to ponder, Flask prepared herself to bring out new life.

Flintknife trotted over to help, pulling out a potion Flask had prepared. Drinking the potion, the pain dulled, and Flask mind became clear. She didn't know how dangerous this birthing would be, so she made sure to make a super special potion just in case, which had healing properties, painkillers, and some soft mind altering chems so she could expand her mind while bringing in new life.

What seemed to happen was that Flask now watches herself from above, realizing she might have made the potion too strong. But that was neither here nori there as the birthing went quickly. The head of her second born crowning and being helped out by Flintknife.

What came out was a little colt, who had his fathers tail, front claws, two nub horns. Other then that, he looked just like Flask. Soon after Flask's second came out, this time a filly, who was just like her brother. Both were washed off, their umbilical cord cut, and placed into Flask hooves.

Her out of body experience soon came to and end, and she found herself holding her new children, both heathy and a bit heavy, but absolutely adorable.

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It would be weeks before Flask could truly move about, the birth of her children taking more out of her then she thought it would have, but she would recover in time for more children to be borne. All of which would be documented. And unfortunately, most of the raider mothers would not make it, but Flask attributed it to the raiders being sickly even before their capture, and their situation preventing them from getting healthy.

This made Flask feel rather lucky to have even survived it, and using the knowledge she gained, helped develop a potion for Flintknife, ensuring the mare's survival. As for the surviving raiders, it was decided to let them go since they couldn't be used for nursing due to them being diseased down to their breast milk. A problem both Flask and Flintknife had, but Flask managed to make enough of a cure using tech in the cave lab just for the two of them. Flask was also sure Flintknife just killed the raider they let go, but if she never asked about it that Flintknife would never need to lie about it.

With their family having grown, and even the cragataurs young growing, more research could be had. But to Ghost's disappointment, none of the cragataur were any bit like him, showing little to no higher cognitive functions. And as they grew, their mothers would wander off to find new waters to wade in, and their young would follow.

But to Flasks amazement, the cragataurs were rather protective mothers, and very gentle around them. So she was sure the monsters would grow up healthy and happy… for better or worse.

As for the hybrids and other foals, the old raider base was slowly being converted to a home for them, with strong walls and even a crude farm. With Ghost and Flintknife raising them, Flask was sure that this generation would not fall to raderdom… or at least she hoped.

And after over another year, and assisting with Flintknife's third pregnancy, they hit a problem as the foals were becoming sicker by the month. Flask knew it was radiation poisoning, though not severe yet, it would become a problem if not treated. Unfortunately, they didn't have the material to make all that much Rad-away potions, so Flask felt it was time for her to venter off to find them. Having written down her potion knowledge and trained up an apprentice, she knew they were in good hooves. So once the winter came to an end, she had a wagon up and ready.

Centrifuge poked out from the back of the wagon, oversized glasses dominating her face. The poor filly had inherited her mothers eyes, but everypony thought it made her cuter. "Mama! You should take Hopper with you!" She suggested, holding the massive wasteland toad.

Flask hated that toad, and would not budge on keeping it here. "Darling, Hopper needs to stay near the water, it be cruel to take him away." She lied. Those toads could live anywhere, just needed water to spawn.

"But mama, toadies can live anywhere!" Centrifuge countered; the filly also inherited Flask's intelligence.

She sighed, "no, and that's final. Anyways, Hopper will just get eaten out there, just leave him here where it's safe for him, okay." Actually Flask knew she would end up eating the thing if given the chance. But Hopper was Centrifuge's pet, and didn't want to do that to her.

The half ghoul filly deflated as she let Hopper go, the toad jumping away, where it quickly found a bloatsprite and devoured it whole. Seeing it never ceased to send a chill up Flask spine, to the point she sometimes had nightmares about it. She'd sooner kill herself then be eaten whole like that.

Fortunately, unlike the other foals, Centrifuge was heathy, thin, but heathy. Flask could only suspect it was her father's side that was responsible, as her little filly was practically immune to radiation. Stranger, Centrifuge seem to be heathier when being irradiated, something Flask would need to resurge.

Ghost and Flintknife came over to see them off, the large cragataur now dressed in a crude robe, giving the lizard a more civilized look. He then put down a box in front of Flask.

"We wanted to give you this before you go. Think of it as thanks for bringing us together… and hopes you return safe and sound." Flintknife said as Ghost opened the box.

Inside were several spare glasses made from Ghost's scales, a few repaired lab coats from the cave, reinforced with leather, and a spear with two rippers at the end.

Throwing on one of the coats, it fit Flask perfectly. "Oh this is wonderful, and having more glasses will be nice if I break the ones I have."

"Well you do trip up a lot, so it's only smart. But must you leave, there must be something around here you can use to help? Not to mention your children will need their mother." Flintknife asked.

But Flask shook her head, "We already looked, the rad absorbing mushrooms are just not here. Other than Centrifuge and the hybrids, the foals here aren't going to live to adulthood if we can't purge the radiation from them. And I'll not watch the other children suffer and pretend it's okay just because my own ain't."

Flask looked back at their home, inside Quartz Crucible her son and Quartz Boat her daughter, were sleeping. And they would be asking for her when they wake up, only to find her gone.

"I don't want to go, but I need to. And not just for the Rad-away potion, but ingredients for other potions that we might need down the road. I also need to find out what happened to Centrifuge's father if possible." Flask said, feeling guilty over this decision, but resolute in making it.

Ghost let out a grunt as he lifted the spear and passed it to Flask.

"Use it to protect yourself and strike down those who are bad, he says." Flintknife translated for Ghost. "Oh, and remember to return home quickly."

Flask smiled as she took the spear, careful to not turn it on so as not to wake her twins. "Thanks, and maybe if things go well, I might return with a few friends."

"Well we pray they become our friends as well." Flintknife said as she gave Flask a hug.

With the goodbyes had, Flask double checked her supply: potions, potion ingredients, a few guns with ammo, and a ripper along with the ripper spear. She had food and water, along with a way to filter and purify that water.

