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Welcome to the Atomic Crew prompt fic! I'll typically write a 500-1k+ word response. These Prompts are basically all short one-shots unless they are explicitly stated to be connected to another one. After a bit, I will start adding in my own elements (if you're familiar with the Fallout Unsheltered series by TheKite, stuff like that

I have also added in chapters featuring story elements (mildly sexual content, not as much as the suggestions or the asks) These will be more in line with the story of the games/events, so I hope you enjoy!

Kinks I do not write

Watersports- just no

Snuff- Just no, I'll write stuff where they pass out, but they never kill a sexual partner (even the raiders)

Scat- Just no

Extreme Violence- I don't know why someone would be turned on by stabbing their partner or trying to kill them (I'm willing to do bondage, just not like, breaking bones or nearly killing someone)

So feel free to ask.

Current list of chatacters to ask are

Fallout 4 Sole Survivor (either Nate or Nora) and Fallout 4 characters

Fallout New Vegas Courier (Either Male or Female) and characters in the game

Fallout 76 Protagonist and Characters

You can leave suggestions for vault experiments you'd want to see/you come up with, as every few chapters, I'll write a longer chapter about the original idea Vault experiments

You can also submit your own idea for factions that make their way into the regions (Boston, Mojave and Appalachia) But I start my own region in the Midwest known as the Empty Wastes

Feel free to leave your suggestion for any original Groups/Modified existing branches of groups. (brotherhood, enclave, expeditions from the legion or NCR)

Anyways, Feel free to ask anything, and check out my other works on here. 

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Here's Chapter 1. Feel free to comment more prompts, asks, and ideas for characters/factions

LOBOTOMITE!!!

Fallout New Vegas

Characters: Courier 6 (Female), Lobotomites

Having one’s brain removed tends to result in poor effects on one’s health. While the Courier’s brain is still linked to her, the signal gets a bit fuzzy sometimes, her INT stat dropping to 1 during these moments leaving her to stagger across Big MT at the mercy of its similarly sub-brick brained inhabitants. Thankfully, they all seem just as interested in her body as she is in there’s.

Kinks: Bimbo, Dumb Brutes, Super Mutant, impregnation

6’s brain was a bit pissed. It had been placed in a body of a Robo-Brain, and lost connection to it’s actual body. As far as it knew, they were close to a place called the Cuckoo’s Nest when they lost connection. Rolling up the path, the Brain of 6 searched inside of the Nest, it was likely where her body was after all, knowing their habits of entering every random building for the promise of goodies.

The Brain froze when it spotted what was actually happening. A group of Lobotomites were gathered around something. Grunting was being heard, they were all naked. The Brain watched as she realized what was happening.

“GET AWAY FROM MY FUCKING BODY!!!!” The Brain screamed.

Her body was currently getting gangbanged by the lobotomites. She had a pair shoving their cocks in her lower holes, she was taking turns sucking two cocks and jerking off two more who were at her sides. They were just being absolutely barbaric and not caring one bit. The sound of flesh slapping was…disgusting, but…hypnotically peasant.

Watching the cocks pump in and out, her lips swallowing a cock and jerking off two more. She…she was liking this. She liked watching her body, one that had a fat, juicy ass that made most men stare, and most women feel inadequate. A set of tits that were nearly larger than her head, maybe her old body wasn’t that bad.

Oh hell, she was sexy, but…she was now in this fucking garbage can on treds. It was unfair! She wanted in the middle of all that! She wanted to know the taste of those cocks, the feeling, the warmth! This was total and complete bullshit!

Watching her fumb face looking pleased as she was fucked, everything about this situation pissed the brain off! Then stepped forward the Alpha lobotomite, a…super mutant!?

The others ran away, the large green cock nearly as big as her body’s forearm was throbbing. It grabbed her body and lifted her up, placing her in a full Nelson hold. Her body salivated and grunted, thrusting its pussy out to try and insert the cock into her. The Alpha Lobotomite pressed it’s cock against her pussy, before with a grunt, slammed it in, creating a visible bulge that outlined his cunt busting cock.

Slamming the cock into her, her body grunted, unable to form actual words. Her brain could only watch, desperately wanting to know the feeling of the big green cock violating and ruining her. 

“Fuck that slut, yes, dump your fat green seed in her and ruin her! Breed her! Then Let me take it and you can FUCK ME STUPID!!!!” Her brain cried out as she watched, the brute utterly reshape her insides on the massive fucking breeding instrument!

“Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!” Her body spoke, grunting a bit, her tongue falling out of her mouth as she was getting getting fucked.

Ring-a-ding-ding

Fallout New Vegas

Characters: Benny, Courier 6 (Female)

When Benny shot a courier in the head and buried them in a shallow grave outside of Goodsprings, he hadn’t expected to ever see her again, let alone waltzing into The Tops without so much as a pistol on her. She flirts with him so hard he nearly questions his memory, but if she’s willing to let the past be the past, he has to admit he wouldn’t mind seeing that broad’s charlies shake for him.

Kinks: Canon possible, Large breasts, titjob, kinky sex, Courier is into questionable partners

“What in the hot damn?” Benny was terrified to see that oh so familiar set of tits approach him. 

The last time he saw them, they were kneeling before a shallow grave with an 18-karot run of bad luck. 

“Well Hello handsome. Were you in such a rush you couldn’t give me your name?” She purred, stepping closer to him.

“You….making a pass as me sister? Because I’m out of your league.” Benny tried to argue.

“I might, but I bet these aren’t.” She crossed her arms, lifting up her breasts, they jiggled just a bit from the size of them, “Why don’t we discuss what’s going to happen somewhere more private. After all, you wouldn’t want to share this jackpot would you?”

Benny, against his better judgement, decided to take up the crazy bitch on her offer. 

Finding himself in his suite, the courier didn’t wait a single second before she slipped off her clothes, and sat down on the coffee table, legs spread wide, showing off she was already wet.

Benny watched as 6 crawled towards him, knelt before him and undid his belt. With some surprising speed, she removed his pants and didn’t waste time. She began to suck on Benny’s cock. Benny groaned, slowly shuffling so he was pressed against the bar in his room. After a few mi utes of sucking on his shaft, 6 pulled back the cock coming free with an audible pop.

“Hehe. Do you like my fucking titties? You want your pussycat to wrap them around your hard cock?” 6 emphasized “pussy” in a teasing tone.

“Well doll. You seem to be psychic cause you just read my mind.” Benny smirked, playing along.

6 got up on her knees a bit higher, before she squeezed her breasts together, rubbing them against Benny’s shaft, the tip poking out just enough for her tongue to tease. Benny was enjoying the crazy bitch’s titjob. Hell, if she hadn’t been carrying the chip for his plan, he would have paid a lot of caps to have this doll be at the Tops. As she worked to draw out his cum, her lips locked around the tip as she stroked his shaft.

~Slurp ~Slurp ~Slurp 

Benny was in heaven, 6 knew what she was doing, and certainly was good at it. Her tongue spun around the tip. Not long after, Benny grabbed the back of her head, getting his fingers through her hair, and she slammed his cock into her throat.

Benny groaned and released his load. Courier 6 slowly slide back, she opened her mouth, showing off his load still in her mouth, before she swallowed the load. She smiled, climbing to her feet, gripping Benny’s cock and pulling him towards the bed room.

“I hope you have more.” She suggested.

Benny was going to enjoy this crazy cat for tonight, then he’ll need to slink off to the Fort, so he can reach the Vault. New Vegas will be his in no time. 6 however, was making sure that he had a good time, before she made sure he wasn’t leaving his room, ever again.

Magnolias and Machine Guns

Fallout 4

Characters: Kleo, Magnolia, Nate (Sole Survivor)

The two “realest” women of Goodneighbor are the songbird Magnolia of the Third Rail, and Kleo who sells heavy weaponry in the market. The working girls have a mutual respect for one another and are always willing to share their favorites. The good looking man in the blue jumpsuit with the sad eyes and the “heavy weaponry” is their most recent, and the only thing better than sharing, is doing so at the same time.

Kinks: Threesome, Sultry/dirty talk, Big Cock, Hotel Room, Female Orgasms

Inside the Hotel Rexford, sneaking in, a pair of women were meeting up with a special someone. Kleo and Magnolia, two women who would rarely, if ever agreeing on anything, could agree on this. Nate, the vault dweller, was worth sharing. Entering the hotel room, they saw the Vault Dweller with his sizable ‘weapon’ contained in his jumpsuit.

“Well beauties? Shall we have some fun? Kleo, want to inspect the weapon?” Nate teased. 

Kleo walked forward, the Assaultron had accepted some modifications to her body. She was still a woman, a dangerous killing machine, but now, with each step, she had her coolant sacks jiggle on her chest, and her lubrication sacks give her a nice, plump ass. Her hands were no longer claws, they were closer to human hands now. The Assaultron unzipped the vault suit, and withdrew the weapon.

“Now this is weapon baby.” Kleo approved. 

Magnolia then let her dress drop, leaving her in only near sheer silk lingeries that didn’t even cover her intimate areas, earning a twitch of approval from the cock.

“Now, How about we have some fun baby.” Kleo suggested.

Magnolia walked over, until she was straddling the head of the Vault Dweller. He immediately got to work. His tongue would slide across the lower lips of the singer, as she slowly leaned down, giving the hard cock a slow long lick. Kleo’s hands slip from the base to the tip, gliding across the length of the shaft. The Singer would get it lubed up so that the weapons dealer could ‘appreciate the masterwork of this weapon’. Nate would be busy making the lady in red sing a different song than usual.

Once Nate had a reasonable layer of spit on the tip of his cock, Kleo mounted the man’s hips, pressing it against another special modification she had installed.

“I hope you can handle all this baby.” Kleo cooed, as she lowered herself, the head of Nate’s cock entering her artificial pussy.

Nate’s response was given by Magnolia, who almost screamed and tightened her grip on the dweller’s hair. Nate slipped his tongue into the woman and found her sweet spots quickly. Kleo, not one to be out done, dropped down lower, shaking her robotic hips side to side to get more of the big fucking cock that was between Nate’s legs.

Kleo was expecting to be the attacker, that suddenly changed as Nate thrust his hips up, pushing so much of his cock into her that her artificial pussy was being pressed to 110% capacity. Her software struggled to keep stability as Nate was aggressive in his thrusts. Magnolia and Kleo both embarrassed each other for support as their bodies wanted to give out under them from the pleasure they were both experiencing. Nate was certainly showing off his skills, Magnolia moaning turned screams devolved into profanity as Nate drove her wild. Kleo let off a moan that made it clear she was enjoying this. 

“Shit! Your gonna make me cum baby! Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming!” Magnolia cried out as came. 

Nate switched his oral assault and sucked on Magnolia’s clit, tonging and teasing her to draw out another orgasm quickly.  Magnolia’s mind was barely making a reasonable thought now as Nate brought her to a second orgasm, making her squirt as well.

Magnolia collapsed to one side, letting Nate focus on Kleo. His cock hammered away, stretching the fake pussy inside of the Assaultron’s body with every thrust. The force of each thrust sent a ripple through her lubrication sacks. It was a few minutes of hard, software busting thrusts until Nate finally reached his own limit, slamming himself to the base, and sending a warning into Kleo’s mind telling her that she was at 150% capacity in her artificial pussy.

Nate dropped his first load inside of her, and Kleo had what she would call an orgasm, even if it was only in code.

Kleo slipped off, cum leaking from her lips, as Nate was still hard, and looked over at Magnolia, who was still recovering from the mind shattering orgasm.

“Might as well go 2 for 2.” he smirked, pulling Magnolia to the edge of the bed, lining himself up to her pussy and thrusting in.

Questions

-So survivor your farms are doing great with beth working here I have wondering how you were able to Beth to work on this settlement?
(Beth: a big woman chubby futa with fat breast and a FAT cock & balls very country)

Survivor: Oh, that’s easy. Typically, I just need to make sure that she knows what to do, I give her some food, and I pay her. She gets to relax once in the morning, and once in the evening for her milkings. Traders come by and think it’s brahmin milk…Well, they aren’t always wrong.

Beth: It does keep us pretty busy, we may need to hire some more farm hands for the milkin’

In the barn, two women were stumbling out, bow legged with their stomachs bloated. Having helped milk Beth so she could focus on afternoon chores. One stumbled over to a bucket and pressed her hands on her stomach, letting Beth’s cum drain from her pussy.

-So Vault Dweller I have been wondering did you think everyone would be... Lewd when you left the vault?

Vault Dweller: Vault Tec didn’t really train us for a situation like this. They prepared us for blood thirsty raiders and monsters. Not really things like….this.

The Survivor was surrounded by rather attractive, and kind of tall women who were well endowed, and dressed in a way that barely counted as clothing. It was also very clear that there were some…unusual mutations, the cock and testicles that originated from the woman to his right was….hard and dripping a bit.

-Sup survivor hmmm looking for info... well if you’re desperate then WWOC would know but.... Oh they left oh well not my problem left before I told them.
(WWOC: wise woman of cock a group a elderly futa of station who deal information) Ps they all rather hung

Survivor: Yeah. I heard of them…They usually try and get my daughter or my sissy of a son to be the one who pays them. I know better, that’s why I had them both put in chastity belts, and only I have the key.

The survivor holds up a key, as his daughter and the femboy son sit at the table, looking at the rather plump sausage that was made, mouths watering. Due to them not being fucked the WWOCs had taken to fucking their faces until they deemed the information ‘paid for’ which was usually 2 or 3 loads from each member.

