Summary: A touching tale of The Lone Wanderer and her slave Charon, what starts as simply a physical need blossoms into a startling tale of two star crossed lovers. VERY DETAILED—don't like, don't read.
A/N: All word choices are intentional. I do not own Fallout, I wish I did, but I don't. The chapter is short—I know-but I will be posting more pretty fast, so stay tuned!
I, the Lone Wanderer, walked slowly through the Capital Wasteland with my stray dog, aptly named Dog Meat, trotting along beside me. I felt the radiated breeze ruffling my hair as I walked towards my house in Megaton. As I reached my doorway I chucked at what surprises lie in wait.
I pushed open the rickety door, my eyes glossing over all of my prized possessions of mutated legs, arms, and skulls from the gore bags I won killing Super Mutants. Then finally my eyes find what they have been looking for, my man-slave, Charon.
He is lying on the floor, still wearing his filthy clothes from last night. I picked up a heavy mutated leg and threw it on him roughly with all my strength. As the mutated leg struck his sleeping body he cried out, "HARDER!"
I raised a eyebrow a smirk spreading across my face, "Any details you want to share with me about your dream Charon?" Sitting up now, he cast his eyes downward, "No mi-"As soon as he started saying that word I sent him a fiery glance. "I mean m-master". I chuckled to myself hearing the anguish in his voice, knowing how much he hated that word.
This scene reminded me of when I first obtained my delicious man slave, Charon