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Struggling over the rubble, Lucy felt torn between sorrow and rage. She’d found her Dad, she’d even found her Mom! But it had not been a happy ending that she’d hoped for.
Numbly she knew she had to get to safety so she just followed the Ghoul, watching as he easily led them unseen through the rubble as the battle carried on around them. As he went he was quickly picking over the fallen, putting things in a battered bag he’d found. Scavenging the dead with practised ease. Definitely a ghoul
He led them down a dark stairwell in the rock, smooth concrete steps strewn with rubble. It was dark, too dark for her to see clearly but he must have been able to as he wordlessly stopped her hand when she reached for her Pipboy flash-light. Instead he took her hand and lead her through the darkness while the dog that had rejoined them ranged on ahead, sniffing out trouble.
As they were heading down the tunnel they found at the base of the stairs there was a faint hum and buzz in the air, a few sparks then dusty old lightbulbs on the walls started to glow into life.
A thought penetrated her numbness. Electricity?
She leaned close and whispered “They must have turned the cold fusion generator on!”
The ghoul just nodded grimly and let go of her hand, heading on down the tunnel with his gun ready. Up ahead was a square of darkness that promised the night sky.
They came out of a concrete doorway, the metal door long since rusted off its hinges and its wooden replacement freshly smashed.
Looking up, she was astonished to see the famous HOLLYWOOD sign on the hillside, lit up by the few still functioning floodlights. As she watched the neon signs charged up enough to glow, adding the ‘Sponsored by NUKA COLA’ tag line underneath it.
She checked her Pipboy. Latitude 34.134117, longitude is -118.321495.
Vault tech GPS (tm) coordinates of 34° 8' 2.8212'' N and 118° 19' 17.3820'' W.
She was in Hollywood!
She felt she should be starstruck but memories of movie night with her father turned that to ashes in her mouth.
They scrambled on through the rubble, keeping low and avoiding occasional patrols as the Brotherhood started to lock the area down. Next to a crater the Ghoul paused, tasting the air then started to cast around before stopping near a broken down wall.
“Gotcha Hank.” he mutters to himself then, as Lucy looks puzzled, he explains “He’s using the jump jets too much. Rookie error. But then I guess ol’ Hank was never in the Army” He gives a humourless chuckle “meant to stay fast and low on the bounce, five by five”
Then he seems to remember himself and lapses back into his gruff monosyllabic
“he’s heading East” he said and started walking, the Dog trotting by his side. Lucy looked round, straining to see any clue but all the rubble looked the same. She shrugged and stumbled after the Ghoul
After about an hour she slumps against a broken down wall.
“Shouldn’t we find shelter and rest a bit now we’re clear of the fighting? Its not really safe to travel at night”
“Nope.” Somewhere in the darkness ahead of her she hears him spit “we need to push on, that little upset” he steps out of the shadow, one leather gloved finger pointing at the distant burning domed building “means the town is going to be crawling with things tonight, either hungry things drawn to the fight or things running scared from the Brotherhood. Hopefully the tin can boys will be too busy celebrating their victory before they start consolidating their position and send out more patrols, as if they catch us we’re dead.”
“But Maximus will protect us“
“He’s just one guy, he doesn’t run the whole Brotherhood. We’d be gunned down by the first patrol that spot us. I’m an Abomination to be shot on sight and you’re tainted by Forbidden technology full of Ancient Secrets” he points at her Pip Boy “Stuff they want to lock away and control”
“So what do we do?”
“We keep on and follow your Dad.” He gestures along the range of hills to the North.
“He’s going East along the base of the hills, heading toward San Bernardino. Means we can cross off the North coast for his final destination, he’d a lit out west for that. Same with anywhere South, which I’m guessin’ is where your Vault is. Means he’s going East or North East. Once he clears Old Baldy at the end of the range we’ll know for sure.”
“We should catch up with him, we used to go for long walks every weekend and he always got tired first”
“Hold up. Long Walks? In your vault? What’d you do, go round and round the Atrium?”
