[7:43]*Fearshatter It had been a rather quick gunfight. The raider mare had been hurt pretty bad by two well placed shots and the sultry, aggressive small colt had finished preying upon the wounded mare. Shot a gun right out of her mouth and kneecapped her to the point the bone was completely wrecked. Even if she healed she'd never be able to use that leg again. She was better off having it amputated. There was a wicked grin on the armed stallion's face, his radio blaring out a cozy jazz tune that would be the last thing she ever heard. He had left his stuffed mother behind. His garand was rustling on his back, clicking and clacking. The pistol was holstered on his foreleg. He let his mother's saddlebags slide off onto the ground. There was absolute ecstasy running through his veins. "Oh I am going to enjoy teaching you your place you stupid fucking bitch. You will regret ever hurting another pony." He started to canter toward her, his eyes fluttering in exquisite mental bliss. He was in control. His dick was stirring in his loins, readying to plow into her snatch. His entire body was dirty. Some leftover blood from a recent close call. A lot of dirt. Rocks in his hair. A heavy sour scent wafting around him. He probably even had a little grease on his cock that would feel absolutely awful getting on her! Might even make her throw up. "So should I use that damaged mouth of yours or your pussy first? Probably make you suffer as much as possible really." Her jaw was completely dislocated. It'd take a thorough yank to get it back into place.

[7:48]Safety Stripes: The raider laid there in a mixture of screaming out in agony and trying to scream bloody murder at the colt. Of course with a busted up jaw she wasn't saying much at all that made any sense, though he'd understand what she was saying, typical raider garbage about how he was so dead and how she'd get him back for this, all while she was bleeding out from a few good hits and unable to run away with such a badly injured leg. Of course her pistol was gone and in a hundred pieces, leaving a mare who was pretty one long time ago at the mercy of the colt, her bloodshot red tinted eyes glaring up at him as if he was the one in the wrong here, all while she was on full display for the colt. If the colt was a bit more even he'd probably skip both options and push that dick right in to one of her 'pretty' little eyes until he fucked the life from her head, but he wasn't that evil, was he?

[7:53]*Fearshatter giggled happily, feeling her emotions spike and feeling even more in control. He had done this to her. He'd taken her down multiple pegs. But she was still so feisty! He brought his forelegs together, canting his head to the side and staring down at her as he considered what to do with her. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her mare pussy, wanting to use her hole. Of course that had probably been done before. He considered gouging out one of her eyes. Putting a bullet in her brain. But he didn't want to get blood and brain matter all over his dick. He was dirty but he wasn't that much of a mess! It wasn't a matter of morality. As far as he was concerned she had given up her right to a peaceful death. No, he just didn't want an infection. He moved up to her head and grabbed her jaw in his magic, shifting it slightly and then snapping it back into place so hard and fast she'd be unable to bite down without excruciating pain. And even if she wanted to try and chomp his dick off he could just control her mouth with his magic. Which he was as he lined up his greasy cock slit with her lips, smearing precum all over it. There was also a hint of bitter gooey smegma along the ridged crown that was being dragged along her tongue like she were a rag for wiping his dick off. Nothing more than a cum sock. He uncapped his holster and pulled out the pistol, jamming it against her face.

He whispered to her. "When I count down to zero I'm going to cum in your mouth and blow your brains out. Ten..." He wanted to feel the fear of her upcoming death. Of her incoming violation. And if she didn't he'd just mutilate her genitals and THEN use her. Make it as excruciating as possible.

[7:57]Safety Stripes: She did let out a scream out pain as he pushed her jaw back in to place, though while she couldn't use her mouth she didn't recoil from the taste of the colts dirty cock, probably because she'd had much worse much dirtier raider dick int he past, and it wasn't any surprise how dirty those stallions were, either way her tongue was warm wet and soft and her mouth was perfect for his cum even as the fear indeed did rise up in her. She was a raider but she wasn't stupid, and she looked at the gun pointing towards her trying to figure how she could get away from him as he pleased his dick with her.

