AN: Hey all, after finishing Nuka-World I got this idea in my head. The main character is not gonna be the sole survivor but will be making some of their decisions. Also this is sorta futa, by which I mean the protag is gonna be male but have a feminine appearance, kinda like a happy middle ground. And finally this story is gonna mainly focus on lemons so nothing too deep. Well that's it so sit back and enjoy the fic.
It was a fine day in nuka-town U.S.A. as I woke to the lovely smell of roses with the gentle rays of the sun touching my cheek and of course the embrace of my one true love cuddled into my chest...yeah okay I was bullshitting you. What I actually woke to was the gnarly smell of burnt tires and rusted metal floating up into air from the depraved city below my "ivory" tower. The sun was not gently touching me but in reality was roasting my skin due to the lack of ozone layer on this forsaken planet, and yes you guessed it I was not being gently embraced by a lovely woman who loved me for my "soul", or whatever the hell a synth has. Rather I was being violently ridden by a grimey woman who appeared to be wearing a mask that looked like a child's interpretation of a deer. Admittedly it's design was far better than some of the other members of "The Pack" have managed to make. However my mind was far from that now and more on the crazy woman who not only managed to sneak into Fizz top mountain but also keep me asleep long enough to strip both of us and mount me. On the brighter side it was quite enjoyable.
"Ugh fuck yeah! C'mon give it to me alpha fuck my cunt hard"
Well she was definitely a raider if there was any doubt about it, only they would mistake foul language as sexy talk. She was malnourished, skin covered in all kinds of dirt and grime, but I was able tell her skin was fairly tan. Her body was curvy enough to enjoy to look at and with breast that were small but still rather nice. I gave into my desires and I decided to play along by grabbing onto her hips and help with the forceful slamming of her rather hairy pussy onto my clean shaven prick. With my help her bounces were making some rather loud and wet sounds that were not only pleasing to my ears but to my dick as well.
"Oof ugh, about time you joined in asshole I was beginning to think you were asleep or some shit"
Let it be known that the pack did not have the reputation of being the "smartest" gang in Nuka-World.
"It just so happened I was which begs the question, how in the hell did you get in here?"
"Oh shit, so that was just me talking to myself? Eh who gives a fuck let's just keep fucking"
She didn't even know I was awake, in a more modern world that would have been called rape, but this world is far from modern. Rather than linger on that thought I got back into the steamy session with the mystery raider. As my hands held onto her hips her hands grabbed onto my short dirty blond hair. She grinded onto my cock recklessly grunting hard with each thrust.
"ugh...oof...err...yeah...fucking harder!"
At this point I could tell she was only really here to get herself off so I let go of her hips and opted to just lie there, not that she could tell the difference. Most raider women were selfish lovers, whenever I got them off they had a habit of just taking off. I was never angry though, what they did was not much different from what my original owners did.
"Hey you asshole stop half-assing it and take some fucking initiative"
Wow big word coming from a raider, "initiative", I wonder if she even knew she was using it right. Regardless I feel that I should reward her for actually uttering a word that wasn't just another swear. I reached up and grabbed onto her shoulders flipping her onto her back. I wasn't going to hold back so I grabbed onto her hips and started thrusting hard into her while keeping a rhythm. My dick slid in and out of her sleeve with ease making a slick sound each time it went in.
"Fuck...ahh..oh yeah...almost there!"
In contrast to what she said I was nowhere near close to cumming, but thanks to my unique body structure I can will myself to cum when she did. I lifted her body slightly, grabbing onto her round ass, and started thrusting with little care for rhythm just focusing on getting the woman to cum.
"Oh oh right there fuck yeah!"
And like that she came and I followed bottoming out into her, my cum spilling out of her hairy pussy. Not the most enjoyable wake up sex I've ever had, although I have had much worse so I guess she can feel good about that. I rolled off of her as she laid there panting with that same stupid deer mask still staring at me, so I promptly ripped it off. The face underneath was not would one call pretty but she wasn't ugly either, perhaps she'd look better if she didn't have makeup on that looked like she was trying going to a Halloween party. Her hair was a type of mohawk with one side long and to the side. She turned to me with a large grin while I just gave her one of indifference, I didn't know raiders enjoyed pillow talk.