“Oh no, we had personal pedal bikes so we could exercise while on the couch watching a movie. Many people used the approved landscape films, but my dad loved watching old cowboy movies as we walked”
The Ghoul scoffs but steps deeper into the shadows “Well, real cross country walking is very different. We’re going to have to slog through a lot of broken ground and He’s moving flat out, the powered skeleton on that suit means you don’t feel the weight, running and jumping feel like a walk in the park. He’ll not tire easy.”
Lucy sighs at the latest setback then muses. “Where could he be going?”
“he’s a true believer in the American Dream, Vault tech style. So he’ll be looking for a way to wipe out all this; looking for reinforcements, people with the manpower and firepower to take on the Brotherhood and what’s left of New Cal Republic. So Vegas probably, but lets pray he doesn’t have the launch codes for another nuke”
That kills the conversation dead.
Another hour or so passes before Lucy pulls herself from her funk, catching up with the Ghoul and asking
“How’d you know so much about Vault tech and the Vaults? Do surface people get taught about them? As the Hope for the Future of America?”
His laugh is cruel and cold “No, most people don’t know or care. Those that do think you vault types are cowards and quitters, hiding away under the ground. I know, I’ve been studying them a long time”
“Are you really as old as you said? Pre war?”
“Yup”
“How is that possible?”
He shrugs “Ghoul stuff”
“So, how did you become a ghoul?”
“Caught a load of rads and didn’t die. Got shot, didn’t die. Got old, Didn’t die. No one knows what causes it; Could be in your genes, could be the cocktail of meds you’re on, could just be pure bad luck but if you survive the blast the radiation tans you up like leather. Then most folks, their mind goes pretty fast, you loose all the higher functions until all that’s left is a dried up little walnut that only knows survival, hunger, anger. After that you don’t last long.”
he stares off into the night “But if you can keep your head, keep going, keep it together you can treat the rads, you can keep your senses. But You can never get rid of the rads for good though, else you’ll sicken, waste away and die. They keep you going, so its a constant balancing act.”
Dawn finds them turning North, rounding a mountain the Ghoul insists is called Old Baldy and taking a wide valley that has the remains of several wide freeways and raised roadways, still dotted with the ruins of cars and trucks.
The Ghoul sighs a moment, lost at the sight “Used to love this drive, get the Darrin onto Interstate 15 and just floor it..” he shakes his head, casting off old ghosts. “We need to press on”
They carry on all day at a punishing pace, with only occasional breaks for drinks of unpleasantly warm water, tough jerky and chunks of a loaf of bread the ghoul had scavenged up from somewhere.
Lucy pushes herself as hard as she can as the heat of the day rises. They climb the route up the valley, following the remains of the road. Going up the incline is surprisingly hard work for her, she’s just not used to the surface world being so big and so steep, the ground goes up and down far too much and muscles she thought were fit and well toned in her legs and ass are complaining bitterly.
It’s worth it when they crest the hill and she gets a good look out across the arid desert in the morning light. Hills and Valleys opening out into vast plains of pale beige sand and scrub
As they walk she notices the ground getting uneven, more and more shells of cars and low walls and rubble drowned by the sand. All this was a town as well? The scale of things awes her for a while and she realises the truth in the Ghouls scepticism in her Vault knowledge. Reading about something is good, but actually seeing it in person gives you an entirely different perspective.
Dogmeat suddenly gave a low growl and froze, facing the remains of a nearby row of buildings. The ghoul cocked his revolver and nodded and the dog sped off ahead. Lucy drew her pistol and crouched, looking to the Ghouls for advice. Situations like this she was happy to yield to his experience. He didn’t look happy about it but he gestured for her to go along the low wall and circle left as he went right.
Before she had rounded the wall there was a crash, a gunshot and an animal screech as Dogmeat barked. She climbed the lowest part of the wall to find the Ghoul standing over the corpse of a large hairless mole rat of some kind, fully three feet long.
She looks at it, fascinated and repulsed “That is a remarkable creature. The radiation must have stimulated their growth?”
“I just know they’re big and mean. Good eating on them though. Can’t use the skin or organs, too contaminated, but the meat roasts up nicely.”