[8:01]*Fearshatter's breath spasmed. "Ohhhuhuhuhuh. Oh fuck that's nice. I forgot what a living cum rag felt like. Ugh. You're so dirty though. Used by so many stallions. I wish I had a fresh virgin to sate my lusts on because Celestia's desiccated corpse knows you're not one." He continued back as if he'd never lost count. Getting down to one as he jammed the pistol against her temple, pulling it back and pushing it forward again and again, making her dizzy and see stars. Taking his anger out on her without hitting her hard enough to knock her unconscious. By the time he was done with her there'd be a divot in her skull. As he got down to zero he put the weapon right in between her eyes so she could see the trigger being pulled. "Zero." And with that the trigger depressed. But nothing happened aside from a click.

"Oh don't worry the gun didn't jam or anything. I just kept the firing pin from going off." He said it so nonchalantly, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "Unicorns really are the master race you know. Pegasi have nothing on us. And earth ponies like you? Well you're just mudsluts that should be worshipping our hooves." He smacked her across the muzzle with the gun. "WORSHIP MY COCK WITH YOUR TONGUE YOU BITCH AND I MIGHT LET YOU LIVE!" He jammed his hot ebony, slick rod right down her throat until she was easily gagging on it.

[8:04]Safety Stripes: And gag on it she did, having a concussion from the gun hitting her so many times leaving such a divot in her head, and with a cock suddenly shoved down her throat she had no option but to choke hard on the cock deep in her throat as she tried to push it out with said throat, making it feel like a massage on his dick as her tongue danced along his dirty colt dick, cleaning the long rod as she struggled under him. It was a mixture of trying to get away, and trying to please his cock enough that he wouldn't pop her in the head, and doing neither all too well, the mare dizzy already from the blood seeping from her wounds.

[8:07]*Fearshatter "Ah fuck! Celestia! Yes! Do you see what your ponies are doing down here you stupid whore?! Does this make you happy!? I hope you fucking choke on my dirty dick!" He screamed hard in rage, letting out pent up frustrations and feeling even more in control, bringing the gun around in a circle and slamming it into her other foreleg, firing it off and pounding a bullet straight through her other kneecap, using his magic to keep her jaw held open so that she wouldn't bite down in pain. "I SAID WORSHIP ME YOU STUPID BITCH! HARDER! FASTER! OR THE NEXT BULLET YOU'LL NEVER USE THAT LEG AGAIN!" He sounded so angry! So full of fury! This was the same kind of raider who'd killed his mother and she would pay for it.

[8:09]Safety Stripes: Another scream of pain around his dick only sent vibrations along his dick like the best kind of cock vibrator, the clenching of her throat mixed with the screams of her pain being almost mind numbingly good as she took every inch of his cock, forced to suck hard and swallow along that colt dick as her tongue danced along it, tears streaming down her face for the first time in a very long time, raiders having no real sense of sorrow after all.

[8:13]*Fearshatter "Oh fuck yes!" Those vibrations were bliss. "THAT'S what I'm talking about!" He felt so delightful. He started to cackle madly. "How would you feel if I made you my slave? Put you in shackles and forced you to follow me everywhere!? Use you as a rug so that I don't have to step through puddles of irradiated water? Never again would I have to worry about poisoning with you under my hooves! Constantly limping behind me, never to hold another gun again. Always knowing that if you even show the slightest intent of backstabbing me I. Will. Kill. You!" He could feel her sadness and it was RIGHT. This bitch DESERVED TO CRY. TO FEEL REMORSE. FOR WHAT SHE DID TO HIS MOTHER. Fear yanked his cock out of her mouth and brought the gun around in an arc until it came up and slammed into the underside of her jaw, making her nearly bite her tongue clean off. It would have if her teeth weren't so Celestia damned flat! It made her vision swim. She was at his mercy.

Fear grabbed her mane in his magic and with a scream of fury he pulled her up into the air before slamming her back down to the ground, tearing out a bit of her hair in the process. He pressed the muzzle against her head once more and went to her back. Lining up his veiny saliva coated member with what was essentially no more than an onahole by this point, perched on top of her. Certainly there wasn't another pony on the other side.