"Fucking christ that was good, you know when the others told me you were good I thought they were full of shit. In fact that's why I shot that stupid whore Patty in the mouth, but fuck was she right you're some kind of real alpha."
"You fools didn't kill another one of your own did you?"
I gave her a steely gaze and she gave me a look of confusion.
"What? No I didn't fucking kill her I just shot her in the jaw, if I killed every stupid whore that ran their mouth in the pack we would probably be down to just Mason and five other people."
"Right, well tell her you're sorry and get the fuck out of my room"
"Fuck that! the others would beat my ass if they saw me apologizing to that bitch"
"Fine then just get the fuck out of my room and let me change"
The female raider shrugged and proceeded to pick up her stupid deer mask and put on her furry undergarments, one of the many ridiculous outfits the raiders of Nuka-World donned. The lady raider finished dressing and put her deer mask back on flexing her sore muscles, I would be lying if I said I didn't think she had a good looking behind, it was round and healthy quite visible in the the tight shorts she wore.
"Well thanks for letting me use your dick boss, my names Queenie by the way, call for me if you ever want a piece of my ass again"
Queenie? Strange name for a raider especially one from the pack, usually those idiots used names like Wolf or Biter to makes themselves sound tuff. But that was quite a name for a woman who has probably skinned an animal with her bare hands, maybe I would call for her in the future. However at the moment I just wanted her out of my sight so I can get dressed and eat.
"I don't care just get out of my site and tell Mason that I'm coming to see him later today"
"Jeez fine asshole I'll go, and I'm not telling Mason shit last guy you sent to Mason made him fight a Yao-gui…with a pipe "
I rolled my eyes at the disrespect one of my minions gave me, as far as I've come with these people they still act like I'm the one that's supposed to serve them. Clearly the title of "Overboss" was an ironic one and was just the label the raiders put on the person they wanted to do all the work for them. It pisses me off knowing that Nisha, Mags and Mason were playing king in their comfortable little castles while I'm out taking over territories in the Commonwealth. Getting shot, stabbed and scratched just to come home to all three leaders giving me back talk and demanding more territory. Like Nisha and her not so subtle threats.
"The disciples haven't got some new territory in awhile 'boss', you know people who cross us don't live for very long, just a reminder"
Mason and his stupid attempts to come off as some tough primal man, when in reality he just sounded like a grown man howling like an idiot.
"The Pack needs new resting grounds 'boss', you know maybe you're not as strong we thought, maybe Nuka-World needs a new alpha"
And last but not least was Mags, honestly Mags' threats were probably the nicest of the three, but the fact that they were still threats pissed me off.
" It's been awhile since the operators got an opportunity to make some caps 'boss', I for one love caps but who am I to get in the way of your decisions "
Maybe it was time they gave back, some way to repay my generosity. Underneath all that armor, grime and blood Nisha took care of herself quite well, and Mags was quite clean and curvy for a raider girl. My surveillance cameras get quite a lot of footage of both women. However that can wait for later, at the moment I'm cold, dirty, and hungry.
Later that day…
The female raider had made her way back to her pen of animals so I made my way to my bathroom. I cleaned up my lithe body of all the dirt, blood and grime of the previous day. The way I was made was to please both sexes so you wouldn't know I was male unless you saw my genitals. Even my face was feminine as my makers settled to give me the appearance of an androgynous twenty year old, assholes. I was kept at the height of an average woman, as not to make me threatening whatsoever. They made my hair dirty blonde, a color that would sell more than any model according to my makers. I had it cut into the style the locals call the 'alpha male', silly name for a haircut as all it did was make my sex even harder to pin down. Damn those fucking egg heads, giving me this weak appearance only made it harder to run these savages. No one respects you when they think you're a young girl who wandered into your den.
As I stepped out of the bath my tiny body glistening in the morning sun, it felt good. I looked for the one piece of clothing I owned, a tattered courser uniform. I don't know why I kept the thing, I was never a courser, in fact my job was pretty below standard even for a regular worker synth. Maybe it was just wishful thinking...like the talks I had with Eve.
