Fallout Equestria: Wedgies in the Wasteland

Daisy breeze adjusted the glasses on her muzzle while she waited for her newly assigned partner to show up. She looked down at the letter in her hoof and decided to read it one more time.

It read,

Dear Daisy Breeze, 

Under orders of the South Western Regional Division Command of the 54th Brigade 3rd Battalion Engineer Corps you are hereby assigned to the 2nd/123rd Purge Company under special orders as an additional attachment asset. You will be assigned one special operations ally from the local Talon Mercenary outfit who will deliver the rest of your intended orders and assist you on your mission.  You both will meet at the main gates of Shattered Hoof's merchant hub at the break of dawn on the fifteenth of his month. Fight in the name of the Lightbringer. May she grant you victory on your mission.

Respectfully,

Summer Raze
LTC, MI
Central Command Office


 Daisy brought her eyes up of the paper and looked around again. She'd been waiting at the merchant hub for almost an hour now and her patience was starting to wear thin. She'd received the notice by mail courier on the first of the month which gave her enough reasonable time to get her things ready and to make travel arrangements for her to move into her new unit. She assumed the notice must have been sent to her partner around the same time so why wasn't he here already? 

"Ugh where is this guy?! He should have been here by now, I've been waiting for over an hour!" Daisy groaned into her hoof as it slowly slid down her cheek. She caught a reflection of herself in a nearby piece of half broken glass propped up against one of the small merchant shacks. She could see from her reflection that her mechanic outfit was in need of a good scrubbing and made a mental note to get her clothes washed whenever the opportunity arose. She wore a white t-shirt tucked into a pair of orange engineer pants complete with a yellow utility belt with several tan pouches. Her pants were loose and baggy with several faded oil stains on them along with an assortment of pockets and velcro straps. She looked away from the mirror as she remembered where she was and who she was waiting for. A griffon was a big deal. She wouldn't want to be caught off guard by her new partner. That would give off the wrong impression.

Luckily for her, she wouldn't be waiting for much longer as luck would have it. However, she was a bit surprised when she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to find herself face to face with a female griffon.

Gwen wasn't exactly looking forward to this assignment. Not only was she stuck working with a frigging pony, but she was so...
so common! Tech ponies were a dime a dozen these days it seemed, and most of them couldn't make anything worthwhile that lasted more than a few days before busting down from daily wear and tear.

Not only that, but she wasn't just any griffon; she was the niece of Gawdina Griffon herself! The undisputed leader of the twelve various Talon Mercenary outfits which stretched across the wasteland. And as such, she was used to conditions far better than the mere commonfolk of the wasteland. So of course, she couldn't help but cringe inwardly as she saw the pony's grubby looking outfit. On the other hand, her own was quite nice and had been recently cleaned; she had on a slightly worn bomber jacket over a plain grey colored top and a pair of dark-tan cargo pants on her legs, the cargo pants rested loosely just above the paws of her hindlegs. Overall she gave a very foreboding and irritated first impression. Catching the mare offguard, Greta decided to speak first.

"So, I got a wild feeling that you're this Daisy chick I'm looking for, right?"

Daisy flinched at the sudden tap and was surprised when she found herself staring into the eyes of a real life griffon. "Oh! Hi um, yes. H-here." Daisy held out her letter for the griffon to read. "Whats your name?"

The griffon reached out and took the letter, reading over its contents before looking back up, "Name's Gwen, don't forget it cause' I don't like repeating myself. You look legit, so let's get this out of the way; I'm doing this as a favor to my Aunt Gawd, not because I want to be here. This mission's real simple; we're eliminating all the threats in the surrounding area along the main supply route to the West. That means raiders, muties, ghouls, anything that could screw things up for us. And do me a favor and try not to fall behind; you screw up, I'm not risking my own ass to save you if your just going to weigh me down."

Daisy nodded with a confused squint in her eyes. "You don't believe in this cause? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to have your help, but what else would you rather be doing that's better than helping to make this world safer?

"Honestly? I'd rather be back in town messing with the new trainees frankly," she said, crossing her arms and glaring a bit. "Killing these bastards gets old after a while if you hadn't noticed. But toughening up new recruits? THAT'S what I call an entertaining day! Still, Aunt Gawd rode my ass about it being ages since I did this kinda stuff, so I told her I'd go out again just to get her to cool her old ass down."