She holsters her pistol and goes to walk over to him then stops, looking down at her feet in surprise.
“Wow, the ground here is all bouncy!” she jiggles up and down on the spot, feeling the earth under her feet move. Fascinating. Then it makes a pained creaking noise. She frowns “And making a strange noise”
The Ghoul was crouched over the mole rat, carving off meat and half ignoring her inanity, but his head snaps up at that “Bouncy? What the hell?? Vaultie. Stop. Take two slow steps back. NOW!”
The edge on his voice and ready gun kills all protest in her. This is serious. Dangerous
He shakes his head and mutters “Of course, your vaults all have concrete floors”. Pointing at the ground he explains “OK, important lesson darling. Floorboards. Lot of places up here on the surface had them. The floor is just these thin planks o wood called floorboards held up by a few beams. Under could be just a little gap, could be a crawl space, could be a whole basement room down there.”
Now over the years, those boards get covered over and go rotten so you gotta be careful. You can fall through, like the ground can go right out from under ya. So anytime you see a wall, check the floor.”
he backs off, pistol ready. He can hear things moving under the ground, the sound of paws burrowing “And a lot o things like a dark place to hide or sleep, if you’re not careful you’ll wake em all up”
The Ground Suddenly explodes upward, sending dirt and broken floorboard flying. A wave of enraged mole rats rush out, knife sized yellow rodent incisor teeth bared to bite, followed by a huge man size mole rat with skin covered in glowing green lesions pulls itself out of the hole.
“Broodmother!” The Ghoul shoots from the hip, exploding the head of the first in line into a gorey mist. Slapping the hammer with his left hand he fires again and again, each shot blowing a mole rat clean in half.
Lucy has hardly drawn her gun before a mole rat reaches her, fangs bared to bite, but the Ghoul straightens his arm and his fourth shot hits it in the back, knocking it aside. The momentary distraction gives a mole rat the chance to jump at him, knocking him down on his back. With his left arm he keeps its snapping jaws from his face as he fires his last two rounds up into its belly.
Lucy jumps back, vaulting over the low wall and finally gets her gun in hand. Now her practise pays off, as she drills the last two of the smaller mole rats between the eyes with deadly accuracy.
The Ghoul rolls free and struggles to his feet as Dogmeat baits the Brood mother mole rat, snapping and growling. Keeping the wall between her and the mole rat, Lucy takes a few well aimed shots, making it swing its head in her direction blindly screaming in rage.
The Ghoul draws the lever action rifle on his back, hardly bothering to aim at this distance and pumps three shots into the Broodmother. It bursts with a nauseating odour like rotting fruit, glowing green pus oozing from the wounds.
The Ghoul beckons Lucy to him “Come on, we gotta move. No eating that now and gunfire draws attention.” he starts down the dusty path, casually reloading his revolver “We gotta work on your fast draw”
They trudge on through the heat of the day, through the shattered remains of a town that the desert waste has reclaimed. After the gun fight Lucy felt the numbness lift a little, her heavy heart filling with purpose. She was determined they were going to get answers! Also she realised how sore she was, how her feet ached , her skin itched and her stomach growled with hunger.
Speeding up to draw level with the Ghoul, she asked “I’m exhausted. How do you keep going at this pace?
He shrugged “Ghoul stuff. We don’t really get tired”
“Well, I need to rest soon. We’ve been going a whole day without stopping.”
The Ghoul bared his teeth, sucking in air as he considered. Victorville. Shit. Place was the usual crap, but there was nothing better nearby so it’d have to do. He nodded “OK. few hours more and we’ll be on the East edge o town, we’ll find some shelter, bed down for the night”
“Where even are we? What was this place?”
“Old town called Victorville. There is a settlement called Sand Rock further North but we are gonna avoid that; cant get sidetracked by the usual random bullshit you get in towns. So we’re sticking on your daddy’s trail, heading East“
As the sun starts to set the Ghoul picks out a sheltered spot to set up camp, just a hollow with a few bits of ruined wall that act as windbreaks but Lucy settles down on a rock with a heartfelt sigh. As she takes off her boots and rubs her aching feet the Ghoul drops his bag and starts scavenging round, dragging in bits of wooden plank and scrub brush to build a fire.
