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Miden cursed a bit, slumping against the wall and getting a Stimpak out. He had narrowly avoided getting his face gnawed off by feral ghouls through ducking into a decrepit old diner. He had gotten seriously wounded, though, but luckily Stimpaks still worked on hybrids like him. 
To put it simply, Miden was not a pony. He actually had no clue what he was. His mom had been a pony, but he was some sort of mutated hybrid. He assumed he was half radstag or something, since he had antlers growing from his head, a head which also resembled that of a deer. As for the rest of his body, he was still unsure. He had a pony-like body and horn, and a deer-like head and antlers, but he also had a long tail with a tuft of fur at the end of it (maybe he was part brahmin as well?), and large, stump-ish front and back hooves which almost looked like they belonged to an elephant or a rhino. Miden suspected this was just mutation due to radiation. His odd body certainly didn’t help him in life, though. Every settlement he would come across would either deny him access, or try to shoot him down. Thus, he had to live alone in the open Equestria wasteland, fighting to survive with everyone else, and against most everyone else. 


“F- Fuck... I need to get more of those..” Miden said weakly as he finished using the Stimpak, tossing the empty syringe aside and closing his saddlebag, catching his breath a bit. 
He had to use his magic to hold mostly everything, including guns, as his hooves were too large to use conventional pony guns. Luckily, he had gotten the chance to read a magic book from pre-war times, learning a levitation spell. It was pretty weak, and using magic used up a good amount of his energy, but it got the job done.
        The hybrid stood up, listening at the door for any signs of the feral ghouls, or any other enemies. Hearing nothing, he slowly opened the door, peeking around to make sure he was safe. He then exited the diner, sighing as he looked at the sky, seeing that it was still rather early in the morning. He needed to find a caravan and stock up. The traders never really cared what he looked like as long as he had caps to spend, something he was very grateful for. Miden walked down the street, making sure to stay alert. Everything seemed calm, but, in this kind of environment, one could never be too sure. He put his map away and started walking again, talking out a piece of baked bloatfly, needing to satisfy his hunger. From behind him, however, came a screech-like noise. Miden turned quickly, dropping his food and pulling out his 10mm pistol, seeing the ferals galloping towards him at full sprint. He started shooting, managing to kill them rather easily, though they had gotten uncomfortably close. After calming down, he went over and searched through their pockets, taking whatever valuables they had been carrying and putting them in his saddlebag, looking to sell them later.
Hours passed and he finally got to a nice area with a good amount of dead trees and bushes. He checked his map, seeing he was in what once was a place called Whitetail Woods. He wondered what this place must’ve looked like with leaves on all of the trees and bushes and birds chirping overhead. Although the past of the world intrigued him and he liked finding out what things were like before everything went to hell, he could never afford getting enveloped in history, as he still had to worry about the present. Putting down his map and looking around, Miden decided to rest here, plan some stuff out, reload his guns. He set his saddlebag down and sat against a tree. Picking his map back up, he started planning out where to head tomorrow. He had marked most of the trade routes down so he mostly followed those. It seemed that the hybrid was near one, so he planned to start following it in hopes of running into some traders that he could do some business with. Feeling hungry again, he fished around in his bag and got out some mutfruit and started eating, making sure to look around every once and a while. 
A couple minutes later, he heard something going through the dead foliage a little ways away. Getting his magic ready to grab his gun with, he slowly peeked up over the nearby bushes, looking to see what was making noise. It was a radstag doe. Sighing in relief, he sat back down and continued to eat. Then, in the distance, he heard a loud roar. Even from far away it was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He knew that roar, as he had heard it once before. Slowly peering back over the bushes, he confirmed his assumption. A ways away in the woods, there was a deathclaw. It seemed to be hunting a herd of radstag. The beast was tearing through them. Miden knew he couldn’t stay here for much longer with that thing in the vicinity, so he started packing his food and map away into his saddlebag. Another roar, louder this time. He quickly folded up his map and started to put his reloaded guns into the bag with it, keeping his pistol out. 
There was a sudden commotion in the bushes near him and the radstag doe that he had seen earlier lept out of the bushes, speeding away from the dead forest. As he got his saddlebag on, he heard fast, heavy footsteps and immediately knew why the doe was running. The deathclaw burst out of the bushes, sending twigs and sticks everywhere, chasing after her. Miden barely resisted the urge to yelp in surprise and quickly hid behind the tree he had rested by. The deathclaw swiped at the doe, but she was jumping around too much for him to hit her. He roared at her as she escaped, then turned around. Miden stood behind the tree, waiting, hoping the monster would just return to the other radstag corpses and not even notice he was here. However, that just wouldn’t be the case. He heard the beast sniff, then sniff again, his heavy footsteps starting to near the tree. The hybrid knew that he had to act now or never. He leapt out from behind the tree, pointing his gun at the creature and starting to shoot. The deathclaw flinched back a bit, but Miden had might as well just been throwing toothpicks at it real hard. Knowing he couldn’t do anything else, the hybrid turned and ran as fast as he could into the woods. He heard trees get knocked out of the way, wood splintering and cracking, as the monster pursued him. 
Miden ran as fast as his legs could take him. He dropped his gun at some point, but he couldn’t worry about that right now. The deathclaw was still behind him, growling as he ran after him. Miden whimpered a bit as he ran, his legs aching and nearly out of breath, forcing himself to keep going. He yelped as he suddenly felt himself get yanked into the air. The creature had caught him, holding him tightly with a claw, his arms pinned to his sides. 