Daisy raised a brow at that. "Wait a minute, Gawd? As in Gawdina Griffon!? Daisy gasped before smiling from cheek to cheek as she danced on all four hooves in excitement. "Oh my gosh that is soo cool! I remember the stories of how she and Littlepip first met. She's your Aunt!? Wow, I had know idea I'd be protecting royalty when I got this mission! This is totally awesome!"

"Yeah yeah; I just love it when I'm recognized for the actions of others instead of my own," she said with a roll of her eyes, "Look, all I need 'protecting' from is incompetence; show me you're at least decent at what you can supposedly do. Because like I said, you're on your own if you screw yourself. But for now, I suggest we head out so we can get a good start before today's over."

"Daisy's ears drooped at the rude and haughty attitude that Gwen was giving her. That hadn't been the response she'd expected but she hoped that maybe this was all part of the griffon's tough girl act. Still, something bothered her about the cold distance in the griffon's voice. "Gee, who took a crap in YOUR cornflakes this morning?" She asked playfully with a small smile and a hint of concern.

The griffon snorted and glared down at her, "I wouldn't crack wise, honey; I don't have a big soft spot for jokesters when I'm out in the wastes. But..." She leaned in, giving her a brief smirk as she whispered to the mare, "You give me lip like that while I'm working and I promise I'LL be the one laughing in the end. Got it?~"

"Okay...creepy." Daisy acknowledged with an uneasy step backward. "But understood. And don't worry about me. I've got enough probes, robots, and munitions to destroy anything within 400 meters of our position at any given time." Daisy tapped the bracelet on her left forehoof. It beeped twice and turned blue as an assortment of walking sentry bots and hover probes swiftly made their way to her position. Each droid was armed with various weaponry from repeating plasma rifles to small arms turrets, grenade launchers, and even miniature rocket launchers. Each one in its own right looked particularly menacing. "I don't know what kind of engineers you've been working with, but I assure you there are none like me. That's why I'M here."

Gwen couldn't help but look impressed as she watched each of the robots assemble by their owner, waiting enigmatically for commands. "Well... damn. I gotta hand it to you, those things make a pretty strong impression at first glance, but we'll see how they handle in an actual fight."

"Oh they'll handle, trust me." Daisy offered a confident smirk. "Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be; I got all my gear under here," she said, tapping her jacket; the distinct sound of jangling metal could be heard underneath it. "Got enough fire to take out a whole group of raiders on my own, so I'm set there. Now let's get going." She said as she started off down the worn road without another word.

Daisy nodded and sat back before raising a hoof to her foreleg. "Okay I'll just check out my pipbuck and...there. Our first checkpoint destination is only, um hold on a sec." She muttered as her hoof scrolled down the screen a few times to find their location on the map. Her brow furrowed slightly. "Shoot, its actually pretty far. Might take us most of the day to get there." She noted to the griffon.

Gwen groaned, "Of course it is; just my luck to be stuck with a wingless girl going somewhere nice and far... come on, let's get going so we can at least get there before sundown." She muttered with an added curse under her breath.

"No need to get your panties in a twist Gwen. You want to fly? That's cool with me."  Daisy whistled loudly and a crab looking robot walked up beside her. The large droid would've towered over her by an extra foot had she been standing up on her hind legs. It was painted a dark blue metallic hue and had red slits where one could assume its visual sensors were located. Each leg resembled that of a large reinforced shield and the sides and underbelly of the droid had mounted turrets ready to defend its master. Armed to the teeth with the proper shielding to match, this droid was definitely a re-modified ministry of awesome and ministry of wartime technology hybrid blend of technology and design. "Meet TCCC or TC for short. TCCC stands for Tactical Combat Command Center. Shes my baby." Daisy gleamed as she clambered up the side of the droid and raised a holographic monitor from the top of the robot. As she sat down, only her head could be seen from where Gwen was standing.

Gwen watched on, rather surprised as she laid eyes on the robot... had she really made that thing? If so, well... maybe she could end up being helpful after all. As long as it didn't break down or anything like that... Gwen spread her wings and leapt into the air before coming down to hover beside the mare's droid, "Okay, I'll admit it... I didn't see this coming. I just hope that it can get there in one piece."

"Not a problem." Daisy chimed as she patted the droids leg. "Alright TC, take us to our first checkpoint."