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Almost Makes You Wish For a Nuclear Winter

NCR Ranger gear can be quite heavy and sweltering in the Mojave heat. While technically against regulation, an NCR ranger takes off her armor for a few to cool off, unaware of the watching eyes leering at her. Fiends? Super Mutants? Legion? Something else? She’ll soon find out…

Ref Pic for Ranger: https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=13838515&tags=fallout+

Ranger Melody Rogers didn’t know how to feel about being sent to the Mojave. Unlike Baja, this was insufferably hot, and the wind was dry, and carried sand. Honestly getting dragged all the way here was just plain suffering. She was to be stationed near Ranger Station Alpha. She was on a solo patrol between the station and Camp Golf, mostly clearing the Lakelurks that came ashore.

Melody looked around, she was in a spot where neither Camp Golf or Station Alpha could spot her. She looked at the water in the lake, the sweltering heat was just plain unbearable. Looking around, she saw no one around.

“What the hell, why not cool off.” She slid off her duster, before undoing the armor. As the armor slipped off, it felt like she had to peel off the armor. Her breasts were covered in sweat, so much so that the bra she wore clung to her nipples. Undoing her pants and slipping them down, she really found the small bit of cloth that was over her crotch to be just as soaked.

From across the lake, a Legion scout watched through a pair of binoculars, the lone NCR ranger was….stripping. He couldn’t help but admire the well built body. The scout could feel himself becoming hard from watching the woman strip and wade into the water. Her breasts were as large as melons, she had muscle, she would make powerful children if he could capture her.

Melody floated in the water, laying back as she cooled off. She’d just rest for a few minutes, get nice and relaxed, then go back on patrol. If anyone asked, she was just admiring the view of Lake Mead on her walk. 

The Mojave sucked. It was hot. It was dry. It was rarely cloudy. And worst of all, the Legion were a bunch of fucking cowards who thought they were tough shit. She’d killed her fair share of Legionaries. They were not impressive to her. As she finally felt relaxed, Melody swam to shore and looked towards the fort.

“I hope you fuckers got a good show, that’s the closest you get to seeing me naked.” She told herself. 

Molody picked up her rifle, and took aim across the water, spotting the glint of binoculars. With a quick pull of the trigger, the Legion scout watching the lake was killed, before he even realized she shot at him. 

Melody looked down at her gear….the bra and panties, someone had stolen parts of her outfit. Not her helmet, just the chestplate and Jeans, left everything else. How had she not noticed that? “Fuck! Hanlan is going to make me do a shit ton to make up for losing that gear.” Melody Complained, as she slid the duster on, tried to close it, only to find that she couldn’t, it was too small. 

Looks like she’ll have to walk out into Camp Golf with her tits out. Patrolling the Mojave….just fucking sucked, and she would skin whoever stole her gear.

Confessions from a Pre-War Stud

Piper knows a good story when she sees one. Blue jumpsuit, clearly fresh from a vault, but with eyes that scream competence and sorrow instead of the usual shock and fear. Not to mention the big iron he’s clearly packing…

It takes some convincing (turns out the stud is a widower), but a blowjob might do him good…and after that, well, would his wife really want him to he sad?~

Publick Occurrences Front Page: https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=12714540&tags=fallout+

Piper knew that she had found a good story. A vault Dweller fresh from the vault, arriving in Diamond City. It was PERFECT. That was until the interview. The reality of his situation gave her mixed feelings.  She was hoping to sell, and well, if some old posters and books that she saved that were from before the war…SEX SOLD!

Piper opened a drawer she kept a lock on. Sliding it open, Piper looked at the clothes that she was keeping secret from Nat. She didn’t need to see her sister in these. The Red lacy Bra and the stockings, along with a Garter and some nice panties. She was supposed to meet with Blue in a bit, and she was ready for one hell of a story that would be exclusive to a few people, those willing to pay for ‘Private Occurrences’ a side business where she just copied smut from pre-war books she found, or occasionally the gossip of someone’s sexual exploits, with names changed.

She already had an idea for this one ‘The Confessions of a Pre-War Stud’ It was perfect! She heard a knock and the door opened.

“Piper? You said you wanted to talk about something?” Blue spoke loudly, not seeing Piper on the ground floor.

Piper cleared her throat from the loft and Blue’s eyes widened, and there was a tent that formed. He was certainly feeling things seeing her in this.

“Well hello there Blue. How do I look?” Piper swayed her hips side to side as she slowly made her way down the wooden steps, Blue’s eyes never coming off of her as she did. He was speechless.

“Piper, what is this?” He hesitantly questioned.

“I was hoping for a second interview. One for a more…private collection. And I am curious, how about a few questions about certain things pre-war, and I’ll make sure you are rewarded for in a different way.” Piper smirked, finding the couch and sitting down. 

She was a bit pudgy, but it was cute, she was sexy, and Blue’s body certainly agreed. Blue undid his jumpsuit, showing off a white shirt under the vaultsuit, but no underwear. His cock was big…Piper was reconsidering if she could fit that thing in her mouth. She’s certainly known worse.

Her lips wrapped around the head, gently sucking on the tip to start, she wanted to ease into this. Slowly, Piper had more of the cock slip into her mouth, she had to guess he was a good 10 inches, and was pretty thick. As she got the cock to the back of her mouth, she gagged. Piper didn’t expect for a pair of strong hands to be placed on the back of her head. Before she could pull back, she was pushed forward, and really started to choke on Blue’s ‘secret weapon’

Piper felt a bit helpless, but turned on. This would be a great article. Blue pumped his cock into her throat over and over for what felt like minutes, choking her and letting her gasp for air every few thrusts. Piper was lost track of time, when Blue pulled his cock out and blasted her face with his cum, covering her face and tits. Piper opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to catch some in her mouth. 

God…maybe she could make a series with what he could do.

Tunnel Snakes Rule!

During the fallout 3 tutorial there's a scene where you find Butch and his goons harassing Amata and literally threatening to rape her. Most players stick up for her and our heroine is no different. Only, things go south this time as the female Lone Wanderer isn't as tough as she'd like and both she and Amata are instead easily dragged off and taught a lesson by Butch's crew. Ending off with the two girls becoming little more than vault whores for the men after their GOAT somehow comes back showing that's what they're good at.

“You can’t be serious.” Amata shouted at Edwin Brotch.

Amata and her friend were standing in the classroom, arms crossed, looking angry. They both got the results from the G.O.A.T test and they were both assigned to be a new position in the Vault. ‘Vault Professional Relief Officers’. They were going to be placed near the atrium in what was being called the ‘Procreation Unit for Spontaneous Sexual Use’ the Tunnel Snakes called it the ‘Pussy Box’. 

“I’m sorry but they were submitted last night and I can’t change them now.” Edwin tried to apologize.

Two security officers walked in, grabbing the pair by the arms. Amata and her friend screamed in protest as they were dragged to the atrium and sealed in the boxes. Their vaultsuits were stripped off of them. They were both forced into a bent over position, their ankles locked into place, their hands over their heads.

“Welcome to the Procreation Unit for Spontaneous Sexual Use. You have been selected to serve the Vault and ensure the population maintains high moral through being used to relieve sexual tension.” A robotic voice stated.

“Like hell we are! Let us out!” Amata shouted.

Before long, Amata felt someone get behind her. A set of hands were touching her butt, groping her. Amata tried to kick, all she succeeded in was shaking her ass for whoever was out there. 

“Don’t touch me you creep! When my father learns about this! He will have you arrested!” Amata shouted, trying to threaten whoever it was behind her. Her friend however tensed up, back arching and began to shake slightly, moving forwards and backwards as she was apparently being used in her new position.

Amata panicked, as she felt something press on her exposed pussy.

“Don’t you d-” She never finished as she felt something being pressed inside of her. 

The stranger was rough, pushing deep and causing Amata a fair amount of pain as she was a virgin. Amata wanted to cry, but she felt…turned on. What was wrong with her? She should be hating this! Looking over at her friend, it was clear that whatever was affecting herself, was also affecting her. Her quiet cries of surprise and pain had shifted into moans. She was enjoying this?! Amata felt a haze start to form in her mind, as she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of a cock being in her pussy.

“Fuck, why does this feel good?” Amata questioned.

“That would be Vault Tec’s Patented Reproduction aiding medication that you have been breathing in. To ensure that dwellers will be able to reproduce and be comfortable at the same time.” the robotic voice answered.

Outside of the boxes, Butch, Wally and Paul at the newly installed “Pussy boxes” which now had the Overseer’s and the Doc’s bitches of daughters in them. Butch was first, and he chose to fuck the Doc’s slut of a daughter. He didn’t hesitate, he slammed his cock into the bitch’s tight cunt and was making sure he was rough. Holding onto a set of handles to support his thrusts, he wanted to make sure that he was the first one to christen the new relief station with it’s first creampie.

Wally was taking his time before he started to fuck Amata. He gave her ass a few good squeezes, finding it was a bit plumper, must be from sitting on it all day thanks to her daddy. When he pushed in, he started off slow. Taking his sweet time to speed up his thrusts.

A few more people were lining up, security, a few of the wives of the vault too. The pussy boxes would be busy for a bit it seemed.

So survivor i have been wondering about the WWOC out of those hags who's cock was the biggest you had to handle and could you handle it?

Survivor: Look….I think out of all of the 3…Ida is the biggest. That woman could probably make a Super Mutant gape with her thick cock. Ruth is definitely the longest, if it was possible, there would be a cock coming out of someone’s mouth if she goes balls deep in your ass. Then there’s Matilda. She’s in the middle of the two but she doesn’t bathe, her pack of brain dead femboy servants are basically the only thing that cleans her with their tongues. I’ve…had to fuck them all…at some point.

Ranking is Matilda is first, Ida’s in second and Ruth is third.

So Beth I know you don't mind letting your hog hanging but be honest I bet when people are talking to you there talking to your hog.

Beth: *Intensely blushes as she tries not to be embarrassed* Look, I know I’m a bit bigger than most and it a bit….awkward that when they see me, they really can’t stop looking. I think some of them are trying to figure out if it’s possible to fit in, and I think others are just…shocked to see one that big on a non-mutie. The Farmer does most of the dealings, so it’s mostly the hired hands that need to know what to do next that struggle with it at first. 

Hired hand: Oh Beth! I…I…I was…wondering if…I could help…milk the Brahmin?” 

Beth: *shifting side to side, watching the hired hand’s gaze  follow her cock* You’ll be milking all of them if you keep loligagging!” *Points to the barn* Now go get the stall ready!

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So the first OC of the Atomic Crew will be decided between two characters I have come up with (aka the first of the characters I’m making for the ask/prompts)

Option 1: Angel

Option 2: Demon

First OC will be from Fallout 76.

Name: “Angel”
Sex: Female (not a futa)

Sexual Orientation: Bi- leans more towards futas and men but is attracted to women)

Physical Appearance: A bit shorter, standing 5’6, relatively thin with a firm athletic build, and a relatively small chest. Freckles cover her cheeks and cross the bridge of her nose. She has platinum blonde hair that she keeps back in a loose ponytail.

Clothing: Typically she wears a Labcoat that she has painted a set of wings on the back of.
Her tops range from a crop top made from a vest, or a a set of sturdy combat armor that she wears under the coat.
Her pants typically are jeans with combat armor over her thighs. However, on occasion, she does switch out for leather pants.

Weapons: A long barreled Syringer Rifle with a scope, or a compact laser rifle.
S: 3 P: 6 E: 2 C: 6 I: 8 A: 6 L: 3

Faction: Responders

Backstory: Born Stacy Michels shortly after the Great War inside of Vault 76, Angel’s only real interaction was Vault Tec’s best Vault and it’s residence as they prepare for Reclamation Day. In the goat, she was assigned to help the Vault Doctor, finding out she was a great medic.

Angel was 18 when she left the Vault with many of the other residents. Quickly picking up skills, Angel saw the Wasteland and chose to try and help everyone she comes across. Learning from the responders, eventually arriving at the Whitesprings and Meeting Rucker of the Responders.

Angel got her nickname after an incident in the Ash Heap, where she rescued a group of scavengers from the scorched. This rescue event lead to her getting her “Angel wings”, as ashes got wiped on the lab coat she wore from a the scavengers embracing her, wiping ash on the back.

Angel now runs a mobile clinic that she sets up, offering medical supplies and advice for anyone. She is however awkward and noted to be Desperately single, often teaming up with people in the hopes of finding a romantic partner.

Angel however is also interested in discovering the effects of mutations, and is willing to do hands on investigation when it comes to more unique mutations. She also has a great interest in the effects of FEV on the wildlife, and people.

Fetishes: Kind of vanilla to be honest. Fairly tame, though has developed a bit of an anal fetish (both mouth to ass and receiving)

Name: Demon

Sex: Futa (full package)

Sexual Orientation: Bi-dominant (will fuck men and women, refuse to be fucked)

Physical Appearance: Buff with an attractive figure. She sports a rather prominent set of breasts and a rather athletic yet large ass that connects to a set of powerful legs. She has a few small scars that cover her arms, legs and abs. Her hair is black, and cut short on one side, and swept to other side.

Clothing: Rarely seen without her metal mask, which is rough, often painted red with blood.
Her top is a set of wrappings that she binds her chest, protected by a metal chest plate that provides minor protection to her body, which is intentional as she wishes to display her scars. She wears a pair of metal bracers that she’s attached broken knives to the back of, allowing her to ‘slice up’ people in a fight.
Her pants are a skirt, that she’s attached a few metal plates to the belt, offering some protection to her thighs. She wears boots that she bolted a metal plate to the toe of.

Weapons: Her Bladed Gauntlets “Fear and Terror”, along with a serrated machete “gutter”

S: 7 P: 3 E: 7 C: 2 I: 4 A: 7 L: 2

Faction: Raiders

Backstory: orphaned shortly after the Great War, Demon was found by the Cutthroats, having her act like a slave for their entertainment, Demon would eventually prove herself and be made into a raider, after killing one of the Cutthroats who tried to rape her when she was around 16.

Demon now leads a small group out of White Powder Winter Sports, creating a toll for any who take the road. Demon leads her gang through fear, and by making sure she fucks any who think they can take over. Often humiliating her prey.

