Fallout Equestria: A New Hope (On Hiatus)

Chapter Eleven

"WHAT?! THE BUCK YOU MEAN I'M BANKRUPT?!" Lead was in full vampony form accosting a poor bank teller. Said teller thoroughly soiled their uniform enough to warrant it being burned. "Y...you have insufficient funds. Same with your...other accounts. All frozen." A pregnant pause, "Please don't obliterate me." Lead turns and spots a guard picking up a porn comic, something outlawed decades ago. He zooms over, "You have sullied your hooves with filthy parchments of heresy, Guards Pony. How do you plead?!" The pony was startled, "What? No-!" "TOO LATE, HERETIC!" Lead puts a bullet through the pony's head, only to find the captain reading the magazine. "YOU INSPIRE YOUR PONIES TO READ SUCH FOUL SMUT, CAPTAIN?! YOU HERETIC!" The process is repeated one final time. "Thank the goddesses it didn't come down to using the Exterminatus." Pallet and I watched the scene unfold, mouths open. Sweetie watches in curious wonder. "Pallet, is heresy what you sleep talk about doing to Sk-?" Sweetie falls asleep and Pallet whistles after releasing the filly's pressure point. "I fear no living thing, but that thing," Lead points at Pallet, "It scares me." I then trot into the room. "Woah." I look at the Guards Pony with a pool of blood around his head. I look to Lead. "Lead.. What did you do?" I ask trotting over to him. "I purged the heresy from his xenos existence, which is innately heretical to start with, thus warranting his immediate execution by order of the Ordo Hereticus, Section 666, Page 394," he replies with certainty. "For what? You didn't have to kill him." I reply. "And what are we doing at a bank anyway? I really don't think banks would matter out in the wastes." I say. "Where else am I to store my illicit, I MEAN, HONESTLY ACQUIRED FUNDS! YES! THAT IS WHAT I MEANT!" Lead laughs nervously. "Back at home." I chuckle. "Duh," I add. "Sketch. Replay that in your head and look me in the eyes and say that ONE. MORE. TIME." Lead lifts his visor, revealing eyes straight out of Hellish vampony nightmares and spooky Mormon Hell Dreams. I trot up to him looking him dead in the eyes. "I know you won't do anything. You saved my flank a while back." I say as I hug him.

"Easy on the lovey dovey. The copious amounts of nicotine, caffeine, good old Mary, and splashes of cocaine, ritalin, and various other narcotics are wearing off." He says. "Oh, hush. You know you love hugs," I laugh as I nuzzle him hissing playfully. "I'm not kidding about the first three. I'm gonna go smoke. And maybe smoke out a mare. If I can find one that won't make my dick fall off." Sweetie is awake by now, "The buck's a dick?" She asks. Lead sniffles in pride, "They grow up so fast," he smiles. "Sweetie, language!" Pallet and I scold her. She cowers. "S- sorry," she replies. "Come on, Sweetie. Range time. Grab a vest and helmet." He says. "I'm getting better! Just you wait, here-!" "Finish that sentence and so help me the married couple will be the LEAST of your worries." He growls. I chuckle, "Who's the heretic now, Lead?" Lead glares pure hatred and rage greater than that of a hundred thousand simutaneously detonated balefire warheads at me and I laugh, until Pallet's hoof connects with my crotch. Hard. I yelp and fall to the floor in pain. Even the teller winces. "Colts." Lead winces and gulps, "I fear no living thing, but that thing scares me." Lead darts out of the bank with Sweetie on his back, stopping at an open field. "Ready?" The filly nods, though Lead misses the blush adorning her face. I curl into myself whimpering. Pallet watches outside, worried. "Bucking great," she mumbles. "Ice," I say in soprano. Pallet rolls her eyes and drags me to the ice machine. "I think Sweetie likes Lead," states Pallet. "Ow, ow, ow, ow." I say as I place the ice on my balls. Not hearing what she had just said. She turns to me, and kisses my cheek. "Sorry about that." She apologizes. "Buck.." I reply. "I think you burst them," I said looking to her. "Your fine." She replies kissing my cheek again. "And then I end up never splurging again." I laugh. She giggles. "Now what was that you said earlier?" I asked. "I think Pallet likes Lead," she repeated. "Oh, that's great because...SON OF A BITCH!"