The droids massive head nodded slightly and gave an affirmative through a series of feminine sounding beeps before steadily shuffling forward. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot." Daisy quickly turned to a nearby satchel that was hanging off the droids rear leg. She opened the bag and produced a disk shaped drone. She tapped its head twice and the drone hummed as it came to life in her hooves. It hovered there only for a moment before flying a couple hundred meters into the air and circling their position. "Don't want anyone getting the drop on us now do we? C'mon admit it Gwen, you know this stuff is cool!" Daisy said with a smug grin as she laid back relaxed against the droids body as it proceeded down the trail.


Gwen sighed, looking up at the droid, "Well, yeah, guess there's no doubting you've got skill... with tech. But what if we get ambushed and you got none of this to fall back on, huh? All it takes is a strong enough EMP and this stuff is useless. I hope you at least know how to handle a firearm if you need to"


"Um, I can fire a weapon if I need to but I mean look at me. I'm an earth pony. There's a reason why the ministry mare of Wartime Technology was an earth pony. Applejack developed all those metal tin cans with side mounted auto targeting machine guns for her army. Earth ponies aren't the best shots when you gotta hold a gun in your mouth and cross your eyes when you aim." Daisy pouted as she crossed her arms and looked at the ground. "That's why I'm an engineer and not your average soldier."

"Well... guess you got a point there," she said, gaze wandering to her own clawed hands; it was easy for her to hold just about anything. Ponies were a different story, though... "Still, just saying, it would probably pay off to carry something extra, even if it's a blunt weapon. Don't want the enemy to immediately win just because you lost your tech."


"Duly noted Gwen. Although I'm hoping that if i have any tech issues out there, ill be able to count on you. I mean we ARE  a team right." There was a hint of uneasiness in the mares voice. After everything that Gwen had said up until now, Daisy couldn't say she had full confidence in the loyalty of her partner. If at all.



"Well, duh," she said with a nod. "After all, I'm not just about to let something happen to you," she assured, keeping in the air and moving with Gwen's robot as it carried her along, "Only way that'll happen is if you mess up and I'm not around. But don't count on that; I'm sticking close. Even I'm not crazy enough to go out alone in the Wastes."


Daisy looked off into the distance and sighed. "Promise me one thing Gwen. If something does happen. And I mean worst case scenario. Don't let them take me alive. They take me, you take the shot." She turned to gaze into Gwen's eyes. "Can you do that for me?"

Gwen gazed back at her, meeting Daisy's eyes with her own. After seeing just how serious she was, she gave a nod, "Yeah, I promise... if you'll do the same for me. If they get their hands on me, make sure they won't get to do anything with me."

"Right. I promise." Daisy took a deep breath before smiling again. "sorry for souring the mood. Lets move on to a happier subject shall we? Have any siblings back home?"


"Well, I got a two cousins, one older and one younger. Lemme tell ya, it can get a bit crazy when you're a middle cousin; you got both sides coming to you half the time asking for help with the other."

"That sounds like fun, are they mercenaries like you?"


"Just my older cousin; he's pretty good too, from what I've seen. He's a sniper, able to take down bastards from a few miles away easy. Younger one's still training though; says he wants to make his own weapons, too."


"Oh so your the only girl huh?" Daisy asked with a raise of her brow and a cheeky smirk.


She nodded, smirking a bit, "Yeah, but don't think it ever mattered; I've always kept up with both of them. Hell, I can outbrawl the both of them in sparring."


Daisy's smile drooped considerably. "Oh, so like the exact opposite of me and my brothers."


Gwen raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you got siblings too? Lemme guess; they made your life hell?"


Daisy rolled her eyes as she recalled an old memory. Well only if you consider being the preferred wedgie training dummy of four brothers to be hell. Then yes." Daisy shrugged. "But hey, boys will be boys right?"

"Yeah, I suppose they will... wait," Gwen stopped, looking over at Daisy and snorting a bit, "Did you just say... wedgie training dummy? Did they really force you through that kind of stuff?"

"Yeah, as the youngest of five siblings I guess I was kinda the prime target for that sort of stuff. As we got older they got more creative. They never dropped the habit unfortunately. But I mean c'mon, we're living in the apocalypse here. And with all the horrors of the wastes out there, getting your underwear yanked on doesn't really seem all that bad to me."  Daisy cut herself off and blushed as she realized that maybe she was getting just a bit too intimate with this person she'd just met only a little while ago.

"Heh, guess you make a pretty good point there; I'd rather get a wedgie than get caught by a bunch of raiders any day. Still, guess I CAN picture you getting wedgied. All those old comics I've read DO tend to show the more tech savvy folks getting their undies yanked around for fun." The griffon snickered at her own comment while sizing up the smaller mare.