Two years ago…
The cafeteria of the institute was quiet at night, really the only people awake at this time were the gen 1s and 2s as they worked around the clock. The occasional gen 3 would come down to the main level to run a quick errand for their owner. Personal synths were a new trend so there were a lot more gen 3s coming at all hours of the night recently. It bothered me none as it was the only time when a synth was allowed to sit and 'eat' with a 'friend'. Not needing to eat I just chose what ever paste looked and tasted the best. My only 'friend', if synths could have friends, was Eve the only other synth I could open up to. Currently we were both seated at the cafeteria tables 'eating' one of the institutes 'delicious' food packets.
"So just as Dr. Ayo was about to yell at me again for dropping his coffee Liam steps right in front of him and yells 'Ayo why don't you shut your mouth', it was quite amusing. It gave me a feeling in a deep part of my chest, I can't really explain it's, almost as if for a moment Liam really was my son. What do you think it was K2?"
"Hmm do you think Mr Binet or his son could have fiddled with your programming while you were sleeping, made you more susceptible to such actions?"
Eve looked confused and maybe even a little hurt as she looked down at her food. I hope I didn't make her feel bad I hate whenever I make her feel bad.
"That's possible, Mr. Binet has been quite distant so maybe I wasn't acting like he thought I should, maybe I should start acting like those women I read about in those pre-war magazines. How to be a homemaker sounded interesting"
I've read those magazines Eve is talking about, they're nothing but nonsense telling women to wear big ugly hair and have home cooked meals ready by twelve. They weren't going to teach her anything about being a better mother or wife. Besides I liked Eve the way she was.
"Don't do that Eve, maybe I'm wrong, maybe Mr. Binet didn't mess with your programming, it could just be a glitch, maybe you just need to do a diagnostics test. Either way I'm sure you're fine"
Eve's expression did a complete one-eighty and she looked happy again, I loved when I made her happy.
"Thank you that's reassuring, I can always count on you to make me happy. Anyway enough about me how are your duties K2? Oh! I'm sorry are they even still calling you K2?"
K2-78 that's my designation number, my owner has yet to give me a name like Eve, but how I wish she would stop stalling and just pick one.
"My duties are the same as ever, and yes I still go by K2, she still hasn't deemed it necessary to give me a name"
"Oh I'm sorry about that...t-tell me does she still make you do those tests?"
Eve was giving me a knowing look, she knew the answer to her question she just wanted to hear me answer her.
"Yes she still makes me do the tests, I ask her why seeing as these experiments aren't even important to her department, but apparently this is a pet project of hers. I have a suspicion she's just trying to make a business out of it but that's just speculation"
"Oh I'm sorry about that, maybe she'll stop running them soon enough, you know those scientists they just got to make sure everything is one hundred and one percent perfect"
Eve let out that small giggle of hers which caused me to laugh as well, everything about her was so infectious I couldn't help it. We talked for a good amount of time about random topics, being stay at home synths the only world we knew about was what we saw in holo-recordings or in books, the institute intranet was off limits to us. We talked so much that I didn't realize it was already morning and scientists began to come down for breakfast. I saw neither Eve's owner nor my own so I thought this was the perfect time to ask her a question that's been bugging me for awhile now.
"Eve perhaps later when everyone turns in for the night you'd like to... try some coffee with me, I heard that they programmed the gen 1s to recreate something called slocum joe's donuts. Supposedly they were traditionally eaten with coffee"
Eve gave me a strange look, like she was thinking my proposal over but it could have also been one of disgust. My chest was doing something strange, almost similar to the feeling Eve told me of earlier, however this feeling was panicky almost fearful. However just as I was about to self destruct Eve gave her response.
"Of course I'd love to try this new food with you, you are my only friend you know K2"
Eve's response filled me with delight,truly genuine happiness, like nothing could ruin this moment.
"K2, what are you doing down here!"