Demon has had several bastard children, likely more as her payment comes in of of 3 forms, caps, supplies, or ass. Demon has had a few repeat visitors, enjoying the rather hung, and dominating raider boss.

Demon has a hatred of the blood eagles, the Brotherhood, and the Responders. Ultimately she hopes to find a vault and take it over,

Fetishes: BDSM, pain play, domination loss (enjoys breaking doms into subs). Pain play, rough, sexual slavery, breeding, femboy-ification, worship (receiving)

If you want to submit your own OC, here’s the template
Name:
Sex:
Sexual Orientation:
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Black Mountain Radio
Fallout New Vegas
Characters: Female Courier, Super Mutants
Hearing strange radio broadcasts from Black Mountain, the Courier travels to the station to find answers, only to be caught off guard by a super mutant’s club to the back of the head. When she wakes, she’s in the middle of a mutants on human gangbang and all her weapons are gone. It’ll be a few weeks before she can hope to escape, but will her mind still be intact by then?
Kinks: Gangbang, fucked stupid, big cocks, groping, sex slave, forced, time skip, courier develops addiction to mutant dick

The Courier was shocked as she looked around, several large green cocks at attention, surrounding her. She had come to Black Mountain to investigate the claims of a super mutant state. She confirmed it, learned it was hostile, and became determined to end the threat before I hurt any innocent towns. She made it pretty far, but now…she was in a pretty bad position.

“You suck, we fuck!” The mutant demanded grabbing her hair and pulling her to her feet, then bending her over. The mutants forced her to suck a cock that nearly dislocated her jaw just fitting it in her mouth, then it rammed into her throat.

Then from behind, her pants were ripped open and she felt an equally fat cock as the one in her mouth pressing on her lower lips. Being unable to protest, the Mutant pushed inside of her vagina. She wanted to scream but couldn’t. Every thrust was painful, she could have sworn, it was like they both here touching in the middle.

The mutants slammed into her over and over, a bulge of the cocks clear in her stomach and in her throat, ruining and stretching her holes with each thrust. Darkness slowly filled her vision as she was fucked by the pair of mutants. She didn’t black out, she wished she had as she felt both the mutants slam both of their cocks into her and filled her with their loads of cum. Her stomach bloated, looking pregnant as the first pair moved away.

-3 weeks later-

The NCR came to investigate Black Mountain, the mutant settlement was becoming dangerous. They had cleared most of the mutants, as the soldiers neared the compound, they heard a very loud whining, along with loud grunts of mutants. Turning the corner, the NCR troopers were shocked by what they saw.

A woman with a stomach round as a ball, getting her ass and pussy plowed by a pair of nightkin.

“Fuck me! Fuck me with your fat mutant cocks! I want your mutant babies!” The woman cried out as she was pounded in both of her holes.

The mutant in front leaned down and kissed her, with tongue, she tried her best but was just a moaning mess. It was…disturbing to watch in a way.

By the time the mutants realized they had an audience, they filled the woman with more of their cum. By the time the squad could reach the woman, it was clear that she had been made the muties’ fuck toy, she was oozing mutant cum with each step, or crawl was more accurate, and she pawed at the hemm of the pants of the troopers.

“Cock…Courier get cock?” she asked, like an imbecile.

ASKS

Damn survivor I'm impressed that you were able to handle such trouser snakes... No snake is too small leviathans makes more sense any your in luck a few of those hags dropped by.... Why you running?

Survivor: Look, ever since one of those raiders blabbed about seeing me with the tax dependant I have hanging between my legs, every single horny fucking raider, settler and I’m pretty sure some mutants are going after me to see it and most of them want to ride it. I am not ready for that kind of relationship.

Milf Raider 1: Come on big boy, I bet you want someone to help you clean all that meat you got up, we got plenty of lips, to keep you clean.

Milf Raider 2: Fuck keeping it clean, I want it to rearrange my guts and get me pregant!

Excuse me miss survivor did you expect this phat ass femboy raider to be packing such a massive cock and Oh raider are you planning on knocking up this vault born?

Raider: You know, I might spare you just a bit, if it means finding more sexy girls like you who like to prey on my cute gang. *smiles as he now tries out the vaultsuit, the front zipper open all the way with his cock hanging out, partially erect

Vault Dweller:

Oh miss Beth I must ask I know you mostly do a lot of stuffing but do let others get a chance at the wagon you call a ass?

“Well, there were these older ladies that came, I think they wanted to know the secret to the special milk that comes from here. Well, when they found me, they got hard quick, and well…I guess they expected me to be a quick screw. By the time they were done, I turned right around and filled them up in turn. Besides, the only one who knows how to satisfy me is the Farmer, and he isn’t sharing his secrets with anyone.”

*Shows 3 mature futas in stockades with blindfold and gags on, as they are forcefully milked from their breasts and cocks*

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Fallout New Vegas(independent ending)

Characters:Veronica, Cass , Courier 6 (male)

With the battle of hoover dam won,and order brought to the strip forcibly by the securitrons, The courier decides to celebrate with his two partners in life. Now Cassie and Veronica find themselves on stage in the vacant Brimstone club, next to a stripper pole the music and bar manned by robots and their only audience ?Their lover, and master Courier. With an entire wardrobe of slutty clothes on one side of the stage, and a table with as many pre-war sex toys the mojave could offer

the girls knew they were in for a long fun night.

Kinks: FFM threesome, master/slave dynamics, sexy outfits, stripping pole,cock worship, Cass Butt chugging alcohol , titjob, kinky sex, cowgirl,doggy, bondage?, Veronica is very flexible and squirts like a fountain, marathon sex, cuddling pile afterwards

Veronica and Cass were nervously walking out onto the stage of the Brimstone Club in the Ghammorah. When the curtains opened, they expected to see a crowd. What they saw was a single person sitting in a chair, the Courier that they traveled with. They were leaning back in their chair. 

“There’s plenty of time to show the hero of the Mojave a good time.” He stated, smiling.

Entering the back room, Veronica and Cass looked at the collection of items, sex toys, costumes, alcohol.

“Oh I have some ideas.” Cass smirked, as she picked up a leather collar and leash, along with a riding crop.

— Act 1: Cass and her Pony —

Coming onto the stage was Cass, sitting on a saddle that was laid over Veronica’s back. The scribe was crawling on her knees and elbows, a blindfold and bar gag in her mouth. She had pads on her arms and legs, as well as leather cords that held them in a flexed position Veronica was naked with the only exception being the pads and cords wrapped around her body, she even had a fake tail made from leather cords, likely a whip that was inserted handle first into her ass. Cass directed Veronica, wearing only a set of black chaps, a leather bikini, and her hat. She used the reins to direct Veronica, and a little riding crop to make her move faster.

Cass winked at the courier, making Veronica stop with a pull on the reins, before she smirked.

“You know, some say that it’s better to save the horse, and just ride the cowboy instead.” Cass teased, as she slowly slid the black leather triangles off of her breasts, slowly rubbing her hands over her breasts.

“Don’t you agree there big boy?” Cass teased, watching the Couier smirk, taking a stack of NCR bills and placing them in a jar with her name written on it.  Cass smirked as she turned Veronica so her ass was facing the Courier. She slowly pushed her head down, and Cass used the crop to strike Veronica’s ass. The scribe let out a muffled moan that escaped through the gag. Cass gripped the tail, slowly pulling out tossed her riding crop, before she used the whip with many leather cords on Veronica’s ass, leaving a webbing of red lines across the tone ass of the the brotherhood scribe.

— Act 2: Drinks in, and Squirt Out —

Veronica walked out, holding a bottle of Whiskey. Cass was sitting upside down in a chair, she had been stripped naked this time, her arms cuffed the the legs of the chair, her legs spread wide, giving a good view of her pussy. 

Veronica was wearing a very stripper-fied version of the Brotherhood scribe robes, just barely hiding her nipples, and her pussy. She however did have a vibrator that Cass held the remote to.

“Lets see who can drink more. Me by mouth, or you by ass.” Veronica teased

“You take a shot, I turn up the setting. If I let go, it stops.” Cass shared.

Veronica took the first hit, drinking from the bottle, taking two good swallows, before she lowered it, and opened her mouth, the vibrator activating inside of her. Veronica then took a small bottle of whiskey, one that you’d put in your pocket and had a good swallow of inside. She took the end off, plugging the end with her finger, before she pressed the end to Cass’s asshole, pressing it in and watched as the bottle was drained.

This repeated a few times, Veronica taking a few drinks, emptying a bottle by the 4th turn. Cass was red in the face, Veronica equally red, stumbling a bit as she struggled to keep her balance.

“Come on, is that the best you got?” Cass demanded. 

Veronica smiled, as she stumbled, moving to almost sit on Cass now, before she had her lips lock onto the caravaner’s pussy. The two women drunkenly pleasured the other. Veronica taking a bottle and pouring it over Cass’s pussy. Cass however turned up the vibrator to the highest setting. Veronica’s moan grew loud, her legs trembled, she fell back, thrusting her hips up before finally she had enough. 

Veronica seemingly had the flood gates opened between her legs, as she came, squirting all over Cass, who simply smiled, dropping the remote and letting the scribe cum her brains out.

— Act 3: 2 girls, 1 courier — 

The Courier was brought onto the stage. Cass and Veronica walked out on stage, this time both fully nude. They got on either side of the courier, Veronica leaning in to kiss Cass, and Cass, who accepted the kiss. They both however, were massaging the crotch of the courier, as they felt him grow hard at the display and feel. After a few long kisses, and confirmation that the Courier was hard as a rock, Cass undid his belt, and Veronica unbuttoned his pants. They paid of women then turned around, pressing their asses together around the shaft, slowly rubbing the hard cock between their tone cheeks.

The Courier leaned his head back, groaning as he enjoyed the sensation of the two attractive, and well built women teasing his cock. Cass’s ass was a bit softer, probably from all the time she spent at the outpost and drinking, Veronica’s was tone, firm, but there was a bit of fat there to make it soft to the touch.

The pair pulled away at the same time, making the courier look at them, only to realize what they were planning. They both pressed their chests together, sliding their breasts up and down his shaft. Cass certainly won the size contest, but Veronica wasn’t far behind, her skin was softer. They also played a little teasing game. Each time the tip poked out, pointing in their direction, they would give the tip a kiss.

The Courier loved this, and it only took a few minutes of titty fucking and the pair taking turns of sucking on his cock to draw out his load, the first of many of that night.

Close Encounters of the Thick Kind
Fallout 3
Characters: Lone Wanderer, Zetans
The mothership has abducted a new human, a fat assed femboy dressed in a vault suit who keeps babbling on about Enclaves and purified water. Ah well. Time to start the probing!
Kinks: Femboy, Anal probing, increasingly big dildos, strapped to a table, prostate orgasms, futa aliens (eventually the Zetans begin “manually probing” after they’ve gone through the biggest probes), alien x human, anal creampies

David squirmed as he looked around. He was just curious, he saw something strange in the distance, and now he’s on a table. His wide hips and bubble butt in the air. He remembered a bright light and feeling weightless. Had he been abducted by Aliens? A mechanical whirling was heard from behind him. Trying to look back, he just saw….a metal rod pointed at him slowly getting closer.

“Lu lu lu. Lu lu lu.” David sang to himself, a habit he developed in vault 101. Suddenly the probe pushed into his ass, shaking and vibrating inside. It fit in kind of snug, David’s tongue lolled out as he was anally probed by the aliens who had captured him.

The probe slowly began to pump in and out of his ass, pushing deeper, it felt like it was spinning inside of his hole. Already his rather small cock hardened.

“Fuck! You’ll ruin my Bussy. Please be gentler!” David cried out as the probe continued to press deep, almost grinding against his prostate as it worked. The probe didn’t seem to even slow, it kept going, until finally David couldn’t hold back and came, shooting a load under him, making a relatively pathetic puddle of cum under him. 

The probe slowed down and eventually stopped. As David panted, ass trembling, the probe withdrew and he let out a sigh of relief, and of pain, as his hole now gaped from the size of the probe that hat violated his ass. A new set of arms lowered themselves, each holding a paddle like object. 

Before he could question what they would do, he got his answer, as he felt a powerful strike to his plump and bouncy asscheeks. The first few strikes stung, but David loved being spanked. A short pause occurred and David saw the paddle rotate, this time the paddle had groves that formed a grid. This time the paddle struck, David let out a mix of a moan and a sob, it was painfully pleasureable, he knew he would be bruised and likely unable to sit down for a while until his ass healed from the abuse.

The paddles continued, trying various textured paddles, some wooden, some plastic, one was leather. David’s ass felt hot from all of the strikes delivered to his back side. David looked over his shoulder, finding a new probe that looked….more phallic in shape. 

It slowly approached, David felt nervous, it was larger than anything he had taken before, it would definitely be unpleasant to take up his ass.

“Now, hey! Let’s talk about this. I think this one won’t fit.” David wiggled his hips, trying to not have the probe not find his asshole.

As the probe pressed on David’s plump cheeks, it slipped, hot dogging his ass, teasing in a way. The Probe pulled back, a set of straps getting tighter, pulling him down in a way where David couldn’t move his hips now, properly trapping him in place. This probe found it’s way into David’s ass, pressing deep and making his stomach bulge from the size and depth it was pushed to.

This one however didn’t vibrate, it pumped. Sliding deep inside, then pulling back till just the end was in, before sliding back, stretching his hole wide with each thrust inside of his bussy. David was being pushed to his limit as the probe fucked his ass with some force. He was barely able to formulate a thought as he was getting his ass pumped.

David came again, and again, and again. He felt like he was drained but somehow he always had more to give as the probe utterly wrecked his asshole. David himself was dropping, eyes crossed as he was fucked. He barely even realized it when the probe was removed from his ass.