"Oh hardy har har." Daisy laughed dryly, clearly unamused. "Very funny. But seriously, are there really comics like that?"

Gwen nodded with a grin, "Ohh, just one or two, and only on a single page. Still, guess that stuff went on even before the Wastes."

"Daisy chuckled as she shifted her rump on her seat adjusting a slight natural wedgie of her own. "Yeah I guess so. Who would've guessed that of all the things to survive a nuclear apocalypse, one of them would be yanking on someones undies? Go figure."

"Yeah, this world's pretty crazy I guess," the griffon said casually as she moved behind Dasiy and looked around the surrounding area for any possible hostiles, "Guess things are pretty quiet around this area."

"Yeah, the raven drone hasn't picked up on anything yet either. Ill get an alarm when we do though."

"Right; well, fingers crossed we can get there without running into any actual trouble," Gwen said as her gaze wandered over to Daisy's back before moving downward.

Daisy didn't seem to notice though as she was too focused on her datapad. "Okay so if we just follow this road we should be able to hang a right by this ridge and find our checkpoint."

Gwen knew she probably shouldn't... it wasn't exactly a great idea... but they were all alone right now, no real threats out there... and she was getting quite curious... "Heh, well, that ain't gonna be all that we should hang," she quipped as she reached her hand in suddenly, reaching into the back of Daisy's pants and feeling around, gripping the waistband of the mare's underwear and giving a surprise yank upwards!

"O-ow! Hey!" Daisy shrieked in protest as she felt her underwear flossing her cheeks once again. "Quit it will ya!"

"Heh, not a chance when I can get that kind of squeal out of you," she said with a snicker, tugging the garment at least halfway up Daisy's back.

TC almost seemed to laugh in a series of hums and beeps as Daisy struggled for control of her panties as they were lifted higher up her back. She reached back with her hooves but couldn't pry the griffons hands off her underwear. "Oh mother of mercy, please stop! Your gonna stretch these out!" She yelled out desperately.

"Heh, fine; only because it looks like you don't have a proper change of clothes," she hummed, abruptly letting go of the girl's panties which launched back into Daisy's pants with a harsh snap.

"EEEP!" Daisy yelped as she felt her underwear snap back against her rump. She slumped over a little in relief as she rubbed her backside. Her underwear displayed what looked like a math equation as it rested over her back.  Daisy disgruntily rubbed her sore backside "I mean I do but that's not the point.  What kind of griffon gives somepony a wedgie only a couple hours after meeting her anyway?!"

"I don't know... but what kind of pony goes around wearing panties that have math equations on them, huh?" She snickered, eyeing the clearly hoof-written numbers and symbols.

"Well in case you hadn't noticed. Papers quite rare these days.  And if something happens to my datapad then I need to have something to reference my notes." Daisy said matter of factly as she casually picked her wedgie with a slight cringe. "You have no idea how bad that hurt!"

She snickered a bit once more, "Hey, you're the one who picked the super stretchy pair to wear, not me. But can't say I blame ya; good underwear is hard by in the Wastes. Still, guess it makes sense to write stuff down where ya won't forget it."

Daisy rolled her eyes as she finished stuffing her panties back into her pants. "Yeah yeah, You know if you weren't tagged as a friendly on my pipbuck youd've been filled with bullet holes the instant you grabbed me. And these aren't even that stretchy!"

"Well, they seem strong enough to hold against a good yanking at least," Gwen chortled as she hovered along the path, "But hell, one wedgie ain't the end of the world. Besides, gotta find SOME way to pass the time!"

"Trust me, these babies are durable, ripping isn't really a factor. Its the expensive stylish ones that rip in one pull. Like yours probably. Speaking of. You saw my unmentionables. What are you packing under there hmm?"

Gwen snorted, "Like I'm gonna show you so willingly. Pshh, yeah right! But for the record, I DON'T do those fancy fru fru panties; I'll stick to a more standard selection, thanks. Those luxury ones are just uncomfortable..."

"Uhuh sure.." Daisy nodded with a roll of her eyes and a smirk. "Well it was worth a shot anyway. I guess I deserved that for all my talk about getting wedgies earlier."

"Well, you can't really expect me to not be curious after that," she agreed, chuckled a bit, "Besides, not like there's much else to do while we're heading there."