She was good to go, and with the snow melting and a path out of the hidden camp, she attached the wagon to her back and took her first step in years out into the Wasteland. So with Centrifuge waving with tears in her eyes, Flask vanished over a hill and into the shadow's.

Ch 10, Gunpowder Blues, Part 1

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A bullet whizzed over as Nagi kept her head down. The irony of the situation didn't pass by her as she was sure that those bullets were likely loaded with the gunpowder she sold, as the guns didn't have the same clean bang as the old-world bullets did. She could even smell the sulfur.

“Come on out ya bitch! You think we'd not find out you were selling to Redeye!” A mare called out before letting out another shot. “How low can you go? How many ponies have you killed by selling that powder to him?”

She'd heard this all before, and didn't care. Nagi had a home to provide for, and selling Gunpowder was how she did it. Anyways, it wasn't like these ponies were some crusading hero’s of justice, before Redeye showed up they were one of the many slaver gangs in the wasteland. They just had the misfortune of siding against Redeye.

Nagi gritted her teeth, remembering how she had to hide from them as a foal, keeping her sister silent as they dragged their neighbors away as their next victims. The Gator Gangers had been and still are a bunch of thugs, but with Redeye around, they weren't the big dogs anymore. So now they pretend they’re some goody two hooves group to gain sympathy from the surrounding locals as they shake them down for caps. Everypony under their protection are too afraid of Redeye to see past the facade. It was pure hypocrisy, if given the chance they would take Redeyes place in a heartbeat.

At least Nagi wasn’t like them, she didn't pretend what she did was helping anypony but herself. She did give back to her own community, but that's because they helped take care of her sister, along with giving her a dry place to sleep. But the Gator Gangers, fuck them! They took away her home once, and now they threatened to do it again, all while pretending to be the hero.

“Ya got the count of ten to come on out, and we’ll spare ya!” the mare yelled.

It was a lie, and Nagi knew it.

Well if she was lucky, they’d just gange rape her and move on. But as far as she knew, that tended to not happen when there’s a mare leading such a group. Mares were always more viscous, and left their victims too broken to live. Nagi had seen the aftermath before, and it had given her nightmares.

“Four!”

She’d had thought about it before, if she had been in this kind of situation, and if she’d surrender or fight. Death was likely in both cases, but it was the difference of getting just dicked, or getting a glass bottle smashed inside her. Ya, as much as Nagi preferred mares over any stallion, there was no way she’d let herself be caught by a mare that wants her dead. Tortured to death was not how she wanted to go out.

Still given the chance, she'd rather not get caught at all. Just the thought of getting pregnant like that was one of her worst fears.

“Nine!”

“Okay, I surrender!” Nagi shouted as she lifted up her hooves and slowly got out of cover.

The Mare smiled as she trotted over, giving Nagi a good look at her, and it wasn’t pretty. She had the tell signs of getting a blast of birdshot to the face, and was missing several teeth. The mare also smelled bad. “Oh I’m going to have fun with you.”

Nagi knew it, this mare was going to torture and kill her, but there was no way she was going to let it happen. “You look like you spent a lifetime keeping away from doctors, you know that.”

The mare spat in Nagies face. “Shut up bitch, or my ponies will ventilate you.”

Her crew then trotted closer, now confident that Nagi couldn’t shoot back, guns at the ready.

“Maybe, but first you should have an apple.” Nagi said as she rolled out an apple grenade from under her.

Looking down, the mare's eyes went wide in shock. “Fuck!” she screamed as she dived for cover.

With a pop, smoke billowed out of the apple grenade, and I ducked back down. Gunfire then whizzed over me as they shot into the expanding cloud. The day was rather calm, so no wind blew the smoke screen away, giving Nagi ample cover. And with her enemies closer now, it was time for a counter attack.

With a flick, Nagi used her leathery wing to open a lighter, and press the fuse to it. With a sizzle and spark, her pipe bombs were ready to go. Normally she’d drop it from above, easy peasy, but she couldn’t risk getting shot down.

She had only a small window, and it was now. Tossing the pipe bomb’s out and covering her ears, all Nagi could do was pray that the other ponies hadn’t moved back, or were smart enough to kick the bombs back. She still had her guns, but as soon as she fired at one pony, the others would take her out,

Several explosions went off, followed by many pings of shrapnel. Nagi had learned the hard way that explosives alone were never enough. They can get the job done, but in the wasteland if you're not going for overkill, you're just asking for some mutant or ghoul to eat you.

After a long moment, no more gunshots were going off, which was good. Or so she hoped. After another long moment the smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the carnage.

The gange was all fucked up, some missing limbs, one missing part of their head, and Nagi was sure they were all dead. Pipe bombs were no joke after all.

Then she heard a whimper.

Trotting out with her shotgun at the ready, Nagi took a look around, and found the bitch. The mare that led the group had been closer to Nagi, and far enough away from the bombs to not get killed. But the mare's back legs had chewed up by the shrapnel, and blood was seeping from her ears.

“Well look at that, Bitch, ya didn’t see that coming.” Nagi said, only to realize that the mare was likely deaf now, which was going to make it more difficult to get any information out of her. “Fuck it, I’ll need to fix this bitch up before I brake her again.”

Nagi knew that the same thoughts were probably going through the bitches mind as had with Nagi just a while ago. That the worst possible thing was to be caught by a mare who had ill intentions, and Nagi knew she wasn’t any different. After all, she didn’t know this mare, and she came to harm her family. So fuck her!

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Dragging the bitch back to her secret base was a pain in the flank, but there was no way Nagi was taking her home. Though her neighbors understood the nature of her business, most didn't have the stomach for the dirty end of it. Most of them just wanted to live peacefully, and away from the violence of this business.

A few of her neighbors did help her in the Gunpowder business here and there, delivering it to other small communities who need to protect themselves. But because her biggest buyer was Redeye, they understandably stayed away from all that.