The restraints came loose, however David was sapped of any ability to move, which was fitting for his captors. They were needing to just loosen him up, for their own pleasure. The Zetan Elder, a rather plump and genetically modified Zatan entered, finding her toy ready.

She picked the human up and began by lubing up the hole a bit more, her tongue finding the hole gaping, trying to contract a bit. She didn’t care however. She planned to have this human be a body condom, let their stomach bloat from her load and she’d drop him off from whatever hole he crawled out from…probably. She’d put him back on earth at least, and then find a new fat bottomed boy to ruin, fuck and repeat.

Vault Traditions

Vault 50 has some unique traditions. Can’t expect a tin can of people to be normal after two hundred years. How this tradition arose is unclear, but these days, whenever a vault dweller comes of age, it is the duty of an older dweller to “guide” the new adult in how to carry out their “reproductive civil duty”, often very sweaty, very lengthy guidance that only stops when the teacher says. Today is a boy’s birthday, and tonight he becomes a man.

Vault MILF: https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=13439904&tags=fallout+vault_suit+

“Now, let’s start simple. Take off your vault suit and under clothing, they will just get in the way.” The aged instructor told her young pupil. She had gotten the lucky opportunity to help instruct this young boy celebrating his 18th birthday and help him become a man. 

Lacy was nearing her mid 40’s now, while young Jonathan had just turned 18 that day. Watching him slowly strip out of the Vaultsuit, Lacy did the same, taking off her vault suit and undoing the basic bra. Her breasts weren’t as perky as they used to be, she had her own children, and she made sure they were well fed. 

Jonathan was a strapping young man, rather fit, and he was nicely endowed. Lacy spread her legs apart, exposing her shaven pussy to the young virgin boy. 

“Here, come closer. Let’s start by showing you how to make sure your partner is ready.” Lacy told him. Jonathan got close, and she slowly had him kneel down.

“It is always the partner’s responsibility to make sure that when you begin reproduction services, you ensure the female partner is properly excited, this can be done through touch, or oral.” Lacy lectured, this can be shown done by exciting the erogenous zones around the female’s body, such as the inner thigh, or direct contact.” 

Jonathan began by planting kisses on Lacy’s inner thigh. She shuddered, gently guiding his head as she ran her fingers through his hair. As he began to use his tongue, having it glide over her lower lips, Lacy shuddered, enjoying the sensation of the young man’s warm tongue sliding up her lips. He reached the end and without instruction, moved his tongue over her clit, shocking Lacy as he almost instinctually knew what to do. A weak moan rose from Lacy’s throat, a sign of approval to Jonathan. 

Jonathan continued to follow the older woman’s instructions, causing her moan to grow louder with each pass of the tongue over her sex organ. Lacy’s breathe grew heavy, and Jonathan stood up, she brought him close. He was hard already.

“The best way to allow easier penetration with your partner, is with lubrication. The most accessible form of lubricant that is safe for reproduction is saliva. This can be applied either through spitting, or…through oral application.” Lacy finished explaining, before she wrapped her lips around Jonathan’s young cock. Slowly bobbing her head along the shaft.

His cock began to shine a bit with all the spit that was starting to coat the shaft. As she pulled back, a bit of spit connected her lips to tip of Jonathan’s cock. She looked at the shaft, then slowly moved onto her back.

“First, this position, Missionary, is optimal for reproduction, giving both partners a comfortable position that would allow penetration to optimal depth. Now, please, insert your penis into my vagina.” Lacy instructed. 

Jonathan got between Lacy’s legs, rubbing his spit soaked cock on her pussy, before pressing the tip of his penis inside of her. This made lacy moan quietly as she felt his cock slip past her lower lips. She slowly lifted her legs, letting them wrap around the young man’s waist.

“In this position, your female partner is able to keep their partner in position, and allow access to the breasts, face, and clear communication. Now, start slow. Thrusting into me.” Lacy instructed. 

Jonathan moved his ships slowly, getting a bit deeper with each thrust, his hands resting on her plump hips as he got used to the feeling. He slowly began to move his hips faster, getting into a rhythm. Lacy didn’t notice as he moved his hand up to her sagging breast. She gasped as she felt his fingers rub over her nipple. 

“Ah, that’s right. A woman’s nipples may be sensitive to touch, this can be both for those who are breast feeding, or for a period after an orgasm. Just, be gentle baby.” Lacy said, between moans.

Jonathan began to thrust a bit harder, his cock reaching deep inside of Lacy’s pussy, his sweet moans mixing with her own as they had sex. Lacy’s leg lock slowly got tighter, pulling Jonathan into her a bit harder with each thrust. Her arms slowly reached up and pulled him down, allowing them to kiss.

“Kissing is also important, to some, they get aroused if their partner was to kiss, or even gently bite and suck on their neck, this however should be done lower, to avoid any clear marks on the neck, as it may be embarrassing if spotted in public.” Lacy shared.

Jonathan took that information and immediately used it. He planted kisses on both sides of her neck, his hips continuing to thrust as he did so. Lacy felt in heaven, her body trembled as she felt all the pleasure building up. Jonathan then bit a little too hard, making Lacy’s moan turn to a short scream. 

“Not so hard. Just enough to gently pinch. Suckle the skin, like a straw.” Lacy told Jonathan.

The boy corrected his error, and Lacy’s moans continued. Her arms wrapped around his body, her nails gently scratching his back as she enjoyed the younger man’s sexual performance. 

“After a while, you will feel a pleasurable tension build and start to release. That is an orgasm. For men, it is part of the reproduction cycle and it is important that when you release, you are deep inside of your partner for optimal impregnation chances.” Lacy told him.

Both her own body and Jonathan’s were starting to be covered in sweat form the exercise. Jonathan’s hips began to move with a sudden burst speed. Lacy’s moans were slightly interrupted with each thrust into her body. Jonathan was likely close to cumming now. 

She should have him pull out….but she was safe. Her legs pulled him tighter and with a hard final thrust, Jonathan released his boyhood and graduated into manhood now. They both were panting, Lacy looked Jonathan in the eyes and kissed him. Jonathan kissed her back. Lacy’s legs slowly uncrossed and let him go, before he laid next to her.

“We can continue with more advanced lessons and positions at a later time. But, post reproduction activities do tend to include both parties cuddling up, and rest after the strenuous activity.” Lacy smiled, looking at Jonathan, who wrapped an arm around her, and smiled. 

She was glad she was selected to instruct this youthful young man into adulthood.

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Stacy shielded her eyes as the Vault door opened. It was bright out. It was…incredible actually. Scanning the horizon, Stacy Michels spent her whole life in the vault, and now she was outside, the air flowed through her hair. She had her C.A.M.P, she had additional stimpacks, rad-x, Rad-away, Med-x, Addictol, some extra purified water and a few foodstuffs. She of course had a pistol and a knife for her survival.

“Oh wow! This is amazing!” Stacy smiled, scanning the lush forest that lay down the path.

“Quite a sight indeed.” Pennington cheerfully stated, the Mister Handy staying outside the door.

“I didn’t see anyone else inside. Did everyone else already take off?” Stacy asked.

“Yes, they did. I am quite surprised to see you leave. But there are a pair of…unsavory looking people down the stairs. Perhaps you can talk to them about the local issues.” Pennington suggested.

Locals? LOCALS!!! There were survivors that may have been from before the war! This was exciting. Stacy rushed to look over the edge, spotting a pair standing by a sign. Rushing down the steps, Stacy smiled as she got close to the pair.

The first woman wore a flannel button up shirt that she had tied up to expose her midriff, she wore jeans that look like they’d seen better days. Her hair was a bit short, but cute. The other woman standing next to her, tanktop on with a coat, she had on a tighter pair of jeans and had a bit longer hair.

They didn’t look that much older than her, however Stacy had to guess they were maybe a few years older, but they were certainly not pre-bombs old, that or they had incredible genetics and were just younger looking.

“Woaw! We aren’t meaning anything wrong. We were just hoping to answer a question or two.” the woman stated, stepping back from Stacy in all of her excitement, she was a bit nervous at her overly excited nature.

“Sure. I can answer a few questions. Maybe you can answer a few for me as well.” Stacy smiled.

“Sure, ummm, well, You came out of that vault…of course you did, you have that blue jumpsuit. Well, I was hoping to ask, is the door still open? Is there anyone in there?” The woman asked.

“I doubted it. I didn’t see anyone when I walked around, I guess I slept in a bit, partied a bit too hard last night.” Stacy apologized.

“Damn it! We needed a way inside. We got this tip from the Wayward, they said some treasure was in there.”

“Only after you gave them all of our caps.” the first woman’s partner interjected.

Stacy immediately jumped on that point.

“Caps? Is that a new slang term for money?” Stacy quickly asked.

“Bottlecaps. Like from Nuka Cola. Started a while back. Some fancy place south of here started trading supplies for bottlecaps and it stuck. Now everyone uses caps instead of the pre-war shit on the most part. Only good that stuff is for is wiping your ass with the state of things.” The pair explained.

“Well….ummmm, I don’t have any bottlecaps. Is there anything else I could do to help you?” Stacy asked, a bit saddened by the situation, she wasn’t sure what she could do.

“It’s fine. Hopefully we can think of something. Waywards just down that way. You’ll know it by the sign.” the woman pointed down the hill.

Stacy looked at the pair, worried. She started to slowly walk down the path, now what she expected to have happened on her first day out of the vault, But…she was to prepare for the future!

Stacy kept on walking, the forest was so lush, it was like there was barely any lingering side effects from the atomic bombs. Stacy noted a small farm, it looked mostly undamaged. She spotted someone walking on the porch.

“Hello!” She cried out, waiting for a response. The person on the porch however didn’t answer back with words, but with gunfire! Stacy panicked, not expecting to be shot at, the bullets flew wide. Stacy got behind the fence, and took aim with the pistol. She fired a few shots, and waited. The person didn’t keep shooting.

‘Why would they do that?’ Stacy wondered. Slowly standing up, Stacy spotted the body on the porch. She nervously got closer, spotting…that wasn’t a person…or it was, but wasn’t now.

They looked like a burn victim with crystals growing out of them. That was….strange. She looked at it with some…fascination.

“This looks…interesting.” She muttered, before standing back up. She should continue on her way to the Wayward. Maybe they have a better understanding of what’s happening, and if this was just a once off, or a thing that happened regularly to people. If that was the case…she would need to study it.

Stacy walked back to the road, now a bit more cautious. They had been trained to fight just incase the outside world was dangerous. Stacy just didn’t know how…quickly she would have to kill someone. Stacy didn’t know what the world was like before the bombs, she just knew the Vault, and honestly, she had hopes. She didn’t know what to expect, maybe the vaults to open and the survivors rebuilding.

Well, there were survivors, maybe when she reached the Wayward, she would get more answers on the rebuilding situation. Passing a wrecked hauling truck, Sarah heard a groan. Looking around, she saw 2 figures running at her. They were…different, they looked emaciated, and had only scraps of clothes hanging from their body. They ran down hill and one leapt at her, swinging their arms as if to grab her. Stacy ran over and climbed onto the rusted log cart that was still hooked up the truck. The pair were….strange, they very much were acting more wildly, flailing and trying to grab her. Stacy climbed over a log, knocking it loose and sending it tumbling down, crushing the likely mutated humans.

“So many fascinating possibilities for mutation. I wonder how common mutations are in the area. There doesn’t seem to be that much radiation here.” Stacy voice, before she looked at the two dead things that were crushed.

Climbing down, Stacy found a silver fork, and a beer bottle. Placing them in her bag, she would find a use for them eventually. Stacy eventually found a covered bridge, and could see the signs of human resettlement. A large water purifier with rows of crops, along with cows in a pen.

Stacy walked around the corner, finding a path. Stacy however froze, looking at the 3 cows…with 2 heads and…a military grade sentry bot painted to look like a cow.

“OOOOOOOH! This is so fascinating! The chances of a creature being born and surviving with multiple heads is incredibly rare, but for that trait to become breedable and dominant is even more fascinating! The lack of any protective fur- This is so exciting. I can’t wait to study more of the fauna that has emerged.” Stacy was excited, she almost forgot about going inside entirely.

Stacy really wished she had a camera that she could use to capture the specimens. But sadly, cameras were rare in the Vault and most of the camera film was used up by the time Reclamation Day had come. Stacy then did something she’d never thought she’d get to do. She found an udder, and gave it a gentle squeeze, getting a bit of milk to come out.

Stacy now just needed a bott- Stacy quickly slung her back over her shoulder and found the beer bottle. She rushed over to the river and gave it a few rinses, there was no latent radiation detected, but she would want a mostly clean bottle before she tried out this idea.

Going back to the cow, Stacy milked it, getting a good few drinks worth of milk. She looked at it, before finally deciding that yes, she would drink the milk that she had collected. Both to compare to the milk that she was used to…which was mostly powered milk, and to satiate some thirst, cause she was getting a bit thirsty.

It tasted…ok. She definitely would need something to get the taste out of her mouth if it went bad, but this was fine.

“Well, best I go inside.” Stacy declared, walking to the door of the Wayward, and entering. Stacy found it was a bit dark, but there was something….happening.

A moan rang out. Stacy looked to her left, behind a dimly lite bar, she could see a woman in a leather jacket, her shirt lifted up exposing her breasts, with her pants down to her knees. Behind her, gripping the woman’s arms was a taller woman, she had a mask on, with dark hair.

“Now Duchess. Why would you make me pay. You know the deal. You give me the drinks, and I keep the radicals away from your little watering hole.” The woman grunted.

Duchess, was too busy moaning, she rocked…No was thrust forward and then pulled back. Stacy felt her face heat up as she was unable to look away. Duchess’s breasts bounced with each thrust, before the woman-yep, definitely a woman, fucking her stopped and looked at Stacy.

The two just stared at each other.