“Help, HELP!!!” Miden called as he struggled desperately, but it was no use. 


Weakly opening his eyes, he saw the deathclaw holding him up, his other arm raising back, ready to slash him open. He closed his eyes tightly, knowing there was nothing he could do, and waited for the inevitable end of his life. He continued to wait. Nothing happened. He then heard the beast start sniffing. He slowly opened his eyes to see what was happening, his heart racing and his breathing quick. For some reason, he wasn’t dead, and the deathclaw was sniffing him. Miden squirmed a bit and the claw holding him tightened its grip and the beast let out a warning growl, the hybrid knowing that that wasn’t something he should try again. The monster went back to sniffing him, bringing him closer. He cowered and closed his eyes again, feeling himself get slowly turned over, now upside down, the creature continuing to sniff. Miden had no clue what the deathclaw was doing and why he wasn’t sliced into bits yet. He was turned back over, then the beast started to move, holding him in a claw as he made his way through the dead forest. 
After a few minutes, the monster arrived at a nest area surrounded by some relatively tall cliffs. There were large eggs and a lot of dead animals amidst the branches and sticks that made up the nest. Miden assumed that this was the deathclaw’s nest, though he hadn’t known that they made nests, or laid eggs. The hybrid wondered if he was going to end up like those animals scattered around the nest. The deathclaw went over to one of the cliff faces and sat down against it, holding Miden upright, but facing away from him. The hybrid was about to look back when he suddenly felt something: the deathclaw’s long tongue, shoving right up his tailhole. Miden yelped at the intrusion, grimacing in pain as the beast’s long tongue snaked around a bit up his ass. Thankfully, it pulled out, but then the creature started lowering him. Whimpering a bit, he looked back, and soon saw why. The monster’s huge, long member was standing erect from his genital slit. The slightly tapered shaft was ribbed with a pointed head and a large knot at the base, pre already leaking from the pisshole. 
Panicking, Miden struggled a bit, but the deathclaw growled and gripped him tighter. He let out a whine as he felt the huge shaft poking at his tailhole, wanting to squirm as hard as he could to get away from it but not wanting to make the deathclaw angry. The shaft prodded his hole a bit before the creature started slowly lowering him. He groaned weakly as he felt the beast’s cock start to spread his ass open. Luckily, the deathclaw’s tongue had lubed his hole up, or else this would have been much more painful than it already was. His weak yelps seemed to help, though, because the creature started lowering him a lot slower, the head of its cock soon entirely in his hole. He continued to be pulled down, though, the monster seemingly intent on getting his rod fully up the hybrid’s tailhole. Miden, panting and closing his eyes, whining weakly, didn’t think that would be physically possible. The deathclaw seemed to think so, however, and continued to lower him, almost seven inches of what must’ve been a fifteen or sixteen inch cock up his ass. Surprisingly, the pain was starting to recede, slowly fading away as his hole got used to the huge insertion. Another minute passed, and Miden let out a grunt as he felt his rear touching the large knot. The deathclaw paused there with a low, pleasured growl for a few seconds, then started lifting the hybrid up. Once only the head was left in, he was pulled down again, faster this time. Miden grunted weakly, breathing heavily as he felt his ass against the knot again. The deathclaw started to move him up and down faster, getting a rhythm going. About two minutes into that, Miden realised that his cock was starting to slowly emerge from his sheath as he was thrusted up and down on the deathclaw’s shaft. There was no denying it: he was starting to feel pleasure from the situation. He groaned weakly, blushing in embarrassment at this discovery, the initial pain soon nonexistent. Every time he was pulled down, his cock got harder, and the urge to moan got stronger. The deathclaw began moving him faster, and his long, thin cock was fully hard at this point, bobbing in time with the movements. He started getting moved faster, groaning as the huge cock thrusted in and out of his tight ass, the ribs rubbing against his prostate. Each pull up now brought him to the tip of the shaft, and each pull down brought him to the knot, more pre leaking from the hybrid’s shaft. A low growl started emanating from the deathclaw’s throat and the pull downs got more and more forceful, the knot slamming against his ass harder and harder. In his newfound lust, a tiny thought went through his head that he wouldn’t be able to take the knot. The deathclaw didn’t seem to be having any of those thoughts though, pulling him down hard with each thrust. Finally, the beast pulled him down, pushing on his body hard, the knot ramming against his hole for a few seconds before, with a sharp pain, it popped in. The deathclaw let out a deafening roar as it came hard. The beast’s cum was incredibly thick and very warm, a huge load filling his hole and going into his stomach with only the first shot. The second shot filled and started bloating his belly, and the sensation was enough to push Miden over the edge. He moaned loudly and came as well, firing off his comparatively tiny load all over the ground. The roaring and growling creature was nowhere near done, though, and pumped him with a third, fourth, and fifth shot. After nine shots of thick, hot seed, his orgasm finally ended, Miden’s stomach huge with cum. The deathclaw rested back against the cave wall, breathing heavily. Miden panted as he rested against the beast’s stomach, his body limp, still tied to the huge cock. Exhausted, he closed his eyes and passed out.