Though with what Nagi had in mind for the bitch, she didn't want anypony else around to see it.

“Formare, all systems green, work on time.” a mining protecta-pony spoke to Nagi.

“Good, return to work, and send Sleek over for testing,” Nagi told the robot.

Her hidden base was a fully automated sulfur mine, where she produced her gunpowder. A fluke of luck on her part, finding the half collapsed mine while scavenging. She was planning to sell everything inside, but when she saw all the robot parts and the automatic robot maintenance room, she knew she had hit gold.

Nagi had always loved messing with robots, so she had put her heart and soul into getting the maintenance room back online. After over a year, she had succeeded, and from there she just had to feed the room functional robot parts. It wasn't all that easy, but once the first robot was up and running, it sped things up real fast.

Sometimes, Nagi would dress up as the Mechanist from those old comics, and pretend to be a hero of justice, though only privately. Heros die in the wasteland, and a dead hero can't protect her sister.

Turning her attention to the bitch, Nagi had her properly bound up in a stockade, with her head and front hooves properly secured. She’d had asked herself why she kept a stockade, but now she was glad she did. So Nagi took off the gag, and said, “Nice isn't it?”

“When I get free, boss Crocodile Tears will fuck you raw! Everypony will get a taste of you!” She spat out.

Nagi had given the bitch a healing potion for her legs and ears since she had plenty to spare, but was regretting it now. The bitch was loud and so confident she was going to get away, yelling threats from murder to rape at Nagi.

“Listen here. I'll spare your life if you tell me where your gang is hiding. I don't like most of the caps I give to my community going to you gangers, so that you can buy whores.” Nagi told the bitch.

She just laughed. “Let me go and I'll think about it. And which community is it, I'll be sure to tell the boss to mark it off the list.”

This was expected, but she had ways around such stubborn ponies. With a kick, Nagi knocked out a tooth. “Tell me! I know it was your gang that burnt down the settlement of Bridge Pass! And why? They were paying your damn protection fee!”

The bitch smiled with her bloodied mouth. “Who knows, not like you care. You're one of Redeye's lackeys afterall. Only a matter of time before Redeye took over Brigade Pass and inslaved the ponies there. You can say we did them a favor, a quick death of fire over the slow death of working in Fillydelphia.”

Nagi kicked her again. “Where is the Gators base you bitch!” She again demanded.

Spitting out some blood, the bitch kept on smiling. ”Have you checked up your cunt, I heard it's quite big and empty. I bet the entire gange can fit up there.”

This wasn't getting her anywhere, a ganger like her is too use to violence for such torture work. “Fine, I don't have all day, so let's do this the fun way.”

Several hoofsteps came their way, lighter than the over robots, but too heavy to be a normal pony. Looking over was Sleek, a robot with a somewhat thinner build than her others. Also unlike the other robots, Nagi had to rebuild this one by hoof, as it didn't have any standard parts, so the maintenance room wouldn't work on it.

Nagi had a strong suspicion that it was Zebra tech, but had no way to confirm this suspicion.

The advantage to building it entirely from hoof was that she could add modifications to it. Such as an energy weapon on its head, the ability to play the radio, and a dick.

Nagi had been drunk when she gave the robot a dick, very, very drunk. She didn't even like dick, as far as she knew, so she never even tested it out. Which was a shame, as the dick was partly made from her favorite dildo. Because of this, she never brought Sleek out, in fear of some pony finding out. She was also sure she gave Sleek venus root infused lubricant for the dicks simulated cum, which was very illegal everywhere. Like, shot on sight if caught with Vvnus root anything, despite it being the world's best aphrodisiac and sensation enhancer. Something somthing, addictive sex slave maker shit.

The bitch was confused as she looked at the robot. “The fuck kind of tin can is that?”

“The fun kind.” Nagi told her before clapping. “Sleek, dick out!”

Bitches eyes went wide as she saw the sizable dildo flop out from my robot. “You sick and twisted mare.” She said in shock. “I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya everything, just keep robo slut away from me!”

Nagi rolled her eyes. There was no guarantee that the bitch was telling the truth, and it would take too much time to confirm any of it. No, this bitch needed to sing, and not be even able to think about lying.

Anyways, once the Gator Gangers catches wind that she got the upper hoof on their thugs, they will be on alert for her. Last thing Nagi needed was to get ambushed while taking a shit, or then tracking Nagi to her home or this base.

So Nagi watched as Sleek trotted behind the bitch, her pleading turning into vile cursing. Nothing Nagi hadn't heard before, and it wasn’t like she had any sympathy for her.

“You disgusting, dirty cunt! Faggot bitch! Redeye whore! When I get out of this I'll- ahhh!” The bitches eyes went even wider as Sleek's silicone dick entered her, the mare letting out a moan filled scream. “F… fucking, ahhh, whore!” She breathed out, still trying to insult Nagi.

As Sleeked thrused, the bitch would begin to drool, she would say less and less as she moaned more and more. Fluids would even leak from her cunt as her hips quivered and drool seeped from her mouth. The robot's relentless thrusting was too much for the bitch, and her eyes rolled back letting out a long lustful moan. The aphrodisiac likely helped too.

Watching it, Nagi couldn’t help but rub herself, a pinch of regret in not testing Sleek first, but only a pinch. Sleek was clearly going too fast and too hard, and Nagi, despite how much fun the bitch was having, she rather not be in her position. Unfortunately, using her own hooves wasn’t enough, and after watching Sleek do it's work, she was too horny to not get any satisfaction.

. . .

It annoyingly took more time then she like to get Sleek to stop, the robot likely would have fuck the bitch to death if Nagi hadn't stopped it. But now the bitch was splayed out on Nagis mattress, tied down and with her eyes hazy. The effects of the venus root were still in full effect, and the horny bitch had a wet spot under her. Not that Nagi minded too much, as she didn't sleep here.