“Are you going to just watch? A vaultie who enjoys watching a little Duchess here learning her lesson.” The masked woman stated.

Duchess was pushed across the bar, and the masked woman walked around, showing off her cock, that was glistening in the low light.

Stacy’s mind had come to an impasse and was unable to decide on how she should react. Should she be excited at the prospect of the new mutation…should she be embarrassed about walking in one two people having sex.

“I….I was told…told to ummmm….to come…here.” Stacy stammered out, trying to find the words to form a sentence.

“Well Vaultie. Maybe I could show you a good time. I see you eyeing me up. About time somebody introduces you to wasteland survival 101.” the masked woman almost purred, rubbing a hand along Stacy’s hip, her cock still hard.

Stacy passed out, this was all too much and she had no idea how to react to that.

Stacy woke up, shocked as she was soaked by water. Her eyes shot open and was met by a….a burn victim?

“Oh good. We don’t have to drag another body out of here.” The guy sounded chipper as Stacy sat up.

Duchess had a bottle in her hand, looking at Stacy.

“Sorry about that. Demon tends to be…a pain. She’s not interested in the treasure at all, she just wants free beer, and it has to be the good stuff that I make.” Duchess was leaning on the bar.

“Yeah. I guess it was good I made that trip to Flatwoods. That woman gives me the creeps.” the guy said.

“Yeah yeah, Mort, you’re mopping up the floor, I can’t feel my legs and If I move, I will fall.” Duchess told him.

“Yeah…yeah, thank you abraxo cleaner” He muttered.

Duchess looked at Stacy, “So, what brought you here?”

“There were two women who….were at my vault and told me about this place. I was just…curious what it’s like…with the rebuilding of the region?” Stacy asked.

That’s simple. You got the Responders, they’re in Flatwoods, Morgantown and down south at the Whitesprings. Probably a few outposts here and there. Theres the Raiders that are everywhere the Responders aren’t. Between them, you got super mutants, feral ghouls, robots and the scorched.” Duchess explained.

“Don’t forget those moth weirdos in Point Pleasant.” Mort added in.

Stacy took in the information, “Ok…so…there’s a few bad apples, but…what about the other vaults?” Stacy asked.

“The only one we really know about are the 7-6ers. You lot have spread out quick. Your boss also left a set up near by, and this tape. Thought you might give it a listen. But I need some help.” Duchess pulled out a holotape, keeping it in her hand, almost like a teasing offer.

“What is it?” Stacy questioned.

“Look, I have some friends who went into a mineshaft, and haven’t come out. I’m hoping that you can go and find them for me. I got a transponder signal on one, so you can track them pretty easy with that pipboy on your wrist.” Duchess explained.

“Sure. I’m glad to help.” Stacy said with a smile.

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For fun, let’s see the adventure of Angel as she ventures into Gully Mine and meets some locals (And Demon deciding that a certain raider gang would look better on their knees)

Stacy stepped out the Wayward, turning her radio to the frequency that would let her find Duchess’s missing friends. Raising her arm, she walked a few paces towards the small campsite that was left near the Wayward. There wasn’t much, a few workbenches and a supply crate, along with a fire to cook food and boil water.

As she walked, the signal got a bit weaker, “So its east of here.” Stacy told herself. As she would look at her pipboy and mark the location on the map, this was the Overseer’s camp. She decided to add the Wayward as well, they were close.

She started walking east, following the road. Angel continued to looked around, the roads seemed to have shifted a fair bit, some sections rose, other sections fell. But it was at least a path she could follow on the most part. In her travels, she spotted a building, with a large sign “Slucum Joes”. Walking around the boarded up Stacy didn’t find anything, around back, she looked at her pipboy and noted the signal was getting stronger. Who ever she was looking for was behind this place and up the hill.

Stacy adjusted her pack, and walked up the hill, finding piles of ash, and the remains of a robot. Looking around, she noted a trail of ash and bodies going a bit further to the east. Being cautious, Stacy drew her pistol and began to follow the path. Stacy saw something through a few trees.

“Oh, what is this?” She asked herself. She then noticed a figure in tatted rags, with green crystals growing out of them.

She raised her pistol, taking aim and firing. The first shot came and they fell over. Two ran out, before a shotgun blast fired, the pellets firing wide all around her. Ducking behind a tree, Stacy took a few moments to center herself, before she moved out from behind the tree, releasing a small burst of gun fire, and killing the one carrying the shotgun. Turning to the other, they had a hunting rifle, the bullet sailed by her, and Stacy killed that one as well. She waited a few seconds, trying to spot any others that may show up. Seeing as no more showed up, she slowly approached the bodies.

Stacy picked up the shotgun, searching the body and finding 5 shells. The rifle was put in her bag, along with 5 extra bullets that were in a spare magazine on the body. She might sell them later. She wasn’t the most familiar with rifles, but she was going into a mine…a shotgun would probably be good here.

Walking into the mine, more ash piles and bodies marked they went deep inside. Stacy smiled, and started to carefully make her way through the mines. Stacy would follow the paths, surprised the tunnels were closed off leaving a snaking path for her to follow. So if she runs into anyone, she won’t have to worry about getting lost, or somehow missing them.

— — — — —

Demon had gathered her girls, and made their way north. Some group of upstarts calling themselves the Free Radicals decided to set up in the WV Lumber Company site. Demon walked up the road. The large gates opened, and Demon was met by two idiots wearing some basic armor.

“Well, look what we have here. Someone who thinks they’re a bad ass.” One mocked.

Demon simply kept walking, pushing him to the side.

“OI! Who do you think you are. This ain’t a social-” he was cut off as she swung her arm back, the blades on the back of her gauntlet slamming into the man’s neck.

The Man’s protests died as quickly as he did, as Demon’s sirens rushed from the tree line, attacking the Free Radicals, who tried to sound an alarm. Demon moved quickly, finding one who rushed her with a hatchet. Grabbing the man’s arm, twisting it behind his back, she looked at his face.

“Hmmmm, needs a shave, but I think you could make a good slave.” Demon stated.

“Fuck you!” he growled.

“Oh honey…I’ll be fucking you.” Demon stated, before grabbing a syringe and jabbing the man.

Demon and her sirens were flesh traders, they would collect a few prizes, men were good, but Demon chose who was made into slaves and who was sold off, women would either join or be broken. Dropping the man as he passed out, Demon made her way to the largest building, already knowing that the leader of the upstarts were there. The gang maybe had 20 people, Demon and her Sirens were a bit more numerous, and were using the forest and hill to attack.

She watched as a woman turn from a door, holding a shotgun. Demon took the shot, most of the pellets denting her metal chest piece. Demon rushed in, grabbing the woman by the neck, and slamming her against the wall. She dropped the shotgun and looked horrified into the eye holes of Demon’s mask.

Demon smiled, “Brave, I will give you that, but I think you would do better as a siren, than a radical.”

“SCREW YOU YOU CRAZY BIIIIIIII-” her threat was cut short as Demon decided to do more….hands on conversion.

Demon ripped open the pants of the bitch and shoved her fingers inside of her cunt. The bitch would soon start to see things the way of a siren. If not, she would certainly be a slave who she would enjoy seeing crawling on her knees and serving her drinks. It was ironic in a way, raiders rarely made good slaves if not broken. If they were too annoying, they sold them to those botsmith bitches.

— — — — —

Stacy shot a few more of those people with the crystals growing on their burned bodies. They were probably the scorched, makes sense now that she thought about it. Walking down along the mineshaft, Stacy heard a cough coming from a bumper.

“Hey! You got a stimpack?” he wheezed.

Rushing over and setting the shotgun on the ground a bit back, Stacy looked over the man. He had minor injuries, the bullet wound to his right leg would need proper medical attention in a better location. She could likely do the surgery to remove the bullet if it was still inside his leg. The other injuries could be fixed with a stimpack and some stitches.

“Yes, but you will need additional attention to properly fix your injuries.” Stacy explained, grabbing a stimpack from her pack and offered it to the man.

He took it and injected himself, sighing in relief as it took effect.

“Thanks, you’re a real angel, you know that.” He chuckled, slowly getting to his feet.

“You’re welcome. Duchess said she sent some people, I followed the beacon, are you all that is left?” Stacy worriedly asked.

“Not quite. My sis, Polly, she went in a bit deeper, I don’t know if she’s still fighting or what. I heard some fighting, but now I don’t hear her. Can…you go and find her?” the man asked.

“Sure thing. What…should I do if I find her and she’s…not ok?” Stacy cautiously asked.

“I…Just…try and bring her back if you can.” He said, sounding saddened at that statement.

Stacy picked up the shotgun and went down the tunnel in the mine wall. Slowly clearing the corners Stacy was amazed when she came into an open area. It was decently sized, before she heard a growling hiss. Running at her with a pickaxe, one of the scorched tried to swing at her.

The head of the pick slammed into the ground just short and Stacy shot it with recently acquired shotgun. The head exploded, coating her feet in and legs in blood and viscera. More scotched took notice. One running at her with only clawed hands, the other shooting at her. Stacy used the wall as cover, waiting for the scotched to round the corner before she fired, the blast bowing into the chest and throwing the rabbit person back. Drawing her pistol, Stacy took aim at the gunner, taking a few slow shots to kill them with a short burst.

“Good thing Security Chief Ericson had everyone do that course on the range.” Stacy chuckled.

‘A shotgun is good when your in one of 3 situations. Tight spaces, up close, and crowd control. You can use it at range, but it will not be as effective. If you have to fight a target a distance from you, switch to a pistol, it’s not as strong, but it has better accuracy at range.’ The specific lesson replayed in her head.

Slowly looking around, she saw a cage with a door, she didn’t know the code…but also didn’t see anything useful inside. There was a pit with a few ramps leading down.

“Hello? Polly?” Stacy cried out.

“Hello? Who is it?” A voice asked from behind. Hidden behind some moss, Stacy walked down a tunnel, entering into another mining cavern.

“Polly? Where are you?” Stacy loudly questioned

“Over here, by the cart! I could use a lift!” The voice loudly exclaimed.

Stacy walked through a scene of carnage, bodies of the scotched and ash piles lay about. Stacy noticed on the overturned minecart was an Assaultron’s head.

“Polly?” Stacy asked, confused, picking up the head by the neck(?).

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eye. You didn’t run into a guy, kind of spindly, might have a limp?” The head questioned.

“Oh, yes. I handed him a stimpack, he went in the way I came in.” Stacy explained.

“Great! Thank you! So…why don’t you and I help each other out. You get me to the Wayward, and anything that gets between us and the exit will be as good as burned to hell.” Polly stated.

Stacy took a few seconds to realize that Assaultrons indeed, has a face laser, one she happen to have pointed directly at her own face. Turning the head around, Stacy heard grunts, growls, and a few spoken words, of the Scotched from behind her.

Stacy touched a few wires, making Polly’s laser charge up, before holding them together fired the blast, obliterating two scratched that were running at them. Repeating this a few times, the last of the mutated people were killed. Stacy looked in the ash piles, finding a few bits and pieces of junk, even a zip gun made from copper pipes and wood.

Leaving the Mine, Stacy hooked Polly to her pack’s strap, so she could at least see where they were going.

“You know, this is a weird experience for me.” Polly commented.

“You’re telling me. I left the vault this morning and already have so many questions. With everything that’s happened. I have so much I want to look into. Duchess talked about a group, the Responders. Who are they?” Stacy asked.

“From what I know, survivors, police officers, doctors, fire fighters, mailmen, priests, kind of just a collection of people who want to help people learn how to survive. If you ask me. They have a weird leadership issue, south of Charleston, they follow a woman named Rucker. Up here, near Morgantown and Flatwood, there’s this little team lead by a Maria Chavez.” Polly stated.

“Why’s that?” Stacy asked.

“Not quite sure myself. Sol or Duchess, maybe Mort might know more. Anyways, we should get going back to the Wayward.” Polly likely would have shrugged, if she was more than just a head.

“I think I’ll head that way after I drop you off. I’m curious what they have to offer me.” Stacy smiled, then yawned.

She didn’t realize how tired she was getting.

“Sounds more like you need a rest. There’s a hotel next to the Wayward, you can take a few hours to sleep, besides, it’s pretty dark anyways.” Polly observed.

Stacy yawned again, as they Wayward came into view.

— — — — —

Demon found the leader of the Radicals, a pathetic man named Roper.

“Now. You came after my little play thing. The Wayward isn’t yours to fuck with.” Demon stated.

“I damn well do as I want. That bitch knows where the treasure is! She’s hiding that bastard Crane, I’m going to find his ass and beat the location out of him!” Roper shouted, trying to be defiant till the end.

Demon smiled.

‘A treasure? How interesting. Duchess you sweet ass slut. You’ve been trying to hide something from me.’ Demon thought, before she took out a syringe, and injected Roper.

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Nora (Female Sole Survivor) finds Vault 111 is populated only by females and the men are all dead in their cryo-chambers.

For some reason she doesn't care about that, even if her son died with her husband, she feels good at the thought.

When checking the other residents she finds they are strangely all happy about the men's death and they start to act more and more sensual with each other.

Days pass and neither Nora nor the others want to go out of the Vault, they feel good there, they feel happy. The girls start acting very lewd towards each other now and some of them have modified their Vault clothes and now they seem more like whores, but nobody cares, they act like this was normal.

After a month, Nora finds out some of the girls have huge cocks with big balls and, before someone can say something, some girls kneel and start to suck their cocks while others roughly masturbate in front of the scene. One by one the girls continue this depraved show and before Nora knows, everyone are being fucked of they was fucked by this huge cocks.

Days passed, and their acts become always more immoral and depraved, always more girls fuck with the Futas in any part of the Vault, even public, no matter if they are pregnant or not. And nobody cares, they still act like it was normal.

Nora in the end finds she is happy to live here, in this paradise.