He pauses while piling wood into a circle of stones. “You know how to light a fire, sugar?”
She shakes her head “only in theory. Fire in a vault is dangerous”
“then come’ere” he gestures her closer as he selects a short stick and pulls his knife. “it’s all about building it up in stages. A spark or flame to light the tinder, that catches the small stuff, you feed it more bits and twigs then work up to the larger stuff ” He holds up a dry stick he’s been shaving curls of wood off with his knife. “You want to start with light, dry stuff.”
“do we need to make a fire bow? I read about that. You get two sticks and rub them together…” The Ghoul scoffs and produces an old battered zippo lighter. “modern times, modern solutions. A good lighter is a lifesaver” He sparks the lighter up and plays the flame on the feathered stick, watching the flame catch and grow. He cups a leather gloved hand around it to shield it from the wind and crouches to slide it into the base of the pile of wood he’d assembled. The fire catches in the dry brush and soon the camp fire is burning well.
He sets a battered mess tin of water to boil on the stone by the fire and sits down heavily with a sigh.
“while we’re waitin’ lets get you a pack sorted, make you a proper surface girl.”
He draws his sling bag over to his feet and starts rooting through it.
Lucy shuffles closer, drawn by her curiosity. As he starts pulling out ammo belts and gear she realises it must weigh a ton yet he’s been carrying it all day without protest.
“Now, You got a pistol. So here's a couple of holsters. Ammo belt. Spare mags. Bunch of 10mm ammo” he spreads them out on the canvas bag in front of him “you can sort yourself a rig you’re comfortable with” He adds more to the pile. “Got a bunch of other stuff. Utility knife. Canteen. Zippo Lighter. Best to keep the small vital stuff on you, bulky stuff in your pack. Now, when a fight starts, just drop the pack. You don’t need the weight slowing you down when you’re fighting and if you have to run it may be enough to distract em.”
“Looks like you lost your bedroll and your little blue vaultie blanket, so I got you a new one. Mess kit and a Few tins of food as well. Remember if they hiss when you open them its bad. Old news paper. Read it if you want then pad your boots with it. Saves blisters”
he holds up an old military green ammo can “Now this was a lucky find. Genuine unopened ammo can, 200 rounds of 10mm. Lucky before the bombs went off we were on a war footing and we made a lot of 10mm
Whenever you get ammo, be very careful. Check it over for corrosion, leaks, water damage. If its been stored in its air tight can it'll last hundreds of years fine. Out in the air and damp it’ll degrade over time. And you always have to look out for people reloading old brass. Never know what you’ll get.
“That’s why i prefer a revolver, wont jam. if the rounds a dud i just pull the trigger and shoot the next.” He pats the huge cannon on his hip. “so I found you a Back up piece”.He produces a Little snub nosed revolver, almost like a toy in his hands “Smith an Wesson .32. barrel cut right down, sights and hammer filed so it won’t snag when you draw it.” He runs a thumb over the end of the barely inch long barrel, where a previous owner had cut a notch across it. “Keep it in a pocket you can get too easy. Only use it up close, point blank. Now 32 aint got much punch so if you have to use it just keep pulling the trigger til they’re dead then you grab their gun”
She takes the gun and looks at it numbly, then stows it in a pocket. “Thanks”.
He goes back to tending the fire as she takes off her gun belt and starts trying combinations of the holsters and belts until she finds one that sits right on her hip. The ghoul is breaking hard tack biscuits and jerky into the boiling water with a few dried beans and some salt from a twist of paper in his pocket.
She sits watching the firelight and disassembles her Classic 10mm pistol by feel, hands moving from memory. Action moved alright, felt a little gritty but the parts were all there. The slide is worn and the springs are slack but if old ammo is lower power that should be no problem. The Ghoul watches her reassemble the gun without really looking, hands sliding parts together while she glanced from the fire to him and down at the gun.
“hmm, Someone has done her basic training and P.M.C.S. Teach you that in the vault?”