Climbing onto the bitch, Nagi had to admit that despite the scars, she wasn't that bad looking. It was also clear she had a hard life. Her cunt had a scar, which likely ment raiders had their way with her at some point, and a branding on her flank ment she had been a slave once. But Nagi had no room for sympathy, this bitch came after her, and her gang was shaking down her home for caps.

Rubbing her cunt against the bitches own, the mare let out a moan. “Y.. yes... please… more.”

The bitch was completely out of it, making this all too easy. “Then tell me where your base is, where do the Gator Gangers hide?” Nagie grinded a little to help motivate her.

After some heavy breathing, the bitch told Nagi. “Nere the… old highway bridge, east of Bridge Pass! Hidden mine behind a rotting shak.” She moaned as Nagi rewarded her with a bit of grinding.

“Tell me more, tell me everything!” Nagi demanded

“It's t… trapped. Secret entrance on th… the other side of th… hill.” she blurted out.

The more the bitch spilled the more Nagi rubbed up on her, and the more she rubbed, the better she felt. Nagi knew it was the venus root making her hornyer and more sensitive, and she liked it. But she also knew that if she was ever to test Sleek herself, she was going to need to recalibrate it and change out the lubricant.

Last thing she needed was to turn herself into some cock hungry whore like the bitch had become.

Eventually even Nagi had a hard time thinking, but she wasn’t worried, the bitch was tied down after all. Anyways, the bitch had so much venus root in her that she'd be a bitch in heat for days. So Nagi continues to rub cunts, letting her own lust overtake her.

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“Alright, here is your order.” Nagi told her contact with the Redeye slavers as one of her robots hauled several barrels of the powder over.

The slaver smiled, her damaged mouth showing several gold teeth. “It's good doing business with you again, Nagi. Finding a reliable source of gunpowder has been increasingly difficult lately with the slaver families acting up. I don't know why Redeye keeps them around.” she said with a sigh.

Nagi didn't know much about the inner workings of Fillydelphia, but she knew enough that she didn't want any part of the brahminshit that gose on there.

The Slaver then eyed the bitch, a curious expression from under her hood. “And who's this, you normally work alone?”

“One of the Gator Gangers. They tried to ambush me a few days ago.” I explained. “They've been running a protection racket in my area, telling ponies their protection them from Redeye. A bunch of fucking hypocrites, the lot of them. Maybe you can make some use of her, it would be a shame to just kill the bitch?”

The slaver nodded. “I see. Redeye can always use more workers.” She then removed her hood, revealing her half burnt off face. The other half was that of a beautiful mare, and she could have been Nagi’s type, sadly enough. “If you can share any information on the Gator Gang, I'll make sure those bastards pay for what they did to us, Nagi.”

She had also been from the same settlement Nagi was from, and was a victim of the Gator Gangers. Ironically enough, it was Redeye's army that saved her, and gave her freedom. A few years ago she and Nagi bumped into each other, and had a bittersweet reunion.

“She didn't talk, Noon.” Nagi lied. “But as soon as I learn more, I'll tell you.” She lied again.

Nagi wanted them to pay, but she wanted to do it herself. Nopony else needed to bloody their hooves on this.

“Then next time.” Noon told Nagi as she dropped a box that rattled with caps and bullets, then hugged Nagi, making sure to only show her good side. “Please stay safe out there.”

Nagi chuckled as she embraced the hug. “You too.”

As the slavers left, taking with them the barrels of gunpowder and a new slave, Nagi sat there, plotting on what to do next.

Ch 11, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 6.

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The journey out of the valley was long, and rather lonely for Flask, but over the last few years she had gained some strength, and had little trouble pulling her small wagon. And eventually she was back in familiar lands. The ghoul's old metro tunnel had to be close by, and with it the glowing mushrooms.

It hadn't taken her long, once she knew exactly where she was, finding the entrance was easy. Unfortunately over the years, new ponies had taken residence, abd at the entrance was several scavengers.

The ponies were sickly thin, and clearly didn't wash often. Then again, Flask was sure she was starting to smell as well, which bothered her gratelu.

As Flask approached, the scavengers eyed her with suspension. "Oh nice wagon ya got there." A scavenger mare croaked out.

"Thanks, it's made from the Rippers old camp" Fask said, which got a knowing nodd from the s avengers.

"Been some time since those Raiders been a problem." Anther scavenger said, then smiled with a half full yellow smile. "Ya got anything to trade?"

Flask pulled out a few potions. "I got several cures for what might ill ya. And If ya got glowing mushrooms, I can make ya some rad-away potions. For a price."

"I reckon that's why you're here. Sorry to say, the mushrooms are all gone. Sadly all we have is some junk." One of the scavengers said as they opened a box.

Junk was indeed inside. Useful junk, but junk all the same. Then her eyes fell on something out of place, a Stable 69 canteen. Exils like her never were given much, so it meant an expedition force could have left. But why was it here she wondered.

Then she thought that if the glowing mushrooms

"Where did you get this?" Flask asked as she lifted the canteen.

"How about a wank and I tell ya?" The scavenger asked.

But then the scavenger mare slapped her partner. "Ignore him. If ya trade for it, then we tell ya, and maybe some about those mushrooms."

After some hanging, Flask had the Stable 69 canteen, and several empty Sparkle-Cola bottles.

"Alright, there's a Talon base not far from here, only been around for a little over a year, so mostly younger pussy cocks. Anyways, they're sitting on a lot of good shit which is good for trade." The scavenger mare then leaned in. "Amongst it were some Stable pony shit. Not sure, but hear a group of them passed through acting all high and mighty. Making demands and shit. Well the lot of them get killed, and all their shit is claimed by the Talons, including all the stuff they were grabbing."

The other scavenger then laughed. "Well not all got up and killed. There's that pretty mare ya can pay to fuck."

The scavenger mare then slapped him again. "Not that anypony can afford her. Ya cunt." She then turned back to Flask. "Not sure of the story, but she's property of the Talos, something to do with em saving her life. I think she makes em the heling potions, so their keen on not letting her leave."