Meanwhile in a secret area of the Vault, the Overseer smile while she see her Vault become her personal reign thanks to the virus she injected into Vault dwellers, and rejoices the birth of her personal kingdom fucking with her huge cock.

Nora didn’t quite know how to feel about the changes that have occurred over the last few months. Did she expect the end of the world to be so….strange. The Vault was sizable, plenty of space to live in comfort, and after the decompression accident that seemed to have killed off all of the men, an accident the Overseer told them they were investigating for sabotage. The population would continue on with the expected work and new life underground. Nora did have to agree that it was at least…comfortable, she didn’t know how to feel, no one really did, there was sadness, but it passed faster than she expected.

Nora was given a task that was mostly fitting with her education, she was the Vault’s lawyer, and technically judge. The idea is that she would help draft updates to laws that Vault Tec provided for the future. She would occasionally meet with the Overseer and share these propositions. 

By month 3, the Vault started to feel strange. Nora noted how some of the women were leaving their vault suits unzipped and were forgoing bras or shirts, some said it was just more comfortable, they tended to work in the lower levels, so it must have been from the heat, the vault was climate controlled, and there was a few places that were a bit cold, and Nora thought it was a bit…odd to wear so little when it was cold, she could swear, one dweller walked around with her vault suit’s top hanging and wearing a sports bra that was far too small for her.

 Near month 4 was when something very strange began. The Medical wing was busier than normal, there were probably 30 people hanging around the door, waiting to meet with the doctor. There were some worries that it was an epidemic that was about to spread throughout the vault. The Vault’s doctor assured everyone that everything was fine, it was just a bit of cabin fever. Rumor however spread that it wasn’t just cabin fever, but that something else was happening. Some worried it was the new plague. Moaning could occasionally be heard through the halls at night, or from storage rooms.

Some said that women were growing rather large penises, and musty balls, with a rather aggressive sex drive. Nora didn’t believe it, until she saw it.

Nora had to take a long elevator ride down 3 floors, when she was surrounded by some security. Nora didn’t think of it as strange until they stopped the elevator, turned around and undid their armor and jumpsuits, showing off 3 massive cocks, that were hard. Nora’s brain froze, trapped in the confined space, the moment the cocks came out, the smell that emanated from the 10 inch breeding sticks made her mind all fuzzy.

The security pushed her to her knees, Nora was unable to resist as the security officers grabbed her hair and pushed the cocks into her face. Nora’s mouth was penetrated by one, and before she even realized it, she was sucking on the woman’s cock like a whore. Nora felt as the cocks formed their way down her throat, her head forced to bob up and down the lengths over and over. The other guards stroking their cocks as they watched, eagerly waiting their turns with the Vault lawyer.

Nora drank their cum, feeling the warm cream pour down her throat and into her stomach. Each Guard took turns getting their way with her, and by they time they were down, Nora felt like she could barely move, propped up against the elevator wall, a stomach full of 3 futas cum. 

After her encounter, Nora was different. She decided that there was benefits to the new… changes in the vault. When the Overseer announced they were getting to test a new Vault Suit, everyone seemed excited. The new suits were different, the suits were more like leotard harnesses, with snap buttons that went over the crotch and breasts. The Collar was unusual, a bit tight to some, and the metal ring in the middle was…a bit degrading. Everyone was mandated to wear these new suits. Anyone who was caught in the old vault suit after would be stripped naked, and placed against a wall, and for a short time, was stripped of all rights, allowing any Futa to do what they wanted to her body.

 One thing became clear, no one really cared for intimate privacy after a week. 

Women walked around the Vault with their tits out, their pussies and cocks exposed, and sex was starting to be seen in more public areas. Nora would occasionally watch, a woman would pin a smaller woman against a wall, table or hold her tight as he cock slammed into her cunt or asshole, making their bitch moan like a slut as they fucked without care if they were being watched, honestly, it actually made it seem that being watched made them fuck harder.

Nora eventually found herself being called to the Overseers office, she was going to talk about how the Security Officers were abusing their authority, and issuing constant ‘cavity searches’ on non-futa women, and leaving them filled with their thick…delicious cum. As Nora opened the door, the Overseer was in her chair, facing the door, legs spread wide, lazily stroking her massive fucking cock. Nora’s mind went blank as she could only stare at the dick that was needing to be worshiped.

Nora dropped to her knees and crawled over to serve her purpose in being called here, she was going to be the Overseer’s cum dump for the time. The Overseer only smiled as she watched the lawyer crawl over, her tits swaying side to side as she got closer.

“That’s a good slut. The experiment can be deemed a success. Serum paired with subliminal messaging and exposure to pheromones on test subjects have lead to full subservience to figures who have been prescribed Serum-FA-9.” The Overseer spoke into a recorder watched as Nora had her tongue slide up her length, before eagerly swallowing the shaft in a quick motion.

The Overseer moaned, enjoying the lawyer’s mouth, letting her bob her head around the tip, a hand gently placed on the back of her head.

“Now, let’s see how well you can take this!” The Overseer growled, forcing Nora’s head much lower, making the woman’s throat bulge. 

Nora’s eyes watered as she was getting choked by the fat cock stuffing her throat, pushing back and failing to break free as the Overseer held her in place. The Woman continued to force Nora’s head down lower, filling more of her throat and making every bit of resistance she put up weaker as it continued on.

When Nora was on the verge of passing out, her head was pulled back and she could breathe, her body weak to move on it’s own was pulled to her feet and pushed to be across the round edge of the desk. Nora heard a few clicks, before she felt a cock slam into her pussy. Her entire body clenched, shooting up a bit, before a hand forced her back down. 

The Overseer slammed into Nora’s cunt, stretching the walls wider than any other cock in the vault could. Each thrust slammed against her womb, Nora’s eyes crossed, becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure as she was brutally fucked. Nora’s mind was starting to be overwritten as she was being fucked by the dominant futa of the vault. 

“Fuck you mouthy bitch! I’ll breed you!” The Overseer shouted like a command.

“FUCK FUCK! BREED ME! BREED ME LIKE THE NEEDY FUCKHOLE CUMSLUT I AM! I’M A WHORE WHO NEEDS CUM!!!!” Nora cried out as the cock slammed against her womb, a visible bulge forming each time she pushed in deeper.

The Overseer grabbed Nora’s neck, slamming her hips in and released her load inside of the lawyer. Nora’s eyes crossed as she almost instinctually knew she was pregnant by the Overseer.

“I am going to tell you what laws I want placed in the vault. The first new law is a futa can claim any non-futa they impregnate as their property.” The Overseer stated.

“Yes ma’am. Non-futas only exist to serve the cocks of their superiors and don’t deserve rights.” Nora muttered.

The Overseer grinned, seems that she was coming to terms with her position faster than expected.

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Nora decides to change location for his reign and decides that Vault 81 is a far better place since it is underground, with technology for purifying water and food, making meds and drugs and a lot of space to live in.

So with her Amazons army and her Power Armors, decide to invade Vault 81.

After the conquest she decides to kill all the men and seal the Vault to not let anyone she doesn't want to enter. Slowly but steady the women and girls of the Vault being raped and turn them into Amazons.

After years the air in the Vault changes, becoming heavier and heavier thanks to the drugs heavily inserted in the air system and the lights are mostly out leaving the Vault in darkness. But nobody cares now because they are in paradise now and they don't need anything but the cocks.

Nora has her own paradise again and soon all the Wasteland will be her paradise.

The story can end with voice through the Wasteland of the Institute recently capture only women, because they believe it was them, and Piper and her sister being kidnapped by a bunch of mad women who laugh saying they want raped them so much

Nora lounged in the throne she had made. Looking out, she saw her efforts in the vault, and the Commonwealth on display. Nora discovered the world had changed so much, and now she had to as well. She did her best to rebuild Sanctuary, but…then the raider gangs showed up, took her, and used her. 

There was no safe place for weak people, so Nora changed. She beat the men, and rallied and armed their slaves, and made herself a queen. Her war made her into a raider that caused chaos across the Commonwealth. 

She discovered Vault 81, and with a bit of manipulation, found her way inside, before opening the doors for the rest of her gang. That was nearly 3 months ago. Now Nora, Queen of the Amazons, watched the entertainment before her.

She had beaten most of the raiders north of the north of the Charles River, and made their leaders her submissive followers.

Red and Lilly Tourette were serving their new roles quite well after all. The sisters were worshiping Nora’s huge fucking cock, their tongues sliding up the length as if it was the only thing they craved. It probably was, most woman who she fucked begged for another chance to have it wreck them again. Red went low as she sucked one of Nora’s semen packed nuts into her mouth her tongue washing every inch of skin that it could, hoping to taste a remnant of the cum she begged for. Lily on the other hand went high, having her lips wrap around the head of Nora’s dick.

“Such needy little sluts.” Nora told them, her eyes glancing down from the window, seeing the fight ring. 

Inside, Cait swung her bat up between the captured Tower Tom’s legs. Nora knew that Cait loved to be a ball buster. The man fell and Cait stood over him, this was a little game, men who were captured had a chance to win their freedom, or a chance to fuck a woman, they just had to beat the champion of the ring, Cait, who wore a set of power armor.

No man has ever beaten Cait. 

Lily’s eyes widened as Nora grabbed her hair, and slammed her head down her shaft, filling the woman’s throat and making her flail as she was choked on the massive rod. Nora held the bitch there for a few seconds, until tears started to form and roll down her cheeks. Pulling her off, Lily gasped and coughed.

“That’s all you sluts get for now, until you two bring in something special, you only get the cum that you get from whatever slut lets you eat it out of them.” Nora slapped Red’s ass, Nora’s gang brand prominent on her cheek, much like her sister’s ass as well. The pair of sisters walked out. Nora looked out of her gang’s vault hide out.

“Maybe I’ll try and find the rail road. Some people say they have a girl with a nice heart shaped ass.” Nora mused to herself as she ran a hand over her cock.

Cait walked out of the ring, as Tom was dragged away. If he recovered, he would be put back to work harvesting the materials from the raid, chained up, and kept docile. Maybe the Lottery would be generous to him a second time.

Nora turned and looked at her favored fuck-toy. Scribe Haylen. She was in what could barely be called clothes. The fatigues she was captured in were stripped away, and now she was in little more than a top crop that was near transparent, a vest that doubled as a push up bra, a thong so thin that it was little more than floss and a set of heels so high that she stood on her tip toes. She had her hat still, but her hair was pulled back to act as a handle.

The little slut had protested when she took out the two soldiers protecting her. Nora snapped one’s neck, and the other chose death instead of servitude. Haylen, was Nora’s, current cum dumpster. The scribe was fucked stupid so many times, she could barely remember life before her new role. Nora strode over to the slut.

“Slut Haylen reporting for fucking!” she announced, bending over and spreading her cheeks.

Nora decided to take the invitation and ram her cock into the slut’s hole. She came as soon as Nora’s hips pressed against her ass, which only made her tighter, and Nora’s thrusts harder.

“I think it’s time for daily announcements.” Nora grabbed Haylen’s legs, and lifting the scribe into a full nelson hold, Nora carry-fucked the slut to her desk.

As Nora slammed her cock into Haylen’s womb, the scribe began the announcements, all while moaning.

“Ohhhh! Ok you -fuck don’t stop- sluts. The Mistress wants you all to -pound my pussy mommy and fill me with your cum- Go out and find some juicy fuck meat to bring back. Mistress -uhhhh, you’re breaking me!- gets first picks. -To the sissy slave boys -fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum mistress! -Your next chance for the ring will be in -EEEHHH!!!- Ahhhh, Yes! 2 days.” Hayen spoke into a mike, leaving many of the amazon raiders jealous, and horny.

The raider parties left to earn their keep. Meanwhile, a courser from the institute snuck inside. Hoping to take out the Raider Queen before she could have a chance to take down even more factors and their agents across the commonwealth. As they moved into the office, they paused, shocked.

Nora pulled her cock out of the scribe, and turned to face the female courser. Nora’s eyes traveled over the leather clad body, the stockings that reached mid thigh, the leather panties, the leather coat that was strapped in a way to have her breasts, which were rather large compared to the average woman. The Courser’s eyes, hidden behind the glasses, looked down at the wet, and hard cock. It was intimidating. 

“Well, what do we have here? A Courser? Well, come on, come and get me, let’s see if I can fuck the second biggest threat of the commonwealth.” Nora growled.

— — — — —

Piper and Nat were being dragged into a Vault. Diamond City finally kicked them out and made them leave. Piper had barely enough time to grab the essentials before they were escorted out by security. Piper hoped they could find somewhere safe to squat in, maybe join up a trader making their way to Goodneighbor, that hope was quickly crushed as raiders grabbed them when they were near the theater the Pillars of the Community lived at. 

Piper knew she was in a vault, a dozen other women and men around in chains, raiders leering at them, some licking their lips.

They were taken to a little arena, Piper and Nat held each other close, when the leader, the infamous Queen of the Amazons showed herself, and pointed at them. They were dragged into her chambers, stripped of clothes, and the Raider looked at them both with a sadistic grin.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a toy so small.” She stated, walking over and grabbing Nat, pulling her away from Piper.

Piper could only watch, with growing arousal as she watched her little sister get violated before her. She watched as Nat’s face turned from a pained expression, her little virgin pussy being defiled by a cock thicker than her arm, her stomach bulging with each thrust, into one where she was expressing ecstasy from being used as a toy by the woman. Piper could feel the rivulets of her pussy juices going down her leg as she was made to watch. 

Piper knew that she would be next. Her hand slowly moved between her legs, gently massaging her pussy, getting it ready for her new master. The Raider queen’s cock kept slamming down to the base of her sister’s pussy over and over, Piper’s eyes following the swinging nutsack with each slap. She could only guess how many women that had been inside of, how many women had been bred by her. How many times they would be bred by her.

