Tales From the Wastes
A/N: This parody is based on the fact...Dogmeat has an unlimited number of puppies! It's like, omg Dogmeat, take it easy! Lol! I'm jk. Anyway, enjoy.
Chapter 3: Dogmeat the Pimp
The Lone Wanderer had absolutely no idea where he was. He was wandering through a flashy-looking building. he then stopped suddenly and turned around when he saw a clusters of shadows on the wall. Then he saw Dogmeat, only he was sitting like a human and had at least a dozen female dogs surrounding him.
"...Dogmeat?" The Lone Wanderer said unsure of whether this was really his companion or not.
"Damn straight, Biiiotch!" Dogmeat said.
The Lone Wanderer's eyes widened in shock upon hearing Dogmeat talk. "Dogmeat...did you just...?" He asked.
"Damn straight I talked, Biiiotch!" dogmeat said. " 'Dis 'mah pad! 'Dese 'mah hoes!-" Dogmeat began pointing from the walls of the flashy building to the female dogs surrounding him.
Just then, one of the female dogs grabbed his paw with hers, if that's even possible, and put them to her stomach. " ...And these, baby, these are your puppies!" She said.
"Yeah!" The rest of the female dogs said pointing to their own respective stomachs.
"Oh Shiiiiiit!" Dogmeat said.
"Ahh!" The Lone Wanderer yelled out coming back into consciousness. He looked around. He was inside of Vault 106, he'd obviously slipped into some sort of hallucination due to the gas leak. He stood up and noticed Dogmeat standing next to him.
"Dogmeat, you're not a pimp, and you can't talk!" The Lone Wanderer yelled at suddenly at the dog.
The dog just cocked his head to the side and stared at him.
The Lone Wanderer sighed. "C'mon boy, let;s get out of this place...it's really starting to get to me..." He said walking down the hallway and Dogmeat faithfully following. Just then Dogmeat turned his head around and grinned randomly as if there were an audience.
End! Lol thanks for reading!