[8:17]Safety Stripes: She groaned out in pain as he used and abused her like she had so many others, giving her karma and justice for all the ponies she hurt by hurting her ten fold back. She was thrown down as he lined himself up to her, onahole being a great definition of how loose and sloppy the mares pussy was. Even with her unaroused he'd be able to fuck her cunt raw without any extra lube, the mares fuck tunnel used by dozens of stallions at least. Only her deepest depths in any way "tight". She screamed and cried and tried to get away from him, fear in the raiders mind and body as she was at his mercy.

[8:21]*Fearshatter was a tool of karma. He was a god! He brought justice. He might die young in the wasteland but by the grace of the two sisters he would bring down every raider he met with him. Nopony would stand against him and live to tell the tale. Even if some considered him a demon he knew in reality he was an angel. The scariest angel alive. He started to laugh harder, bellowing and attracting any radbeasts in the area. Which was his absolute intent. The louder he was the more beasts he could attract. He knew there were a couple. He just had to be fast about his using her. He would let her be eaten alive. Why waste another bullet on her when the animals could do the job for him? He started to pump into her, pummeling her apart. He could feel her clawing at the ground with what hooves worked for her. With one fell swoop his magic surged into her and the little dilation there was on her cervix was torn wide open. There was searing hot white pain the likes of which she'd never experienced before. And his ridged crown snapped into her entrance. "UNICORNS ARE MASTER RACE BITCH. WORSHIP MY COCK YOU STUPID FUCKING CONDOM!"

[8:24]Safety Stripes: The raider let out a heavy scream as her cervix was torn wide open, not meant to be opened at this time of year for very good reason. As his cock was forced in to the tighest part of her body, which to say was mind meltingly warm was an understatement, perfect for his cock to use and abuse, he'd feel something more inside. This raider bitch was pregnant with another raider in the making! It had been easy to miss her belly due to all the armor, but now he could feel she had probably just been weeks away from delivering a new raider in the wasteland! Evil ideas about removing the foal to fuck it in front of the dying mother would be easy to come to mind, to give her the most justice before her death that anypony could hope to give a raider, though what he chose to do was his own choice now as her ruined cervix gripped his cock while she screamed and struggled under him.

[8:29]*Fearshatter "Guhhhhhh... Huuhhhh... Uuhhhn. Nnh. Fuck. Hahn! Nyaah! Ahhn!" She was so warm and squishy. Absolutely delightful. And he was penetrating a part of her body very few stallions ever had. He was taking from her everything she could. What little life she had. It was a shame she didn't have more he could steal from her. There was a slight moment of clarity and he realized that stealing was wrong, but it was gone just as quick. He didn't want to steal from her anymore though. But he did want to thoroughly wreck her and make her suffer. When he felt the raider baby he went absolutely berserk though. A mixture of emotions welled inside of him. Regret at hurting her and rage at there being another raider born in the wasteland. It was a conflicting set of emotions and nothing but hot, negative agony seared across his leylines. He screamed bloody murder and slammed his pistol against her barrel, planting it right up against her womb. "THIS IS WHAT I THINK OF YOUR STUPID BABY. YOUR STUPID GIFT OF LIFE. I. HATE. IT. ALLLLLLLL!" And with that he blasted a hole right through her, a bullet going through the fetus and killing it instantly. Relief and sadness welled up inside of him all at once, exhaustion permeating him. A second later, from the huge dose of power and fluctuating emotions he felt himself orgasm, copious amounts of seed spraying from his cock slit and mixing with the fresh blood and splattering like a Pollock painting all over the dead fetus. He'd be crying to himself for the next hour about all the pain of the wasteland. About the pain he'd caused. And about how futile it all was. But for right now he could bask in this release of endorphines. Enjoy the moment while it lasted. Because Celestia knew there was nothing but suffering ahead in his future.

[8:34]Safety Stripes: The shot through her made her scream out in pain once again, not just physical, but Fear getting that emotional pain he had wanted to get out of her so badly, all while his cum filled up the ruined womb of the raider, now so much damage to her body that only the most expensive of healing potions could heal her, and that would be a waste to use it on a raider in the wasteland. She wasn't dead yet, but she wasn't long for this world as the sounds of beasts in the distance could be heard, all while she leaked cum out of the bullet hole he put in her body. Bringing wasteland justice to a mare that had hurt so many ponies. Of course he'd have to run quickly if he wanted to get away, but her saddle bags were laying just a few feet away that he could take with him if he wanted to scavenge what was now rightfully his!