I felt a sense of dread at that voice, the voice that meant it was time for my daily duties. It was my owner Rosalind Orman, a very bright young scientist who was a little too eager to dip her fingers in all kinds of experiments that came across her mind.
"K2 I wake up and you're not where I told you to sit what would've happened to the schedule if I didn't find you in time hmm?"
Rosalind gave me a scolding look to make sure that I knew she was displeased with my actions, deep down inside I wanted to shoot her a look back but my programing didn't allow me to do anything but comply.
"I'm sorry madam, what is it you request me to do today?"
"Hmm, well I was going to take you down here for your daily meal but I can see you already ate so we can just skip to your first assignment"
I steadied myself perhaps she wasn't going to send me to a too horrible or strange situation
"You're going to entertain the Thompsons today, both Janet and Enrico, at the same time. Do you think you can to take notes afterwards?"
I sighed in defeat, once again how I wish I could refuse her request but I had no choice to comply.
"Yes madam I can do that, shall I report to you when I'm done?"
"Yes you shall, alright I'm needed elsewhere, Eve nice to see you this morning shouldn't you get back to Alan before he wakes up?"
"Yes madam I was just leaving, take care K2"
I waved goodbye to Eve as she headed home only to have Rosalind gently shove me to get going to the Thompsons' residence. No doubt they had sent their children out at the exact time I was supposed to meet them so I should hurry. As I made my way to the stairs I couldn't stop thinking about how coffee with Eve would be tonight, perhaps all this degrading work would be worth it to have some alone time with her.
Present Time…
I stepped onto the elevator that led from the top of Fizz Top to the slums below. I wouldn't call the sight of the rusted Nuka-World beautiful but it was still nice to have a view on the way down regardless of how good it looked. The sight at the that greeted me was absolutely abhorrent, it seems the gangs had a squabble and a large pile of bodies was burning on a barge in the middle of the tiny man made lake. The sight offended my eyes, nose, and I'm sure If I touched the bodies it would have felt disgusting as well.
"Disgusting fucking sight isnt it? I knew these fucking degenerates wouldn't clean up their mess by the time you came down"
I turned my gaze to see one of my least favorite people in this God forsaken park. Porter Gage was what most people called my "right hand man", someone who informs me of only the most important problems and someone I can confide in. In reality I knew him as the asshole who got me stuck in this horrible situation of being the "overboss" of nuka world. While some may say he saved my life by giving me a way to kill Colter he was all too eager to elect me as the new king the of apes. I turned to Colter giving him a nasty look.
"What exactly led to this delightful sight Gage, did another one of these fools get their feelings hurt again?!"
"Not exactly but close enough. You see the pack has been acting a little uppity lately on account of all that new territory the operators got. So one of the pack starts yelling and getting the others riled up, one thing leads to another and next thing you know there's a full on brawl between a dozen on both gang's side. Nisha was pissed it was happening on her front lawn so she sent her whole gang to shut them up"
After Gage explains the stupid actions of the gangs I looked back towards the barge. It sure looked like Nisha's handiwork seeing as most of the bodies were displayed to look like they were having a BBQ. I shook my head in disgust, sadly enough this is what some considered art in this hell hole. Gage was staring at me expectantly, waiting to see if I wanted to do anything about the situation.
"Please send a messenger to both gangs that the next time they break out into a fight over stupidity I'm not only going to give the disciples more territory but give them their territories as well"
Gage simply shrugged at the idea, he probably didn't think it was a good plan but he wasn't going to disagree with the boss. Done with this conversation I made may to the backside of my mountain, where a den of disgusting degenerates made their nest. Gage, curious of what I was doing, had to know where I was headed.
"And where exactly are you off to?"
"Going to tell Nisha thanks"
"Ha! really? That sounds like a piss poor thing to tell one of those freaks"
"That's why me and her are gonna talk in private"
AN: I wanted to get more into the raiders side of the wasteland, they are one of the most consistent things throughout the fallout series. That's all I got for now so leave me some good feedback on what you ghouls and gals want to see more of in the future. More sex, less sex, no sex, little bit of sex, I'll take your words into consideration. Until next time.