The Raider slammed in one final time, and Nat’s stomach seemed to inflate as she had so much cum forced inside of her pussy, it sprayed out with quite a bit of force, showing the load was far beyond what her pussy and womb could store. 

Nat was dropped to the ground, a river of cum flowing from between her legs.

“Slut. Clean your sister out.” Nora pointed at the prone from of her sister.

Piper began to move to her sister, before falling to her knees. The smell of the cum was almost as intoxicating as jet. She didn’t even hesitate, as her arms wrapped around her sister’s legs, and pulled her ass to her mouth, sucking on her pussy to try and draw the cum out. Only for the Raider to grab her hair, and have her cock force its way into her asshole.

Piper screamed, and came from the pain.

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So, I have been writing this and it's mostly bouncing between prompts given and my own smutification of the game's events slightly. I am however feeling like I want to give something a bit more interesting so I am going to do a little challenge.

I want to know, which fallout game should I do a smutification of story/world?

Fallout 3
Fallout New Vegas
Fallout 4

I would primarily focus on the main story, so no DLC, however elements may sneak into the story. The Poll has the option between the 3 games

Fallout 3's first chapter will see the lone wanderer growing up in the vault, ends when they leave.
Fallout New Vegas will basically be up until the Goodsprings fight.
Fallout 4 will be the bombs dropping, the vault and end on leaving the vault.

There is also a space to leave suggestions on how the setting changed, I take basically any suggestions, and I will attempt to work them in if I can. There's also a way to vote on the protagonist, I'll see what people like and built 2-3 protagonists around the top votes.

https://s.surveyplanet.com/t6f16dul Anyways, I'll give it till next month, I'll write any prompts you leave, and share the results then. Thank you everyone who has commented on this so far with prompts/questions for characters to answer.

OC's for questions are
Angel the responder: A rather plucky, if not desperate and easily flustered individual when it comes to sex, she is a voyeur and loves medical play.

Demon the Raider: A Raider with a streak of dominating everyone and anyone physically and sexually, she typically breaks women's minds, and breaks men's balls.

Beth the Cow Girl: A rather plump and voluptuous Futa with rather heavy lactating breasts who lives on a small farm with the farmer (no name given and I find that funnier) Typically is milked twice a day with some local hired hands who leave just as satisfied as everyone who drinks Beth's cream.

I will do prompts for characters in the games, situations that occur, and for OCs you submit.

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 Nate’s head was feeling fuzzy. He felt cold as well. His vision slowly came back as he could see across from him, Nora’s pod was opened by a pair of men in Vault suits.

“Yeah, this one. She’s still fresh.” one of them said. 

Nora looked just as dazed, before one of the men injected her with something into her thigh. Nate watched as Nora seemed to come to, but…something else was happening. The suit was seemingly getting tighter, her thighs, hips, ass, breasts, even her lips were getting plumper before his eyes. 

“Oh yeah, she’s going to be a good one.” one of the men said, smiling and unzipping their own suit. 

Nate’s eyes widened as he saw the men’s hard cocks. Nate hit his fist on the window, as Nora stepped down.

“Wha? Whats?” Nora asked, confused, before she fell to her knees. The pair of the vault suited men held their cocks, one rubbing it over Nora’s eyes, the other rubbing it against her lips. Nora didn’t protest. In reality, she seemed to start to slide her head along the lengths of the cock, before taking hold of both in her hands.

“See, works like a charm.” 

Nora began to suck on the tips of the two men’s cocks, stroking the other that wasn’t in her mouth. She took turns, slowly pushing her head further and  further down the cocks every few bobs, before switching to the other. Nate had a front row view of his wife cheating on him. Nate couldn’t help but feel his own suit getting a bit tighter as he was unable to look away, and was turned on by the sight.

The pair of vault suit wearing men separated, one stepping back, the other holding Nora by her hair and started to thrust into her mouth, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag loudly with each thrust. The other man opened Nora’s suit, releasing her now clearly larger breasts, letting them swing, before he slid the suit off, exposing her plump, pale ass. 

“Fuck, this bitch has got an ass that would crush a head.” he announced, giving Nora’s ass a hard slap, a red print forming, Nora’s moan was muffled, but Nate could still hear it.

“The slut loves that. Do it again.” the accomplice stated.

A few more hard slaps that caused Nora’s ass to jiggle with each one turned her ass from a nice pale white, to a canvas of hues of red and pink. The man slid his cock between her thighs. Nora rocked back, pressing her pussy against the cock between her legs. 

She didn’t even try and stop as he pulled back and pressed inside, her moans seemed to grow even louder. Her arms wrapped around the man fucking her face, pulling him in with each thrust of his hips, her lips seemed to try and seal around the cock. She was wanting him to fuck her throat now.

Nate gets cucked by Vault Tec Staff (Annonymous)

 Nate’s head was feeling fuzzy. He felt cold as well. His vision slowly came back as he could see across from him, Nora’s pod was opened by a pair of men in Vault suits.

“Yeah, this one. She’s still fresh.” one of them said. 

Nora looked just as dazed, before one of the men injected her with something into her thigh. Nate watched as Nora seemed to come to, but…something else was happening. The suit was seemingly getting tighter, her thighs, hips, ass, breasts, even her lips were getting plumper before his eyes. 

“Oh yeah, she’s going to be a good one.” one of the men said, smiling and unzipping their own suit. 

Nate’s eyes widened as he saw the men’s hard cocks. Nate hit his fist on the window, as Nora stepped down.

“Wha? Whats?” Nora asked, confused, before she fell to her knees. The pair of the vault suited men held their cocks, one rubbing it over Nora’s eyes, the other rubbing it against her lips. Nora didn’t protest. In reality, she seemed to start to slide her head along the lengths of the cock, before taking hold of both in her hands.

“See, works like a charm.” 

Nora began to suck on the tips of the two men’s cocks, stroking the other that wasn’t in her mouth. She took turns, slowly pushing her head further and  further down the cocks every few bobs, before switching to the other. Nate had a front row view of his wife cheating on him. Nate couldn’t help but feel his own suit getting a bit tighter as he was unable to look away, and was turned on by the sight.

The pair of vault suit wearing men separated, one stepping back, the other holding Nora by her hair and started to thrust into her mouth, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag loudly with each thrust. The other man opened Nora’s suit, releasing her now clearly larger breasts, letting them swing, before he slid the suit off, exposing her plump, pale ass. 

“Fuck, this bitch has got an ass that would crush a head.” he announced, giving Nora’s ass a hard slap, a red print forming, Nora’s moan was muffled, but Nate could still hear it.

“The slut loves that. Do it again.” the accomplice stated.

A few more hard slaps that caused Nora’s ass to jiggle with each one turned her ass from a nice pale white, to a canvas of hues of red and pink. The man slid his cock between her thighs. Nora rocked back, pressing her pussy against the cock between her legs. 

She didn’t even try and stop as he pulled back and pressed inside, her moans seemed to grow even louder. Her arms wrapped around the man fucking her face, pulling him in with each thrust of his hips, her lips seemed to try and seal around the cock. She was wanting him to fuck her throat now.

Nate could only watch as his wife fucked the two men, Nate was now recognize them as the security chief and the overseer. They were fucking his wife, and had done something to her. Nora was sucking on the overseer’s cock, and she was doing it with a lot more fervor than she’d ever done with him. 

Nora was...passive when she sucked his cock, she didn’t slobber over his cock, there wasn’t any real gagging, or her pulling him to suck him off harder. She was worshipping the man’s cock. The Overseer pulled his cock out, the Security chief slammed his hips forward.

“FUCK! Oh MY GOD! Yes! Fuck me!” Nora cried out, as her thick thighs began to tremble. Did she just cum?

“Mmmm, she is going to be a good one. Nice and tight.” The security chief stated, as he started to thrust into Nora, a bulge forming in her stomach with each thrust.

The overseer then pulled Nora down a bit, pushing his cock between her large breasts. She took her breasts and wrapped them around his shaft. The tip just poking out and she licked it as it peeked from between them.

“Please sirs, FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM!” Nora cried out.

Nate watched in aroused horror as they continued to fuck his wife. Nate didn’t even realize that he came from watching as Nora, his loving wife, fucked two men who changed her. 

BrightBlight: Alex wondering the desert with a raging boner looking for something anyone to fuck hell he'll take a death claw dick up his ass at this point. And well I guess he should been more careful with his words because he does end finding a death claw but sadly for the death claw he's very very horny not long into the fucking he turns it around and gives the claw a pounding.

Alex was suffering in 3 ways.

First, it was hot, cloudless and windless. He hated the desert most times. He hated the fact he chose to come out here. 

Second, he was out of supplies. The caravan he was with was hit and he ran off. Was it cowardly? Yes a bit, but Alex wasn’t a mercenary, he was out here to go to Vegas to fuck and gamble.

Lastly, he had a raging boner that would refuse to go down. Rubbing it wouldn’t do anything, and he certainly didn’t have anyone around who could fuck his ass and make it go down.

Alex reached a pass and sat down, he could just see the glow of the city in the distance Maybe he could just relax in that cave entrance for until the sun set, it should get cooler with the night. He could probably make good time.

Entering the cave, getting out of the sun, Alex sat on the cool rock, his cock standing, dripping just a bit of precum.

“Fuck. Why now? Fuck I’d do anything to deal with this fucking erection.” Alex stated, angry as he rubbed his hard cock, getting nowhere as his hands were caked with sand and dry.

From inside the cave, something stalked out, and Alex instantly regretted waiting til for the sun to set. Inside the cave was a deathclaw, the largest he’d ever seen. It sniffed the air and looked at him. Alex worried that the apex predator of the wasteland would rip him to pieces. 

On his back, legs spread, dick erect, he didn’t expect the Deathclaw to have his own cock extend from between it’s legs. The cock was nearly as thick as his forearm, and just as long. 

‘I did say I’d take anything.’ Alex thought, as the deathclaw grabbed both of his legs, lifting him up and having it’s tongue slide over his cheeks, providing a bit of moisture and lube for what it planned to do. The Deathclaw gripped his thighs, spreading them wide as it lined his cock up to his asshole. With a single swift thrust, Alex felt his ass getting stretched at the sheer size of the cock in him.

The deathclaw didn’t wait for him to adjust, it just started to move him and fucked his ass like it was in heat, which it probably was. Alex groaned as the large flat head stretched his asshole, flattening his prostate with each thrust as it drove deep inside of his anus.

“Fuck! Fuck me you beast. Fuck me until I cum!” Alex commanded, knowing the Deathclaw didn’t understand him.

The deathclaw moved one hand from his thigh to his neck, wrapping it’s fingers around his skinny neck and squeezing his airway. The lizard adjusted itself to thrust down, going even deeper inside of Alex’s ass, each thrust making causing his cock to bounce up and down, slapping the deathclaw’s and his own stomach in a fleshy rhythm.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Ohhh, fuck! Right there! Don’t stop. Fuck. Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Alex screamed.

As the Deathclaw continued to fuck his ass, Alex came hard. His cock shot out ropes of cum that sprayed over his body, the deathclaw’s body and the floor of the cave they were in. Rope after rope of cum shot out of his cock as he had one of the most intense orgasm he ever hard in his life. As he came, his ass squeezed down and the beast roared as it too came. Alex’s mouth hung open as he was knotted by the deathclaw. The hot ropes of cum filling his stomach to the point he developed an almost pregnant looking belly with how much it bulged and swelled.

Alex didn’t know if he could move, but the deathclaw chose to remove the option for him entirely. The arms wrapped around his body, holding him in place. 

‘Looks like I’m staying here for the night.’ Alex thought to himself, wiggling his hips a bit, feeling the knot secure in his ass, locking him in place.

(Would you like a part 2 to Alex's story?)

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The_New_Crassius_Curio: Whether Lacy’s timing was off for her safe days or young Jonathan’s sperm was just that resilient, the end result is the same…Lacy was knocked up. That was no excuse for training to stop, and so the two have still been fucki-…ahem, “practicing reproduction” like rabbits. Jonathan seems to take some pride in how Lacy’s stomach swells now, but she’s worried he’s getting too attached. She’s almost 30 years older than him after all, he really should pursue girls his age and not an old hag like her once their time together is up. Right?

Lacy was…less than proud of herself as of late. Well, the last 2 months, she realized something had gone wrong, however…she had a duty.

Laying on her back, Jonathan was over her, his breathe a bit heavy as he thrust his hips into her over and over. He was rather energetic in his lust when it came to fu- his desire to practice reproduction. Johnathan latched onto her breasts, suckling on her breasts that were once more producing milk, and swelling…they were not the only thing swelling on her.

She had a noticeable bump on her stomach, so much so she had the special pregnancy vault suit. She was embarrassed, she shouldn’t even be able to, she was well passed her window, age and cycle wise, or so she thought. Jonathan didn’t seem to mind it one bit.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered to Lacy.

The older woman blushed, Jonathan was too nice to her, he should stop focusing on her and find someone closer to his age. Lacy wanted to protest, but Jonathan’s training was making it oh so difficult to protest with how wonderful she felt.

As Jonathan once more thrust his cock inside of her, releasing yet another load inside of her, she couldn’t help but shudder. He was such an energetic young man. He slowly laid down, his body sprawled over her, as his arms put her in a gentle caress. She couldn’t help but hold him back, gently rubbing the back of his head.

“You did so good. But…I think we need to stop, You certainly have shown your capable of satisfying a partner.” Lacy gently whispered.

“But I like you as my partner.” Jonathan mumbled, his head resting on her breasts.

Lacy’s heart seemingly skipped a beat as he said that.

“D..don’t be silly. I’m much too old for such an energetic young man such as yourself.” Lacy looked away, before Jonathan’s hands moved down her body, to her legs.

“But I want you to be my partner…forever.” he lifted her legs up, keeping her in place as he slowly stood back up.