With the info, Flask and the scavengers parted ways. Though Flask was not exited in meeting a fellow Stable 69 pony, the pony might know were to find the ingredients she needs.

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Flask had actually never seen a Talon before, and upon entering the encampment, she realized that they weren't just mercenaries, but griffin mercenaries. Though not as big as Ghost is, the big cat birds irradiated power and danger. Heavy plated armor, and big guns, she was sure that any of them could have taken out the Rippers easily.

"State your business!" A Talon hen demanded as she held a shotgun at Flask.

"Alchemist! I… l make potions! Heard you have a Stable 69 pony here? Though I could talk and trade." Flask told the griffin.

She scratched her beek, looking unsure, but then shrugged. "Fuck it, not my damn business. She's in the bunker with the captain, doing… work." The hen grumbled the last part. "Go fucking bother them pony."

Flask watched as the griffin flew off and joined several others. None of them looked like they were happy to see Flask, but had no interest in getting in the way.

Shrugging, Flask trotted over to a small concrete bunker, which was decorated in black an white Talon flags. So unhooking herself from the cart, Flask entered.

Her nose was then hit by the smell of lab concoctions, burning wood, and… sex.

Unfazed, Flask trotted over to a bed where a mare and Griffin were currently fucking, but then she froze in shock.

A blindfolded Bunsen let out a moan as Harris pushed his way into her with his spine cock. With a thrust she shivered and drooled as she was pumped full of his see.

Flask had hoped this was at the end, as she had so many questions, but seeing her, Harris winked. "Look, we have an audience." He said as he pulled Bunsen back, and let he cock poke out of her thighs. The mare's teats were swollen, and her barral was slightly bloated, being a clear sign of pregnancy. "Give our guest a show, will you."

"Yes master!" Bunsen said with a giggle.

All Flask could do was sigh as her sister began playing with the griffin cock. Using her teats to stroke his cock, milk began to leak from them as though they were sexualy fluids lubricating the spined cock. And when Harris pinched Bunsen's pierced nipples, the milk sprayed over their bed.

"Hurt me more bird daddy!" Bunsen moaned out as she orgasimed. "Breed me like your bitch!"

With a grunt, Harris ejaculated, it flying from him and landing near Flask's hooves, who didn't even flinch, just stood there in dumb struck disbelief.

Seeing Flask still there, Harris then grinned. "Oh, not phased, maybe you should join us then."

His face then clenched in pain as magic wrapped around his balls, Bunsen using her magic to squeeze his most sensitive part as she whispered. "You're mine! Only mine."

Somehow the griffin became harder as Bunsen squeezed down harder, turning his cock a darker shade as she played with it more. It twiched from the attention, but released no ejaculate, looking ready to explode.

"Say it!" Bunsen demanded.

Harris groaned as he said, "I… I'm y… yours."

"Louder!" The mare further demanded, squeeze his balls harder, still preventing him from cumming.

"I'm yours!" Harris practically shouted.

Flask then sighed. "Bunsen, why the fuck are you doing out here?"

Busen froze, her magical hold releasing, and like an orgasmic explosion, Harris'es ejaculation shot out, hitting an unflinching Flask in the face.

Tearing off her blindfold, Bunsen teared up before launching herself at Flask, uncaring about the body fluids covering her.

"Flask! It's you, really you!" She began to cry as she held her older sister. "Oh fuck, your alive, thank Celestia!"

Flask hugged her sister back, uncaring about how sticky she was. "It's okay, just let it all out."

The grinned got up, but before he could say a word, Flask glared at him, which he understood as a sign to shut up and let them have this moment.

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After getting cleaned up, both Flask and Bunsen got to talking. First about small things, such as the stable, then to why Bunsen was outside. From what she was told, the stable needed to restock on supplies, and sent out an expedition team, where they scavenged the land.

"Well we followed some zomponie who seemed to know a lot about acano chemistry, but that was a mistake. Turns out he wanted to sell us off, the fucker. Most of us managed to get away, but we were scattered, and I got shot. If Harris didn't pick me up I would never have made it."

"Ya, sounds similar to my situation, though we were backstabbed." The gears in Flask head got moving. "Say, did that ghoul ever say who it was?

Bunsen shook her head. "He didn't, but some pony working with him called him Copper."

That got Flask to grind her teeth. "That's the one, so the fucker still up to his old tricks! Do you know where he went, anything "

The younger mare became uncomfortable, but awncered. "There's a slaver base several days away from here, but I advised not going there. Best just to stay here."

"Don't you want revenge too, Bunsen?" Flask asked her

But Bunsen shook her head. "Actually I'm fine here. Despite the difficulties, I'm actually treated quite well, here… and well." She placed a hoof on her stomach.

Flask was avoiding the subject, but she had to ask. "Is the griffin the father?"

She nodded, looking a bit ashamed. "I know it's wrong, a pony and non-pony, but I-"

Flask shoved her hoof into Bunsen's muzzle. "Ya, shut up. I'm the last pony to get bent out of shape over that shit. Actually I'm only back here to both find supplies for rad-away potions, and to find the father of my daughter."

Bunsen's eyes lit up as she pushed the hoof away. "Really! Who, no what's the father? Is it a griffin too?"

"Ghoul." Flask admitted, causing Bunsen to freeze in shock. "I also have twins from a hybrid monster, best to not ask, but all three of my babies are quite adorable." She then, with a determined stare, looked her sister in the eyes. "So I need you to tell me everything about that Slaver base."

12, Gunpowder Blues, Part 2

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For Nagi, the best part about being a bat pony was flying at night, the worst part was having to hide that she was a bat pony. Being a rare breed made her a big target for slavers, but that was the same for pegasus, so she wasn't bitching much about it. Anyways, the advantages really did outway that mess.

Though it had taken her some time to find the Gator Gangers base, she had done it by air under the cover of night, so she was sure nopony saw her. After that it was just a bit of observation and planning, before returning at the right time in the morning.