"I cant argue with that logic." Daisy said with a mischievous grin as she crouched down a bit and prepared herself to launch down onto the griffon just below her droid.

She seemed completely unaware of what was about to happen, flying along at an idle pace...

Then Daisy finally saw her opportunity and pounced on the unaware griffon, landing on her back and knocking her to the ground. "My turn!" Daisy chimed out as she reached into the griffons pants and reared back with the griffon's underwear in her hooves.

Gwen yelped, hitting the ground with a grunt. However, she only had enough time to look back as her undies were grabbed and yanked up nice and hard. She squeaked in discomfort, her panties on full display; well, they didn't seem to be panties so much as a pair of boyshorts, covered in traditional camouflage patterns. "Damn it, let go of those!" Gwen cried out, glaring back at the mare as she felt the fabric digging into her rear.

"Hehehe no way! Do you know how many wedgies i've gotten in my life? This time I get to give a wedgie for once!" Daisy laughed as she leaned back pulling Gwen's underwear up past her wings.  "C'mon Gwen, this is my first wedgie. Let me have this!"

Gwen cried out again, the uncomfortable feeling getting more painful, "D-Damn it... if I let you do this, y-you owe me... big time!"

"Deal!" Daisy gave a few steady  yanks to stretch out the griffon's undies. "Now lift your head back, I'm gonna try to see if I can make these go atomic!"

Gwen grumbled... but did so reluctantly, looking back once more, "If we make it through this, we don't say a word about any of this stuff, got it?"

"Not a word because nothing happened, got it! Earth pony strength don't fail me now!" Daisy shouted as she got off the griffon with underwear in hoof and circled toward the griffon's head. "Just a few! more! yanks!" Daisy yelled triumphantly as she yanked the griffons panties up to her neck accidentally dry humping the griffon's face in the process.

Gwen grunted, cheeks going red from the unintentional pelvic thrusts to her face, "Geeze girl, watch it will ya? I cut the line at freakin' grinding on my face!"

"Uh, heh, my bad!" Daisy laughed nervously as she finished up the wedgie. "And there..it.. is!" Daisy said as she pulled the camouflage panties over the griffon's head and secured the waistband over her upper beak.  "Now just let me get a good look at you. Nice undies by the way. They definitely add to the whole tough guy thing you've got going on."

Gwen tried to say something, but her speech was garbled thanks to her current position, her cheeks bright red as she felt her unmentionables digging into her crack. She just hoped that this wouldn't last too long; it was fairly painful, and she was now itching to get her hands on Daisy's own panties for revenge...

Unbeknownst to the griffon, Daisy was taking several personal pictures with her tablet. Gwen never said she COULDN'T take any pictures for herself to look at afterall! "Okay i guess that's good enough for me. One last thing though! Yoink!" Daisy said as she pantsed the griffon, getting a good look at her friends backside. "Nice rump Gwen!"

Gwen yelped in shock, blushing brightly and squirming around; this wasn't getting any better... but damn it, she was going to get this girl back good...

Daisy knew she was in for it but she was never going to get a better opportunity than this and there was no way she'd ever pass it up! "Ok Gwen I'm done now. Hey, how do those undies smell?"

The griffon wasted no time, reaching up and taking the panties off her beak, gently bringing them back down to her rear and sliding her pants back up, finally back on her paws. "Hmph, not all that bad; I put them on fresh today," she said grimly, looming over Daisy, "But I wonder if the same's true for you...?"

Daisys smile vanished as the griffon's words sent a chill down her spine. "Heh, hehe uh..." Daisy chuckled nervously as she tried to avoid eye contact with her larger counterpart. "C'mon Gwen, you know as well as I do that keeping your underwear fresh in the wasteland is like- Its like, um..." Daisy scrunched her nose as she tried to think of something. "Well its darn near impossible is what I'm getting at! I mean the poorer ponies of the wastes only get to bathe like weekly if were lucky. We cant all live in luxury you know!"

"Well, I guess that's too bad for you, then," she said, walking behind the mare and smirking now as she abruptly reached out, gripping the sides of her pants firmly with her fingers. "And now, it's my turn... yoink!" She smirked, dropping the pants to the ground with a powerful tug.

Daisys ears folded back and she squeaked as she felt her pants drop around her hooves. "H-hey! Come on!" She stuttered as she tried to cover herself with one of her hooves. "At least.. be gentle?"