She looks at the gun “Sure. everyone should know how to do Preventative Maintenance Checks and Services. You were in the Army, before, weren’t you?
He huffs and looks into the fire a long moment then answers “Marines.”
Dividing the warm mush like stew he’d made into two portions he hands her one and sits to shovel his into his mouth with relish. Lucy rummages in the pile of equipment at her feet and to her surprise finds a battered spoon. The mush is warm and not as foul as most of the things she’s eaten on the surface, so she eats it without really tasting it. Finally she puts the tin down with a clatter and scowls at the Ghoul
“Why are you being nice to me?”
He looks up, surprised at the anger in her voice. “Whut?”
“You shot my dad. I should be mad at you for that, but I was tempted to do it myself, which is a terrible thing to say. Now we are both after him, so we should work together, but I’m still mad at you. You! You dunked me in a poison river and fucked me senseless! I got radiation poisoning and almost died!? Look!”
She gets up and stands in front of him, unbuckling her belt. With an angry jerk she pulls her vault suit down to mid thigh, displaying a denuded pubic mound covered in angry red welts and rough stubble to him by the flickering firelight
“all my pubic hair fell out!! and your weird radioactive cum ruined my last pair of clean underwear!
He stares in mute astonishment at her hairless pussy she’s shoving in his face. It does look red and angry, those rad sores must itch like crazy. And its the sweetest, plumpest mound he’s seen in a long time. He looks up at her face and shrugs “Why? Frankly i didn’t care then. I just wanted a little stress relief and you were an available hole, figured I’d have to trade you or kill you soon anyway, may as well have fun”
“And what, you care now?”
He looks away and spits into the fire so she continues. “Well if this hole is going to be available again we need to have some words about consent.. and we are going to need condoms and Rad-X or something before we fuck again. Though I doubt We'll find usable pre-war condoms left up here. We definitely need a barrier, your cum was radioactive! I’m not swallowing that, ever.”
“Fuck again? You want more? You want to have sex? And how the hell do you know about condoms? You’re a vault breeder girl, shouldn’t you be all about getting knocked up?.
She puts her hands on her hips, rage in full slow “Why not? Why shouldn’t we have sex? We've a long way to go together, its a good way to get to know you. And last time was good so of course I'm eager for more.”
“What about your shining knight in the Brotherhood?”
“Max? He means well but Fucking him? Max is a clueless virgin, the wide eye innocence and fumbling would be like going back to cousin fucking in the vault. I’ve found i prefer a more mature kind of man, someone who knows what he’s doing and knows what he likes. You could say its Daddy issues but its more that you’re always honest with me, treat me like a grown woman and certainly fuck me like one. I’ve found that honesty is rare up here.” she gestures at the pile of equipment “I've got some more rope so you can tie me up if that’s the way you get off? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’m not kink shaming.”
“Hey! Its not a kink, just a handy skill. I'm a cowboy, vaultie.”
“Well i heard the saying was 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy'? She grins, suddenly eager
“Later girl. Damn, You always so horny?”
“Always. I'm given to believe its perfectly normal for a healthy young woman my age, you just don’t see it up here as most people are scared, dehydrated, malnourished or rad poisoned in some way. I’ve heard that kills your sex drive a lot. So, Yes, of course I want to have more sex! It was great! I’ve not come like that since my wedding night and that husband tried to kill me!
“Hold on, what now? Husband? You were married?”
She shrugs “Yes, well, for a few hours. He turned out to be a raider for Moldover and he stabbed me in the kitchenette” She turns her hip to show the scar in her side, an irregular puckered seam of angry red flesh. Stim packs work fast with mix of pain killers, tissue regenerators and stimulants but the results are not neat.
“My father hit him in the head with a shovel and drowned him in a barrel of pickles”
“Sounds a real nice guy”
“It was an arranged marriage between vaults. I know that’s not the way they used to do it, before the war. You are married, aren’t you? you asked my father where your wife was?”
“Ex wife. Yeah. I was married, once... but we got divorced just before the bombs dropped. She’s in a Vault somewhere out there, I hope.”