“J-Jonathan, w-wait.” Lacy was nervous as she felt what Jonathan was about to do.

With a single thrust into her ass, Lacy was exposed to a whole new world of pleasure.

“I don’t want someone younger. I want you. Be mine!” he demanded, he was being so much rougher now, demanding, and Lacy’s will was waning with each movement of his hips.

Lacy was seemingly powerless as Jonathan thrust his hips into her ass. Each movement was rough, it hurt but she also was loving it. 

“Be mine! Be Mine! Be my wife! Marry me!” Jonathan demanded as he continued to fuck her.

“M-Marr-r-ry!? J-j-j-Jonathan b-be r-reasonable. I’m too old for you.” Lacy tried to protest, her legs trembling, she was liking this.

“I want you to be my wife. I can pick anyone, I pick you!” Jonathan then kissed her, it wasn’t gentle, it was actually fairly rough, but Lacy didn’t care as much now. Her legs slowly wrapped around Jonathan’s body as he continued to fuck her ass, she was loving it.

Jonathan’s tongue explored her mouth, his hands groping her roughly, not like  the gentle mature boy he started as, but a strong, dominant man he now was.

“Oh fuck. Fuck! Jonathan, don’t stop. Keep fucking my ass. I’ll be yours. Don’t stop!” Lacy cried out, her will finally breaking. 

Jonathan continued to fuck Lacy for nearly the whole night. The next morning, Jonathan would tell the Overseer who we would like to have a marriage contract with. The Overseer was hesitant, however…she had once been married to a much older man, so she allowed it.

The Vault had an odd trend of older and younger marriages, it’s often why they had so many widows to help train the next generation.

BootyScooty: ZEUS !! WRITE SOLE SURVIVOR X COOPER HOWARD FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS !!!

If you wanna, here's the prompt!
After a few days of nonstop violence and action, Cooper and Sole (I know his name is Nate, but in this he's called Sole as a nickname trust) finally get a night to rest after finding an abandoned ranch in the middle of the desert (something untouched by Raiders), and after finding out that Sole had a secret wound (something small, yet surprisingly deep), Cooper takes it upon himself to bandage Sole up. Things get oddly homo-erotic from there.

Tags: Gentle sex, Cooper Howard is kind of a dick, Transmasc Sole Survivor, Nicknames, sexual tension.

A/N: I decided to have it be Pre-war, just so it wasn’t ghoul Cooper.

Nate was kind of…well, he’s never fit what people would call a tough man. He didn’t have the big bulky build, in the army, Nate was logistics, meaning he sat in an office and filled out paper work. He enjoyed it, he also had a bit of a secret task. He was to try and seduce soldiers into exposing their mission details when they were on leave. Nate very easily could pass for a woman, his voice was soft enough he could fake it with the best. Slipping a dress on him and a bit of make up, no one would even know until the dress came off. 

Sitting at a Vegas club, Nate scanned the crowd, looking for army boys, when she noticed someone…famous. Cooper Howard, the movie star.

“Well, hello handsome.” Nate cooed as he made his way to the actor’s side.

“Howdy madam. Hoping for an autograph?” Cooper smiled, booze was clear on his breathe.

“Oh, I was hoping for something a bit better. I got some day tripper, and a private room.” Nate winked.

-30 minutes later-

Nate found himself in an awkward position, or rather, a pleasantly comfortable one. Cooper Howard had his hand on Nate’s throat, his legs were wrapped around the actor’s waist, and the man was being rather rough, thrusting his cock into Nate’s ass.

“Army pays little lady-boys like you, we got real men on the lines fighting, your back here just fucking.” Howard spat on Nate’s face, the blush spreading across his face betraying the fact that he was enjoying this.

“I’m sorry.” Nate choked out, before letting out a long sweet sounding moan. 

Cooper Howard’s grip on Nate’s neck was strong, Nate knew he’d be bruised there in the morning, however, he didn’t care at the moment. Nate’s small hard cock was slapping against his body with each powerful buck of Howard’s hips.

“I bet you aren’t. You wanted a real man to put you in your place. Show how small you really are.” He growled, he slowed down, looking Nate in the eyes before with a slight grin, doubled the speed of his thrusts.

“Oooooooo! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yeshyeshyeshyesh!” Nate was starting to get overwhelmed with pleasure as he was experiencing.

The actor continued to show how much more of a man he was, thrusting his cock, that was nearly double the size of Nate’s into the effeminate man’s ass.

“That’s it little bitch boy. Feel what real man can do with a cock, not the dicklet you have!” Howard growled.

Nate didn’t last another second as he came a pitiable amount. Howard rammed his shaft deep into the femboy’s ass. Howard’s much heavier, muskier balls slapped against the little beans that Nate called testicles. The actor’s cock released his virulent cum into Nate’s ass.

The actor looked down at the sissy he just fucked, his legs quivering, an intense blush covering his face that was buried in the pillow.

“Well, if you’re ever in Hollywood, give the name Lacy Higgins, might do this again.” Cooper stated.

Nate didn’t respond, giving a weak nod of understanding.

A/N

Ok, so the poll is between fallout 3 and 4, it tied on them, going to let it run a bit longer

Also, I’m adding Lacy and Jonathan to the askable characters, it could be a fun pairing now they’ve developed.

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The_New_Crassius_Curio: Vault 81 Repopulation Club, an adults only recreational club inside Vault 81 dedicated to ensuring a healthy, populous, bright future for the vault. Led by plump Overseer Gwen McNamara herself, in addition to keeping records of family trees to avoid incest, midwife training, and similar activities, they of course organize the actual act of reproduction itself. The Overseer has at least one good pregnancy left in her, and now that Bobby De Luca is clean, he can finally participate. Breeding older women, it’s your Vault-Tec duty!

Gwen McNamara has had 2 children during her stay as Overseer. To Vault 81, she was actually the longest serving female Overseer, most of the time, when an overseer had a child, that Overseer would step down, as they settled down with their family. However, Gwen was a woman of many talents and dedication. 

The Vault had a little program that was started early on the Reproduction Club, it met every 5 years, it was meant to help keep family trees from becoming too mixed, and the population growth controlled and documented. They didn’t want to end up producing Charles the II of Spain after all, with careless reproduction and inbreeding, even if accidental. 

Most women had to draw a name from a bowl, ones that didn’t have a 2 generation connection to them. Gwen had her turn, reaching into her own bowl, she was rather shocked to see who she pulled. Bobby De Luca. 

As the members of the Reproduction Club had their randomly selected partners arrive to their chambers, Gwen felt…annoyed and disappointed, she hoped for Scott Edwards. De Luca was a thin man, his skin was mostly smooth, no blemishes, no fat, he still wore the Vault Tec boxer shorts, while Gwen wore a Vault Tec Night gown. 

Gwen however was shocked when she watched Bobby slide his boxers down. He was sporting…approximately 10.5 inches, the largest she had ever seen by a 3 inch margin. 

“Well Mister De Luca. What are you waiting for.” Gwen laid back, spreading her legs, exposing her recently shaved vagina to the man.

Bobby didn’t wait or bother with foreplay. He got right to it as he pressed his rather large….and impressive penis against her vagina, and with a bit of force, as to account for the girth as well, entered her body, with minimal discomfort. Gwen couldn’t help but let out a moan in pleasure as she felt the man’s penis push deep inside of her.

Bobby didn’t let her adjust, pulling back and driving his hips forward once more. He was rough, each thrust of his hips was a bit more pleasurable than the last. Gwen closed her eyes, enjoying the process, before she felt a set of lips crash against her own, shocking her. She opened her mouth to object, Bobby pushed his own tongue inside of her mouth, quickly pinning her own down. His hands lifted her legs up, letting him go even deeper.

McNamera was experiencing something different this time, not a simple act of reproduction, this was more intense, more passionate, this was…fucking, not sex, but Fucking. 

Bobby’s thrusts were getting rougher, Gwen was starting to be a bit different. She started to suck on Bobby’s tongue, her legs wrapping around his hips, pulling herself into him with each of this thrusts.

Bobby’s hands cupped Gwen’s cheeks, slowly pulling her away and he gasped for breathe, saliva still connecting their mouths. 

“Overseer.” he breathlessly whispered.

“Bobby. I want you to put a baby in me.” Gwen stated.

Fisto’s Bitch

The Courier tries out Fisto immediately after reprogramming him, only to get instantly addicted to the feeling. After delivering him to the Atomic Wrangler, the Courier shills out way too many caps to get the next two days with him, the sensation in their legs sure to be missing for the following week.

The Courier needed to find a sex robot for the Atomic Wrangler. A Protectron would work. After loading the tape, and activating it, there was only one thing left to do….test it.

“Please assume the position.” Fisto instructed. 

The Courier leaned over the table next to the securitron pod. Fisto moved behind her and the hand moved…slowly. Her asshole was slowly teased, and spread by the metal fingers. The hand was certainly larger than any plug she tried out. Her asshole slowly stretched wider and wider, until the sleeker hand of the protectron pushed in her anus.

The Courier grit her teeth as the size, it was certainly a different experience. 

“Activating servos.” The robot stated, as it’s hand started to pump forward and back. 

“Holy shit! Fuck! Oh god! You’re breaking my ass!” The Courier cried out as the robot’s programming activated. 

The hand began to vibrate inside of the Courier’s ass. The Courier began to drool, her arms giving out from under her as the robot’s hand vibrated in her ass, overwhelming her body with extasy as she came, hard, spraying juices on the ground, after experiencing the most powerful orgasm she’s ever had in her life.

Fisto pulled it’s hand out, and made it’s way to the Atomic Wrangler. The next day, after her ass recovered and she could feel her legs, she made her way to the Freeside bar and rented out the robot for as long as 5k caps could buy it for.

In the room, the Courier’s nails dug into the sheets as Fisto’s now modified fists pumped in and out of her ass. The machine’s arm moving in and out, vibrating intensely as it worked. The Courier’s body was convulsing with pleasure as the hand buried itself inside of her anus with ease.

“Oh fucking robot. Don’t stop.” The Courier breathlessly muttered, grabbing a stimpack, and jabbing her ass with it, along with a dose of Med-x to numb the pain. Fisto continued to pump her ass for over a week. By the time she was done, the Garrets peaked inside of the room, to find the Courier face down in bed, her ass in the air, hole gaping.

“Well doll, I was expecting a lot, but you sure did test out our sex-bot.” James Garret walked in.

“Just….10 more minutes. Then…then I’ll be done with him.” The Courier weakly muttered, her words muffled by the sheets her face was buried in.

“Now as nice as that would be. You got to pay for Fisto.” Francine stated, grabbing the Courier by her hair, and lifting her face out of the sheets

“I gave you every cap I have.” The Courier weakly complained.

“Well, you see there are other ways for you to earn caps for us, we can even give you a discount.” Francine smirked, looking down at the Courier’s face.

“Anything.” The Courier pleaded.

Francine smiled a devilish grin, oh she was going to have fun with her for sure.

Alex and the deathclaw part 2 (sequal to brightblight’s ask in chapter 12)

Alex didn’t know how he ended up in this specific situation, but he wasn’t going to call it a bad one. A deathclaw giving him the sloppiest blowjob ever was not one of those things you are ever prepared for. However, here he was, on his back, a deathclaw’s tongue wrapped around his shaft, slobbering over his length. His cock was getting hard, and this deathclaw seemed to be wanting to have the favor returned.

Alex had his ass fucked by the moster, and now the monster wanted it’s ass fucked by Alex.

The deathclaw’s tongue slid off of his shaft and it turned around. Alex moved, grabbing a hold of the tail, the beast lowered its body slightly, giving better access to the asshole of the monster. Alex spotted the rather…pink rosebud of a hole. 

‘You only live once.’ He thought to himself and with a thrust forward, the beast roared, not a primal ‘I’m going to die’ one, but…it sounded almost satisfied in a way. Starting to fuck the deathclaw’s ass, Alex had to admit, it was a tight hole, it was warm, and to his surprise, it was almost like it was sucking him in by his cock.

Drawing back and slamming back in, the Beast moved its body more, lowering its top half to the ground, and lifting its legs higher, Alex was able to go much deeper. The underside of its body was softer, a bit squishier too. Alex continued to thrust into the Deathclaw’s hole, moaning and throwing his head back as the beast growled.

The Deathclaw scratched at the ground, digging deep grooves into the rock as Alex continued to thrust away. His hips moved faster thanks to the saliva covering his shaft. He eventually got an idea, a dangerous one, but one he wanted to try.

Pulling out, Alex found he had gotten the strength to flip over the deathclaw onto its back. Grabbing the legs, he held them up and plunged his cock deeper into the mutated creature's hole. Alex watched as the deathclaw’s cock slapped against the soft underside. He slammed down harder and faster than he could before. He was fucking this deathclaw like his life depended on it…which it might for all he knew.

“Take this you wild animal.” Alex growled as he slammed his cock down to the base of the deathclaw’s asshole. The beast roared as he and it came at the same time. The deathclaw painted itself with its cum, letting trails of its slimy cream run down his body. Alex however chose to keep his cock buried in the Deathclaw’s ass, as the monster clenched every muscle so tightly that he doubted he could pull out. Laying down, the Deathclaw wrapped it’s arms around Alex, cradling him.

‘This will certainly be a story no one will believe if I tell them.’ Alex thought as he passed out from exhaustion.

When he finally woke up, Alex was very surprised that he was not dead. He was still being cuddled by the deathclaw…it was…surprisingly warm. Now he just wondered….how the hell was he going to get away from this cave…He hoped he didn’t turn into one of those wasteland weirdos.

Ok, so I am happy to announce the game related Poll
Fallout 4 won
Protagonist will be both Nate (femboy sub) and Nora (Dom futa)

Feel free to leave questions or prompts either here, or on the poll up above. I hope you enjoyed this story
If you want a prompt to be continued, I will at most do 5 parts in total