"Oh, I'll be gentle." Gwen said darkly, reaching out and grabbing Daisy's waistband firmly, "As gentle as you were with me." And with that promise she spread her wings and flapped, pushing herself upward into the air, and taking the back of Daisy's panties with her!

"Oof!" Daisy grunted as she felt her intimate lady bits being reacquainted yet again with her undergarments. She blushed knowing that not only had her new friend gotten an eyeful of her delicates but now she'd been able to get a pretty good look at her without her pants on too. Daisy groaned as her hooves cupped her crotch to save what little decency she had left. This was gonna be one of THOSE friendships again, she was sure of it. "Ungh, how do i always get myself into these situations?" Daisy cursed under her breath. She kicked her legs comically in her vulnerable position as she tried to keep her undies from digging further up her plot "Cmon Gwen, you already gave me a wedgie remember?! Were ack! WERE EVEN!!"


"Hmph; if I recount correctly, I gave you a quick, simple wedgie," she pointed out, "And YOU gave me a nice atomic that lasted a few minutes, AND you pantsed me." She smirked hovering up even higher, letting gravity pull Diasy back down and stretch out her panties for her. "Now that doesn't seem very even; but don't you worry, I'll make sure that we DO get evened out." She said wickedly as she began to bounce Daisy now, letting her continue to go lower and lower towards the ground, as her underwear continued to stretch.


Daisy gasped as she leaned back and realized that her underwear was already up to her shoulders. Oh yeah, i really got carried away didnt I? Daisy thought to herself as the constant reminder of the consequences of her actions bit into her nether regions repeatedly. I really should've thought this through better, but how could i have possibly passed up such an awesome opportunity like that? Especially with that cute feathered butt and the way it- nope! Bury that thought! Daisy Breeze, you bury that thought right now! There's no way your into griffons! Maybe butts but not griffons! Snap out of it girl!. "Y-your right! I ngf! Deserve this one, dont Ow! Don't hold back until were even! I promised I'd owe Ah! Owe you one and I'm not gonna back out of my word!" Daisy squeaked  and squealed like a musical instrument as Gwen  yanked on her undies like a trained professional.

She snickered, giving her undies a few more good bounces, peering down at her, "That's more like it. But don't worry; we're almost wrapped up with this part." She began to hover back down, the undies easily stretched past Daisy's head by this point. Still, she only had a few seconds to savor having her hooves on the ground, before Gwen pushed forward with the panties, securing them to the bottom on the mare's muzzle.

Daisy knew what was coming all too well as she touched the ground. She knew nopony could resist giving the ultimate humiliation of an atomic wedgie when it was within their reach. And her stretched out undies were almost begging to be wrapped over her face at this point. Daisy grunted uncomfortably as she felt her underwear brush over her back and shoulders followed by her mane and forehead. Daisy groaned in humiliation at the thought of the fact that her most intimate article of clothing which had been covering her sweaty crotch and plot was now smearing itself all over her back and mane. She paled as she thought about how long it had been since her last bath. Surely at least a week and a half judging by the crusted layers of grime and dirt that caked her fur. Shed been wearing the same grungy undies for nearly 2 weeks now!? YUCK! Why hadn't she at least changed before the mission?! Slowly she could see the waistband of her panties beginning to obscure her vision before being yanked one last time and being fastened over her chin.

"Hmmph! Hmphmmhp!!" Daisy screamed in revulsion as she felt her grimy panties rub against her face. The smell of nearly 2 weeks of sweat and the smell of her own plot was a combination that made her want to retch in disgust. She desperately wanted out but shed made a promise and a deal was a deal so instead she just frantically danced on all fours as she waited for her griffon friend to release her from her underwear bondage. "mmmphmmphmm!!" She whimpered in a plea of desperation.

Those pleas fell over deaf ears; right now, Gwen was taking the time to snicker and laugh as she watched the poor filly bounce and dance around; it was clear the smell of her dirty undies were getting to her. But that just made it better; the pony had gotten herself in even deeper without even realizing it. She was going to let it settle, too; might as well, since the same happened to her. As she watched, she let her eyes wander south, taking a glance of Daisy's bared plot, the panties buried so deep in her it was like she had nothing her plot! And... heh, it even had an embarrassing jiggle to it!


Daisy's eyes crossed as she started to feel a bit dizzy under the reeking smell of her underwear. She blushed at how she knew how she must have looked to the female griffon right about now. But shed worry about her reputation later. She wasn't the first pony to get a wedgie in the wasteland and she knew she wouldn't be the last either. She took another step and stumbled before falling to the ground with a light thud leaving her jiggly plot cheeks in the air in quite a compromising position. "mpfmm mmpf!!"