Her objective was simply, plant explosives inside their base, and level it on top of them. And she had everything she needed to get the job done. The ponies killed the other day provided her with a disguise, and she already had a shit ton of explosives. And now she just needed to sneak in and plant the bombs.

Her disguise unfortunately had that unwashed stench to it, and was a bit tight at the back end. But it wasn't her fault her hips and tits were a bit big, so she just had to make do. At least one of the gangers had an old gas mask, though moldy, it would help hide her face. so long as she didn't get too close to any of the gangers, she was going to be just fine.

Eventually her moment arrived, and several of the Gator Gangers trotted out along with their boss, Crocodile Tears. The stallion wasn't that impressive looking for a pony, but he clearly commanded authority over the others. Nagi also became quite annoyed looking at him, as his personal guard were clearly all mares, and were in some rather seductive looking armor.

She bet he was fucking them, as she would too if given the opportunity.

Clearing her head, Nagi waited for Crocodile to leave, knowing he would be out all day to collect his protection money. As it turned out, due to the disappearance of his lead enforcer, the dick had to go out and do it himself.

Dust rose as they galloped off and Nagi made her move. Quietly flying to the back entrance, it was clearly not set up with flyers in mind, but did have a guard above it. She'd wanted to do this at night, but didn't like the idea of sneaking in when all the gangers were home. Best to slip in when only a small token force were here.

Fortunately the ganger on guard duty wasn't the most attentive, or decent. Actually, Nagi was rather disgusted as she saw the stallion vigrously masterbating over an overly yellow Wingboner Magazine. So quietly, Nagi snuck in.

It didn't take an expert for Nagi to understand what this place was, as she'd seen it plenty of times. It was an old world shelter, made by hoof, by ponies who couldn't afford a stable, or any professional help. She was actually surprised that this place was even still standing.

Of which she was going to destroy.

The first explosive went near the back entrance, snuggled on one of the support beams, and the trigger added to the bomb. Her tinkering with robotics let Nagi make a remote trigger, which she was grateful for, as her only other option was a timebomb.

The main problem was where the other three bombs were going. Near the front entrance was an obvious choice, and fortunately wasn't very guarded from the inside. There were a few ponies, but they were busy with a game of cards.

“Hay, where's the generator, I gotta drop some shit off?” Nagi said in her best stallion voice.

One ganger grunted, and the other pointed to a door covered in red paint. “Lay off the dash… ehhh… whatever, it's over dat a way. And bring back some beer, my buzz is… is wearn off.”

Nagi shrugged, and trotted off. If she did find any beer, she was keeping it for herself.

Finding the generator, a large metal thing that ran on a lot of spark batteries, Nagi placed the third bomb where it would do the most damage. Even if this place wasn't completely destroyed, she'd make sure it was unlivable for other ponies.

“Now where to put bomb four?” Nagi asked herself. “Maybe nere the center?”

Looking around, Nagi did find one guarded door, with two ponies sitting right in front of it. She figured it was the loot room, as prisoners were commonly kept where they can be watched. Unfortunately, even trying to get at that room would be suicidal, so she moved on.

There was another room, less guarded, but with signs all over of “do not touch!”

The one guard, a stallion with a timberwolf skull on his head, eyed Nagi. “Business?”

Clearing her throat, she spoke up. “J… just dropping off some shit!”

She couldn't see his entire expression, but she knew he was smirking. “Alright, but be quick about it.

Suppressing a sigh of relief, Nagi trotted inside, finding herself in a very clean, and very tacky looking room. There was no doubt about it, this was Crocodile Tears's room. The perfect place to plant a fuck you.

Nagi's ears twitched as she heard humming, very feminine humming. Drawn to an adjacent room, Nagi peeked through the crack of a door to just see what was inside. There she saw a Zebra mare, brushing her mane and humming to herself. From her position, Nagi could see the mares face in a mirror, and… she was fucking beautiful. Just something about the mare made Nagi's heart thumb, and she just couldn't look away.

That was until she was grabbed by the scruff of her neck and pulled away. “Oy, no ogling the bosses mare!” the helmet Ganger grumbled before putting Nagi down.

Well, Nagi knew why that mare was here now, but now her cover was at risk of getting blown. “S… sorry, got lost. Because I’m new and all. And whos that, shes real-”

“Fucking realy, another greeny!” the stallion complained. “Ya, Dats the bosses gal, Zaylee and if Crocodile Tears catches ya here, hes going to make an example out of you’z.”

“R.. right, then I’ll get back to work.” Nagi quickly said to the ganger.

“And where would that be? Got more shit to drop off?” He asked the disguised Nagi.

Nervously, Nagi thought quickly, hoping her bluff would work. “I umm… no, I was told to clean the armor after dropping the shit off.”

The stallion chewed on my wire for a moment, looking unsure. “Right, we've been asking da boss for a pony to clean our shit. Let me show ya.”

Nagi just needed to keep bluffing her way through this, and she'll be home free… that was what she kept telling herself as she looked at a pile of very dirty laundry.

“Start with this pile here, the shit got shit on it and well… shit. We tried to keep using it, but even we got limits.” The helmed stallion told her.

Nagi just nodded as she looked around. Several of the gangers were here, some washing themselves with dirty water, one giving her a good view of his sheath. Refocusing on the pile, she let out a gulp.

“Oh, and you should wash your shit too. Ya smell like death.” The helmed stallion told her.

Panic shot through Nagi, “oh, no, I'll do that later!” She protested.

But again he picked her up, and unceremoniously peeled her disguise like a yucca fruit skin.

The room fell silent as she felt eyes on her, and the stallion gently put her down. “Ahhh… I can… explain.”

The helmed ganger smirked at Nagi. “I see, so the boss left ya here with us didn’t he?”

Unable to think of anything else, she awkwardly said, “ya..?”

Another stallion whistled loudly. “Fucking finally, da boss been hording all the whores!”

Another laughed. “I can’t remember the last time we got a mare for ourselves.”