[8:39]*Fearshatter ground his teeth in absolute anguish. His eyes were full of tears. The emotional release from her felt so good and so horrible at the same time. That pain. That pain was like a cocktail of bliss and misery. So much passion. He wanted to take back his recent action. He wanted to do it again. He wanted to explore both routes. The pendant around his neck jostled and glimmered. There was no taking it back now. That raider would just grow up to do more evil things. This mother wasn't salvageable. The wasteland wasn't redeemable. Fear sniffled. He was just a sad colt in a lot of pain. A broken colt in a world of problems. He ripped her cervix open again and yanked his cock out. He stared at her saddlebags. It wasn't stealing anymore if he took from a body that was going to be dead soon. He looked to her. And made a decision. "You're lucky you met me."

Instead of leaving her for dead he did the merciful thing and grabbed her head in his magic and gave a sharp turn, breaking her neck instantly.

Fear gathered up his stuff, the remaining saddlebags, and hurried off. He'd be crying for hours, especially if he found anything within the bags that had to do with baby care. That would be absolutely horrendous for him.

[8:42]Safety Stripes: Lucky for him Raiders didn't care about young, generally it was either something they removed themselves before birth, or they used them as slaves to sell to slavers for a hefty profit. He'd probably feel a little better with the contents inside, drugs, booze, a few crude letters about offers for her foal, and a bloody old picture she must have stolen from a trader as she didn't even remotely look like any of the ponies in the pictures. On top of that her saddle bags were made of pony leather. While his methods were questionable, he had infact done the right thing removing another raider from the wasteland who cared more about how much she could get for her foal, than the fact she was going to have one. The fact she was so willing to sell her unborn to the highest bidder probably a shock for a colt who had a mother who loved him with every fiber of her being.

[8:47]*Fearshatter was hiding in a nearby farmhouse when he finally chose to sit down, taking his stuff off, and cuddled with his mother, going through the saddlebags. Rifling through each personal affect. He didn't want the booze. Being inebriated messed with his sixth sense which was key to his survival. It made it blurry and the emotions and souls of other ponies mixed together into one giant amalgam depending on how much he'd had. He did consider keeping the drugs, but felt he should keep himself clean. He already had a pretty huge one-up on most of the other ponies in the wasteland and he didn't need to go under cover and slaughter ponies up close and personal. The letters about the foal made his stomach turn, and while he was glad he'd done the merciful thing and killed her instantly, he was immediately regretful that he couldn't cause her more pain by killing her foal all over again and taking that from her. Her well-being. Because that's all it was to her. Of course everypony only cared about their survival in the wasteland. Everypony but his mother. He decided to leave the saddlebags where they were, as his mother's custom made saddlebags were so much nicer, even if they were starting to become faded. He rested against the back of the wooden wall, wailing internally about the cruelty of the wasteland. While he'd met mothers before who cared not for their offspring, it was still a horrible blow every time. His hooves railed at the ground a few times as he tried to get himself in check, still sobbing uncontrollably. His radio echoing in the small chamber.

A/N: Killing these innocents to everyone with a heart would be seen as irredeemable, that's the point. To show Fear at his lowest, most cowardly, most emotionally volatile. His actions ruin who he is in the audience's eyes and that's intentional. He's not supposed to be perfect. Many people have done things they regret in their lives, things they think they should probably be stoned for. Fear will carry the burden of what he's done for the rest of his life, once he's finally aware of it (and he will become aware of it). The story is about Fear coming back from the brink to heal the wounds of the past as he tries to deal with his own. I want people to see Fear as irredeemable so there are high expectations for him. He's not meant to be immediately understood at face value, not without effort. Eventually he will probably see himself as irredeemable. But that's the point. To regret your mistakes and learn how to accept them and make up for them as best you can. Without letting them destroy you.

Fear is a hurt, desperate child in need of love and guidance, and he doesn't deal with his emotions well. The hope is that he'll grow up into something everyone can be proud of. To everyone we meet, we judge them by the first thing we know about them, and often times those who have done something wrong the first thing we learn about them is an atrocity they commit. Not about their life growing up or who they may become in the future.