Gwen found herself unable to resist as she stepped over to her, "Sorry Daisy; but a butt as big and shaky as yours is just begging for this now.~" She lifted her hand up high in the air, sweeping it through the air and smacking it across Daisy's bare butt, the slap echoing around them and the hit itself making her cheeks bounce happily.

"Mph!" Daisy yelped and quickly jumped back onto her hooves before standing still in utter disbelief. Did she just get spanked by another girl?! Blood started to rise to her face. This was a whole new level of embarrassment for the mare as she reached back to cover her rump from view. Was the griffon coming on to her or was it the other way around? Daisy couldn't tell but she knew one thing for sure. She was totally tapping that ass before the end of their mission!* "mphmm mph mmm?: Daisy grunted under her panty mask as she shook her plot back and forth tauntingly.

"Oh, stop that," Gwen taunted, smacking her rump once more, "I don't know what all that musk your breathing in is doing, but you're shaking your ass like you WANT me to do this." She chuckled; no way could this pony be trying to egg her on... right? She didn't ponder it, reaching out and finally taking the panties off Daisy's muzzle, allowing them to snap behind her to her backside once more.


Daisy yipped as she felt another smack to her rump and gasped as she was released from her atomic wedgie. Her face and mane were  matted down with sweat courtesy of her tanny granny panties. She collapsed on her belly and didn't even bother to pick her wedgie out of her plot as she instead took in several deep gulps of air before speaking. "Oh Celestia, that was horrible!" She said as she wafted her hoof in front of her face. "Yuck, I can still smell my ass. Oh no, its in my hair too!? GROSS! I wont be able to get this smell out for weeks!!" She complained in disgust.


"Oh relax, it's not that bad," Gwen said as she stepped up to her, "But if it really feels that bad, when we get back home I'll let you take a wash up in my personal bath." She reached out, helping the mare back onto her hooves.


"You.. you don't think it smells that bad?"  Daisy asked almost a bit shyly as she took the griffons hand and stood back up. She looked down at her underwear and sighed. "Whelp one thing is certain, I don't think i'll be wearing these bad boys anytime soon." She said as she modeled off her severely stretched underwear which seemed to parachute out of her pants. "How are yours holding up?"


"Well, they're in good enough condition they'll last the mission," she responded, shaking her rear a bit as the panties moved around in her pants. "Well... as long as they don't get stretched anymore," she added, looking to Daisy, "I think we're pretty even after that; how about we get going again, huh?"



Daisy started stuffing her undies down her pants. Before hopping back onto her droid who seemed to have enjoyed watching the show. As was evident by its cheery robotic hums of laughter. "Pervert." Daisy muttered to her mount as she sat back down. TC laughed  again before moving once again.


She couldn't help but snicker, taking to the skies and setting off with her across the wasteland once more, keeping an eye out for anything out of place.


BEEP BEEP BEEP!


Daisy looked down at her datapad and synced it with her drone. There seemed to be a cluster of life signs headed their way. That was either a good thing or a bad thing. Daisy was nearly 100 percent sure it was gonna be bad "Gwen we got something coming our way! Daisy said as she slid her hoof over her bracelet. They're about 300 meters off the road to our west, near those hills, and they're gaining ground quick!"


Daisy gave several voice commands to her droids which scurried around her position in a semi circle facing the the right side of the road. TC took up a defensive stance as Daisy studied her datapad. "200 meters and closing." 


"Got it!" The griffon was already getting herself set up, pulling out her favorite sniper rifle. Her wings slowed down, allowing her to hover in place as she peered down the scope, looking for signs of their foe, "I'm gonna need a proper direction here, Daisy; which way are they coming from?"


"150 meters...they seem to be slowing down now." Daisy commented as she maximized her view of the map. "They stopped just on the opposite crest of those to hills." She said as she pointed to a small hill about 3 o'clock  of their position and then to a significantly larger hill at their 1 o'clock. "Whatever they are, it looks like they're waiting for us."


Gwen turned herself towards the air, slowly lifting herself higher as she kept her gaze peered down the scope of her rifle to get a good look at the figures, "Oh yeah? Well then, I'll just be sure to send them a message that we know they're waiting..."