This was bad, and Nagi knew it,but there was still a chance. “Hay um… I’d love to help ya all out and all, but the boss really want me to-”

The helmed stallion crouched close to her, his breath on her ear. “Oh darling, ya better play along, because I know you aren't one of us. So just tell them yes, you're here to suck their cocks, and I’ll let you finish what you started.”

Her heart stopped for a moment, caught dead to rights, and there was no way out. She's always known this was going to happen one day, even had a nightmare once, and considered acting it out at that high end brothel between Filly and Friendship city. But Nagi always did her best to avoid it; from sneaking past raiders as a filly, to finding enough scrap for food so that she didn’t have to whore herself out like so many other mares.

At least there weren't any other mares with them, but then again, that might make this even worse. If she tyed to run, they will gange rape her right here and now, likely lock her in a room to do it again tomorrow and until she was dead. But if she played along, she may yet still get out.

Nagi nodded. “Y… ya, that’s m… me, I’ll be su… sucking your cocks.” She could already feel the bile rise up her throat, but managed to keep it down. Sitting down, Nagi took a deep breath and sighed. “Alright, who's first?”

A chear came from the group of gangers as they lined up, a few already getting erect.

“I clam dibs as the second in command of you retards.” The Helmed stallion said as he stood over Nagi, propping himself up as his dick was shoved into her face. “Now get to work cleaning, If you do a good job, I’ll give ya a reward later.”

Gulping with dread, Nagi then began licking it, tasting the foal thing. She was now glad she hadden eaten in a long while as she began to gag, but slapping her own thigh, she managed to regain control of herself, and continued the deed. As she tasted the salty thing, she wondered why any mare would even do this?

But she continued.

Eventually the cock itself was in her mouth, and though disgusted by it, Nagi was also getting use to it. Then he thrusted, and Nagi almost lost it as he went down her throat. She couldn't breath as she struggled, then it pulsed, and she felt a sickly warmth ener her.

Finaly let free from his cock, Nagi immediately threw up, spilling bile and a white sticky fluid out onto the ground. “Th… the fuck!”

The helmed stallion chuckled at her. “Not bad, not bad at all.” He then turned to the others, some of which were masterbating, and a few already Having climaxes from watching. It was then Nagi realized how she had been sitting, the helmed stallion havingnerly pushed her onto her back, and now her cunt was on display.

She quickly covered herself, but they had already seen everything, and were licking their lips with hunger.

“Alright, go have fun, I'll get ta others. Oh, and no hitting ta whore, her cunt is mine, and I like a pretty face.” The helmed stallion told the others.

Nagi quickly found herself, the smell of stallion musk nearly overwhelming.

“He said her cunt was his… but what about her ass?” One asked.

Nagi glared at the stallion. “Fucking no way!” She then saw the look on their faces, and saw that they weren't going to listen. So she took a deep breath and sighed. “Fine… just… let me have some med-x first.”

A cheer erupted as the gang bange began, and all Nagi could do was let it happen. The medication helped taker her out of it, letting her suck, rub and get assfucked without too much issues. It also helped that the helmed stallion was bigger then the others, so taking the loads wasn't as hard as the first time.

As it went on, more gangers joined in, and Nagi became a receptacle for their pent up stress as they covered her in it. But to her relief, the gangers began to slow down, and even gave her a rest, though she didn't have much energy left.

Nagi then felt something up on her back end, pressing on her cunt “Hay, that’s not part of the deal!” she shouted with a raspy voice. Only to see the helmed stallion mounting her.

“I did say I'll reward you if you did a good job.” He said as his cock slowly pressed into her wet cunt.

“But… the deal.” She repeated.

“Then pray I don't alter the deal further.” He said as he thrusted into her cunt.

Pleasure and shame rippled through her body as Nagi felt herself lose something important, and hated herself that her own body was accepting of it. The smell, the taste, the feel, it was drowning her mind, and now that a stallion was entering her properly, it was just all too much and her mind went blank as she let out a moan of pleasure.

Violently, the stallion thrusted into Nagi, causing her body to ripple with each thrust. It hurt, but it also felt good. Then warmth, warmth filled her, and that felt even better. Nagi couldn’t think of why it felt good, or if it was actually good. She just wanted more, to be filled with more.

Filled with new energy, Nagi saw several stallions get up to rejoin, and she was their cumdump until they were satisftyed. She knew this was all wrong, but right now she felt too good to care, even as the helmed stallion unloaded into her, she couldn't think why that was so bad.

……

Having lost track of time and passed out, Nagi found herself in a dirty bead, laying next to the helmed stallion, and… clean?

“Ya did a damn fine job!” He said as he sat up, releasing a still hard dick. “Knocked the crew out cold. But they hadden been laid for a long time, so dat wasn't hard to do.”

Nagi's body twitched, both out of fear and lust. “S… so I can go?”

He smirked. “Not yet, now ass up whore!”

She froze for a moment, but then sighed as she complied. Nagi was still outmatched here, and didn't want to pisshim off. “But why let me go?” She then stupidly asked.

“Cuss Crocodile Tears is a little cunt!” He grumbled as he thrusted into Nagi. “Nothing like his dad, and it's time I left.”

Nagi let out a moan, finding the stallion far more gentle this time. “bur… ahhh… why this?”

He gave one hard thrust, causing Nagis front legs to fall underher. “Needed a distraction, something to get those loyal goons away from the loot. And your flank was just too fine to pass up.” He then let out a grunt, and Nagi felt his warm seed fill her again. “For a job well done, you get the pleasure of bearing my foal!”

She gritted her teeth, realizing that was a distinct possibility.

“Oh don't be that way, you can always join my new crew, ya make an excellent comfort mare.” He told her as he pushed all the way in, pumping Nagi with all he had left.

“I'm not some whore!” She tried to growl out, but ended up moaning in the end.

Letting her go, Nagi poped free from his cock, and as she struggled to get up, the helmped stallion pulled her to him, lifting his helmet and giving her a kiss. Nagi hated it, but she couldn’t help but see him as considerably handsome.