“So that’s why you’re hunting vaults? And yes, condoms are a thing in the vaults, how else would we still have sex when we didn’t have permission to get pregnant?”
“Permission?”
“Yes, a vault can only house a set number of people so you need population control. Condoms help that, plus you can do it, well, back there, you know, without getting stuff on it. Safest method of birth control”
She points at her ass
“Anal? Holy smokes! They taught you about anal sex in vault Sex Ed class?”
She blushes a little, she can’t believe she’s baring her soul as much as her pubic area “
Well, it was Not on the official curriculum but informally it was advised we all practice for it just in case our husbands liked it. Its a useful stand by on your time of the month, oral can only get you so far. And that’s right out, I am definitely not swallowing your radioactive load.”
The Ghoul looks up at her in wonder “I swear the weirdest stuff comes out of your mouth, girl. It’s crazy how You have the sweetest face and say the most perverted things. How would you even practise that?”
“Well, Our vaults main crop is corn...”
He looks at her blankly for a moment then the penny drops “A corn cob?” The image of Lucy lying naked on her back, legs in the air, fucking herself in the ass with a corn cob dildo springs into his mind. “What, did they lube it up with ersatz butter or axle grease?”
“pipe grease usually, you don’t waste artificial butter style product in your butt!” The mental image of Lucy’s face lost in orgasmic bliss as she pounded a corn cob into her well greased asshole has made him suddenly, painfully erect.
She smiles absent mindedly, thinking back to simpler times “We used to practise if we had any free time, being able to come from anal is a skill to be proud of!” She gives him a lopsided grin “Got to keep your man happy!”
“You can do that?”
“If we can find some of that decontamination gel maybe I'll show you”
“Girl, you are something else. But for now that looks angry and raw” He gestures at her crotch
“I try not to scratch at it, that’s impolite. But it does itch like crazy”
“Means it’s healing, Lets have a look.”
From a pocket of his duster he produced a battered round flat boot polish tin. Popping it open released a pleasant herbal scent Lucy had never smelt before, coming from a green paste of mashed up vegetation.
“Blood leaf, thistle and aloe” The Ghoul explains as he takes his hat off and sets it aside. Then He tugged off his gloves, finger by finger, and set them in his hat.
With her standing bare ass naked right in front of him its easy for him to reach out and wrap an arm around her, gripping one cheek of her ass and pulling her close, making her shuffle as her vault suit was around her knees
“Hey!” she protested, but couldn’t easily pull away. “What!?”
Holding her firmly he leans in and kisses the angry red sore on her belly. Taking two fingers of the herbal paste he starts to smooth it over the angry red scabs.
She moans softly “Ooooh that feels good. All tingly”
“Its a healing salve. Not as quick as a stim pack but better for skin damage.”
She stroked his bald head, surprised His fingers were surprisingly gentle as he rubbed the paste in with slow circles. His touch made her muscles tense in anticipation as he worked lower. Was he going to?
“Want me to carry on?’ She smiled. Guess the comment about consent hit home. And Golly that made her horny. “Please do.”
She quivered as he placed a soft kiss at the top of her slit, gasping as his hot breath followed by the coolness of the paste, gripping onto his head with both hands as the medicated tingle spread as he started to rub it in, parting her lips and teasing the hard little nub of her clit. His tongue starts to lick and tease as his fingers work down, salve mixing with her own juices as he rubs them over the sores.
“Oh yes!” she moans, grinding her hips forward to push on his fingers. He chuckles and makes her gasp as he slides those two fingers into her, curving them to stroke inside her. His tongue works in slow strokes on her clit, one side them the other, slick saliva and firm pressure giving her tingles of pleasure.
His other hand releases her buttock long enough to dip a finger into the salve and returns, parting her cheeks enough that he can slip just the tip of his finger in her asshole. She shivers at the feeling of penetration, the tingle of the salve and the warm thrill as he works it round in a slow circle.
“Oh Fuck!” She moans, thighs shaking as he keeps licking. She wants to lie back and spread her legs for him, really get him in deep but he’s holding her upright, teasing her and controlling her at the same time.