Suddenly several objects flew out from behind the first hill. They bounced and rolled in various directions before coming to a slow halt. Gwen peered over her robot. "Are they throwing rocks at us?"


Gwen stopped abruptly, looking down at the ground to see if they were actually just rocks, or something worse, "I don't know... stay on your guard down there Daisy!"


One by one each object began spewing black smoke into the air. "I have a really bad feeling about this." Daisy muttered.


Daisy's eyes burned as she struggled to view her datapad. "Gwen their  moving again, 100 meters off of our position! Switching droids to thermal optics." The droids beeped in unison before sounding a alarm as they detected multiple targets. It was over in a matter of seconds. The droids unleashed a volley of bullets into the smoke cloud ripping through metal armor and tearing through flesh. The attackers fired back but they were no match for the small army of sentry droids. They attackers screamed and cursed before being silenced by the cold calculating extermination of the sentry droids. The smoke continued to linger. Its form growing larger from the added smoke of the gunfire. Daisy couldn't see anything but she knew whatever had been in that cloud was extremely dead now.



Without warning, Daisy felt an arm wrap around her waist; it held her tightly, pulling her off her hooves and through the cloud of smoke, going in a straight line for several seconds before popping out of the smoke. Vision finally returned to Daisy as she was let down a few feet from the cloud. Her rescuer was obvious, of course; Gwen was nearby as well, bent over and coughing up a storm as she rubbed her eyes.


Daisy hunched over and coughed violently as her body tried to recover. Her eyes still stung and her lungs were starting to burn as well from all the smoke inhalation. "What a bunch of *cough* assholes! Who we're those guys?"



"N-No *cough cough* idea... but *cough* they're gone now," Gwen gasped, trying to clear her eyes as her lungs burned from the smoke. Damn, this stuff was potent. She was feeling lucky that Daisy's robots had been there; otherwise they'd be the laying in a pool of blood instead of their attackers.


Daisy double tapped her bracelet again and her droids started making they're way to their position. "Damn, that sucked. I think i need a couple more minutes to catch my breath."


"Ugh, you and me both," Gwen sighed, sitting up as her vision finally returned, "But seriously, thanks Daisy; your bots ended up saving our asses."


"That's what I'm here for." Daisy coughed out in a half smile. "I'm just glad we're almost at our first checkpoint." Daisy admitted as her droids finally emerged from the billowing smoke cloud. She slowly climbed back on her mount and took a look at her datapad. "The others are gone."


"Well, that's good," she said, getting back in the air and following on beside her, "We can have a real, proper rest once we get to our way-point."

"Now your speaking my language." Daisy smirked as she laid back on her droid. "I need to sleep so bad right now."


"I can't really blame you there," she said, gliding along above her companion as they steadily neared their location.

"Hey Gwen? Do you think we scared em off for good?"

"I... can't be sure," she said with a sigh, "I mean, maybe, or maybe these guys are crazy enough to keep coming at us for whatever reason."



Daisy just groaned, as she rubbed her temples with her hooves. "I hope its the first one." Daisy suddenly popped up. "Gwen?"


The griffon stopped, looking down at her, "What's up, Daisy?"


"Do you think that one day, we'll be able to fix all this?" Daisy asked as she gestured out towards the wasteland. "I mean, i believe in Little pip, and what were doing here but...there's just so much evil out there. How are we going to change that?"


"...how am I supposed to answer that?" Gwen asked, though her tone was more sad as she talked, "I don't know if it's even still possible with all that's happened... the only real look at proper plants I've ever had are from books, and I've never even seen the sky through those clouds... Best answer I got? Keep believing in her, because I doubt you or I got any chance of fixing this mess. Let's just focus on staying alive for now, okay?"


Daisy's ears drooped and she nodded sadly. "Yeah, i guess your right. I guess i was just...nevermind, forget it. The barn is up ahead. Look, you can just see it a couple miles down the road. She pointed out.



"Oh, yeah," she looked, seeing the building approaching in the distance. Still, she found herself curious, looking back at Daisy and asking, "But, what were you gonna say? What was on your mind?"



"Its nothing, just being sentimental."  Daisy said distantly. She seemed a lot more guarded now. Whatever she was talking about, she didn't plan on explaining. From the looks of it, she hadn't found what she was looking for in Gwen's answer. "Lets just get to the barn."


She knew prying wasn't gonna work; if anything, it would just make it harder to get an answer from the mare. So, she gave a nod, "Yeah, sure thing."