“Well, you will always be my whore to me.” He said with a chuckle. “But I guess this is the last we'll meet, so whatever.” he pointed to the ground where her bag and explosives were. “Oh, and if ya want to do the most damage, one of the big support beams is in Zaylee's room. Fuck, take the bitch too, it piss off Crocodile Tears that his favorite bitch got snatched away. I'd take her for myself, but I need to move quickly if I want to keep the loot.” Picking up too large saddlebags, he trotted to the door. “And if we ever meet again, we'll bang okay.”

He was gone before Nagi could throw anything at him. She wanted to curl up and cry, feeling used in many ways, and utterly violated. But she couldn’t, there was no time. She didn't know how long she had been out or even how long she'd been having sex, just that she'd been here longer then she'd had planned.

If the other ganggers wake up, they'll want more of her. No way she was getting into another gangbang if she could help it.

Cleaning herself up, and throwing on some ratty clothes, Nagi grabbed her bag and galloped off. Her legs were sore, her main sticky, and the taste in her mouth was foul, but she didn't have time to think, only to get the job done.

Fortunately, as the helmed stallion had said, everypony was elsewhere, likely asleep after having unloaded into her, so nopony was going to stop her.

Nagi stumbled, the helmed stallion's words resonating in her ear. Maybe she was lucky, and it was a safe day? But Nagi couldn’t for the life of her remember her safe day, she never tracked it because she never planned on fucking a stallion before.

Shaking her head, and clearing her mind, Nagi trotted into Crocodile Tears room, and to the room of that mare.

It was dimly lit, which wasn't a problem for the bat pony, her eyes quickly adjusting to the dark. And there it was, a big fat wooden support beam. It was old, and had mold on it, but still very sturdy. That would soon change. Picking a weak spot, Nagi planted the bomb, and setting it to the right frequency.

Now she just needed to get out and blow this joint.

“Hello?” A mare asked. “Who are you?”

Turning to look at the Zebras, Nagis heart went Thump again. “I'm… uh… Right, I'm here to rescue you, ya, get ya out here.”

Zaylee looked unsure, “but Crocodile will hurt… everypony if I leave.”

That only made Nagi hate Crocodile even more. “Well I'm also here to stop Crocodile.” Nagi said as she tapped the bomb. “Also why you really need to come with me, as this place is about to explode.”

Turning on a lamp and seeing the bomb, Zaylee's eyes opened wide. “Oh, I see. Then I should get my… oh right… then let's go.”

Nagi could see a look of determination in Zaylee's eyes, which she could empathize with. She didn't know what this mare had been through, but she was sure that Zaylee had the will to survive. “Just follow me!”

The two then made their way out, Nagi grabbing a few valuables along the way. But annoyingly, the gagger base was built like a maze, and it took finding a pipe system for Nagi to get back on track.

“You!” A voice called out, and Nagi felt a pit at the bottom of her stomach. Turning, she could see several ponies standing at the end of a hallway, all fortunately in the opposite direction she was heading. But one of them was the smarmy jackass Crocodile Tears. “Oh, I know you, Nagi the gunpowder merchant, why are you… ya bitch!”

He saw Zaylee, she saw him, and Nagi pulled out her detonator, which everypony saw. “Hay Crocodile! You didn't think you could just pick up where your father left off and not pay the price!” Nagi yelled. “The Gator Ganggers should have stayed dead, and this time I'm making sure of it!”

*Click*

Nagi didn't like the idea of detonating the bombs while still inside the base, but Crocodile wasn't going to let her just run outside. Fortunately she had each bomb on different frequencies just in case this happened. So as everything shook, the pinies with Crocodile began to panic.

“Run” Nagi told Zaylee, and the two made their way to the back entrance as the Gator Ganggers stumbled about in confusion, Crocodile himself running for the front entrance.

*Click*

Nagi had no plans on letting Crocodile escape, and so when the bombs were at the front. No way out except at the back, for now.

Natural light could be seen, and soon Nagi found herself blinded as they exited the dingy base. It wasn't that bad, as the everlasting cloud cover dimmed the sun, but her eyes were still sensitive. And as her eyes adapted to the light, she looked back for one last…

*Click*

The back entrance, with a loud boom, blasted out a ton of dust before collapsing in on itself. Not just the back entrance, but several columns of smoke billowing out of the hill like a celebration of the end to scum. With this the Gator Ganggers were no more. Crocodile Tears had to be dead or dieing, and Nagi hoped the Helmed stallion was in there too.

“Is it over?” Zaylee ashed, the poor mare was out of breath, but unharmed.

Nagi nodded. “That should be the end of them.”

“Thank you, a hundred times thank you!” Zaylee tears welling up in her eyes. “I thought I'd be Crocodiles concubine forever. Again, thank you.”

“Don't sweat it.” Nagi told her, patting the mare on the shoulder. “Here, let me take you home, and you can cook me dinner, how does that sound?”

Zaylee's expression changed from gratefulness to that of sorrow. “I… wish I could. But Crocodile burnt down my home and… killed my parents.”

Nagi felt guilty now, but she also could empathize with her. Crocodile's father had done the same to Nagi after all. “Here, why don't you come with me, my sister is actually a really good cook, and loves guests.”

The Zebra mare looked at Nagi, hope in her eyes. “Are…. Are you sure?”

Rolling her eyes, Nagi slapped Zaylee on the back. “Of course! But just to warn you, we might need to share a bed.”

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Fallout Equestria: Not so Free Love

by Dice Warwick

Ch1, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 1.

Ch. 2, Nopony Rides for Free.

Ch 3, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 2.

Ch 4, Ruffled Feathers.

Ch 5, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 3.

Ch 6, Heavy Metal Maiden.

Ch 7, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 4.

Ch 8, Of Love and Loathing.

Ch 9, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 5.

Ch 10, Gunpowder Blues, Part 1

Ch 11, Flask Shaker's depraved journey, Part 6.

12, Gunpowder Blues, Part 2