Sweetie looked up to Lead who looked down on her returning her smile. "Lead," she called. "Yes?" He replied. Sweetie blushed darkly and stood on her hind hooves as she tried to kiss his lips, but was failing. Lead chuckled, and sat on his haunches, allowing Sweetie to kiss him passionately. Lead kissed back bringing a hoof to the fillies cheek. She moans softly into the kiss and slowly slips her tongue in his mouth. His eyes widen, but he kisses back anyway sliding his tongue in her mouth exploring it. She then breaks the kiss. Lead panting softly. "W- wow.. I- I didn't know you were such a great kisser," he replied. She giggled gleefully. "Thanks." She replied blushing softly. "I love you, Lead," she states. The military pony chuckles. "I can tell," he replies. He then falls silent for a moment. Sweetie tilts her head. "What's wrong?" She asks. Lead directs his two front hooves toward his crotch area hiding it. Sweetie looks down, and grins. She gets down and waits. "N- no," he said turning away. It's like he was a colt again. Sweetie giggled, and then got an idea. "I know you want it." She said as she angled herself in front of Lead shaking her flank in front of him. Lead began to sweat. "You sure about this, Sweetie?" She nods, "I've been saving myself for you, Lead. Now are you gonna buck me until I pass out or do I need to contract STDs?" Her answer is to be pushed to the ground by a very horny, very muscular Lunar Legion officer by the name of Flying Lead. Sweetie's eyes widen as she catches a glimpse of Lead's massive cock. "That's going INSIDE ME?!" She then feels Lead ram it inside her youthful slit, claiming her virginity and beginning to mate her in one fell and swoop. Lead's husky voice sends shivers of pleasure down her spine and forces her orgasm, "Good mare. Let your stallion take care of you." Lead begins pumping his cock in and out of the former virgin with the speed of a horny rabbit, said mare experiencing pleasure overload. "Ohhhh, buck, Lead~!" moans Sweetie, being literally bucked without mercy. As Lead continues, Sweetie moans even louder, finally attracting my attention. My nose started dripping blood. Sweetie could grow used to this. Oh, most definitely. She yelps as Lead sinks his vampony fangs into her neck, blood beginning to be sucked out of her. Lead smiles, "Your blood is very citrusy and almost addicting. You are the mate I was destined for." Sweetie moans as Lead continues his uterine assault and pumps vampony venom into Sweetie's bloodstream by pure instinct. Sweetie starts to cry, but one look into Lead's loving eyes makes the tears cease and desist almost immediately. The transformation takes place, Sweetie then drinking some of Lead's blood, eyes widening, then drooping and becoming bloodshot. "Your blood tastes like," she giggles, "like weed, gunpowder, cum, and my destined mate." Lead and Sweetie share one last kiss before Lead finishes inside his mate's womb, most of it leaking out of Sweetie's now stretched out womb and pussy. Pallet and I watched the whole thing, shocked. "Isn't that illegal?" I whispered. "Yeah, but do you wanna tell him?" quipped Pallet. Sweetie and Lead return, the mare out cold, with a silly grin on her face, on Lead's back. "Wipe your nose, pervert," chides Lead as he passes us by and trots into his hotel room. I wipe my very bloody nose. I then make my way into our room holding Pallets hoof. Room 11. I levitate my good ol' 10mm out of my saddlebag and check the clip. Half full. I then take out some bullets and fill said clip placing it back into the gun, and cocking it loading one into the chamber of the firearm, placing it back in my saddlebag afterward. "They let you bring that?" She whisper shouted. I shook my head. "Snuck it in. You never know when you might need it." I replied in the same whisper as her.

"I'm pretty sure the stallion up front can take care of any raiders," Pallet replies. Lead looks to me. Still in his vampony form. I look back, and hiss playfully giggling. He chuckles, and hisses back. It was anything but playful. His eyes glowing brightly. I freeze and fall on my side like a goat. My ears folded back. "Lead!" She glares at him. He starts barking in laughter. "I'm only playing!" He replies as he falls to the floor in laughter. I however, am still scared shitless. While he continues laughing, Pallet kicks him in the balls but not as hard as she had me. Lead howls in pain as she then makes her way over to me wrapping her hooves around me running one through my mane. "Hey, honey.. It's ok," she coos. "He was only playing," she adds. I am still as frozen as a statue. She nuzzles me. I still say nothing but nuzzle back to let her know he has not killed me. "At least you're alive," she says under her breath.

The next morning, we pack up, and head out of the hotel. "So what is it we're lookin' for again, Sketch?" Lead asks. Back in his pony form. I look at him through my peripheral vision still scared to Tartarus and back from the night prior. "He's still scared of you," Pallet announces. While still walking, I check my Pipbuck. But as I lower my leg back to the ground, I notice something strange. I stop. Everypony else stops behind me. "What is it?" Pallet asks. I look back to my Pipbuck, then straight ahead. I do a double. Triple take on the object in front of me. "This doesn't seem to be on the map," I announce. I look to Pallet, and Sweetie. "You two keep watch." I say taking my 10mm out, and readying it. Lead does the same. Except with a machine gun. We cautiously walk up to the object in question, and see a large steel door with a large number 395 on it. "Another Stable?" I ask myself. The door is of course sealed. Lead makes his way over to the panel, and presses the button getting a powerful zap in response. "What the buck?!" He exclaims. "It's because you don't have a Pipbuck." I replied as I made my way over to the small panel. "Hey, you spoke." He chuckled. "Yes, I can speak, Lead. But I am still very much scared of you." I replied as I pressed the button. A rotating orange light lit up overhead along with a muffled siren. The door opening and closing procedure was always slow. That could be either good or bad. The door then began to open with a hiss and a bang. After roughly thirty seconds, Lead and I made our way into yet another Stable. Stable 395.