Damn he’s loving being in charge of her. She feels the knot in her tighten, swelling as she’s near release.
“More, please, More! I’m so close!” She grips his bald head with both hands, pushing his face into her groin as her whole body tenses, an explosion of pleasure making her shudder, she can feel her body grip onto his probing fingers and that keeps the waves of pleasure echoing back and forth.
She sighs and slumps forward, stroking his bald head. “you are SO evil”
He laughs softly, slipping the fingers from her rad burned pussy with a grin. “But you like it”
She hitches her suit up a bit and slumps to the ground next to him “yes, I do”. She leans against him and closes her eyes, basking in the aftershocks. “That was incredible.”
He wipes his fingers off on a rag and chuckles “I couldn’t resist having a taste” he throws his blanket around his shoulders and tucks her under his arm. “Still think it’s a good way to get to know me?”
“Oh, definitely” She nods, mock serious. “I know you’re skilled in herbalism, anatomy and have impressive oral technique” She runs a finger over his chin, which is still slick with her juices “A bit of a messy eater but otherwise well equipped” She runs her hand over his groin, pleased to find how hard he is.
“I can’t offer much more than a hand job now, but I can’t let you go on without some release, that wouldn’t be fair.”
“sounds good to me” He leans back as she unbuckles his belts, freeing the leathery scarred mass of his erection.
Her eyes go wide in the firelight “Oh wow. No wonder it felt so big!” She pauses, assessing how to go on then grins a cheeky little smile. Slipping her hand down between her legs she slides her fingers between her slippery pussy lips, getting them slick with her juices. She lifts her hand up to show him the slick on them then wraps her fingers around him member and starts pumping up and down. The Ghoul makes a gutteral groan and leans back, eyes half closed, enjoying the sensation. She leans in, face to face, and licks the slippery mess on his jaw, pecking little kisses as her hand gripped tighter
“Fuck” he groaned, ancient leathery balls pulling up tight. He thought about all the nights he’d had alone, all the good times he’d had so long ago, then he pulled all that back and concentrated on this night, this soft, sweet, sex crazed girl giving him the hand job of the century. “Ah Fuckit” he rasped and grabbed her by the back of the head, fingers gripping in her hair as he pulled her up for a rough kiss. As his lips found hers he found she didn’t start or pull away, instead she almost melted into him, her body pressing to his as she kissed him back with an ardour he’d not had since long before all this. She never even missed as stroke as she moaned with longing as his tongue slid into her mouth and as his cum shot out in a pearlescent green jet she kept on pumping, then gripped the base and cupped his balls until he’s shot the lot.
He hugged her close as he gathered his composure, she was just resting her head on his chest, smiling contentedly, happy at a job well done. He gives her the rag to wipe his jizz off her hand and she cleans off carefully
“your ejaculate is pretty radioactive, you know? Can ghouls even have kids? You just gave me radiation poisoning”
“Rest assured after all this time i know I'm firing blanks honey. And if you got radaway you should be fine, chelating agents are real good at getting the rads in your blood out. what you have to fear is the physical fallout, if small particles of alpha and beta emitters get inside your body its a slow and painful death cooked from the inside out” He strokes her hair with surprising gentleness. “From the way the fuzz is growing back on this sweet little peach of yours you should heal just fine”
She snuggles closer under his arm “that’s good to know”
He looks into the fire, thoughtfully, then laughs to himself. “I need to find me some radaway and an enema nozzle, I'm eager to find out if all that anal practise you did paid off”
He looks down but she’s already sliding off into sleep, the fatigue catching up with her.
As Lucy falls asleep she can’t help wondering about this Ghoul. He may be a killer and a brute but strangely she feels safe knowing anything will have to get through him to get to her. Is he her guardian or is she his girl? How does this dynamic work?
Only time will tell
notes.
Detoxing salve is a medical consumable that was cut from Fallout 76.
It Came from Outer Space (1953) was filmed in Victorville and the surrounding desert;
Victorville served as the setting for the fictional town of "Sand Rock, Arizona".
The .32 pistol is a relatively weak, hinge framed, top break revolver that is featured in Fallout Shelter.