Goodsprings. Finally you and Belladonna made it to the small town. Every now and again your family would come down to trade, but you never came down, your ma seeing that you were the only person besides her with a whole head and told you to watch the homestead. But here you where. You started to go down, but you soon realized that the folks there might not be so okay with a deathclaw on their front steps. Turning, "Hey Bell, I think that its best that you stay here for a bit, alright?" you suggest. Bella simple stared, head slightly tilted, but proceeded to lay down near a tree, signalling her cooperation. You sigh in relief and continue to Goodsprings.
Upon coming down, you were confronted by a robot of sorts at the entrance. "Well howdy there, friend! The name's Victor, pleasure to meet ya. What brings you to good ol' Goodsprings?" 'Victor' asked. He seemed to stand on only one wheel, like unicycle, and had a picture of a cowboy on the screen in his chest. "Well I came to see if I could some help here. I left home recently and it would be so kind if your peoples could help", you replied. "Hmm, I couldn't say for sure, but maybe Trudy or Sunny can probably set you in the right direction. Trudy's the mayor and bartender at the prospector saloon. Sunny Smiles is the town guard, so if ya need help with a gun, she can work wonders in my opinion." Victor rambled, turning towards and going to town. You guessed that he expected you to follow, so you did.
Taking you to the saloon, Victor dropped you off at the front door. "So that's how the little pigs killed the big bad wolf. Oh, we're here. Well, hope you can get some help from either Trudy or Sunny. Have a good evening partner." Victor said before heading away without another word. Your head was mentally whooped, thanks to Victor the robot's talk. Nonetheless, you walked into the prospector saloon. When you entered, you were at once greeted by a growling, and angry looking, dog. It's teeth were bare and hair on the back standing. You took one step back, but that only seemed to pull a pin. "Cheyenne stay. Don't worry, she won't bite, unless I tell her to." a voice called from the other room. The hound immediately went passive, sitting in front of you and panting with her tongue out. You continued into the bar, keeping a distance from Cheyenne. When you came through, the first thing that caught your eye were the two young ladies in the room. One was of Hispanic descent, as by her skin tone, with brown hair and eyes, and a appearance of leather armor. The other was Caucasian with red hair and green eyes in a classic American dress and jacket. "Hey there, names Sunny, Sunny Smiles." The first female said, her hand out for a shake. You were nervous, of course. It's not like you hadn't seen any other girl besides your mom, but you still had no real experience with them. Hell, if you handle Belladonna, this couldn't be that hard. "Nice to meet you Sunny." you reply, taking her hand. "So what brings a fella like you here in Goodsprings?" she asked with a interested smile. "My friend and I came down here looking for some supplies, nothing too big you know", "Well I'm sorry to say but unfortunately we've had a run in with some legionaires, if you know the name you know what the problem is." Sunny went on.
Sunny went on to explain that not long ago some legionnaires recently started to come up this way. Although the NCR was fighting damn right and good, Caesar's Legion still had power. She identified the alpha of the group to be an Anol Tite. Apparently, Anol was doing pretty well in a strip of the East, but the NCR started to rain hell on their group, so they all went up North a bit and found Goodsprings. The town was well off ever since a 'courier' of sorts left, with Ringo and Sunny and a couple of volunteers, but the Legion gang decided to just caught them off from the caravans and traders. This meant that Goodsprings was running low on pretty much everyhting, save water from a nearby pump. "So yeah, can't help you much until Anol's gang is gone", Sunny sadly confirmed. You thought for a minute, taking this all in. Sunny made it clear earlier that there were only a few of them, thanks to the NCR. So maybe, just maybe, you and Belladonna could lend a hand. "Hey Sunny, what if I told you that I may just be able to help this town?" you ask. "I'd be as happy as a fed yao guai. However...no offense, but I don't really see a fighter in ya. Sorry.", Sunny admitted. Ouch. It kind of hit you, but just grazed by. At that moment a man came running it, "Ringo? What wrong?" asked the other lady at the bar, who you guessed was the mayor, Trudy. "It's Anol and his gang! They're back, and this time they mean business." Ringo exclaimed. Looking at Sunny, you could see the hate on her face, "Damnit, and I thought the last time was business. I hope you can help us out stranger. Here, catch.", Sunny said, handing you a 9mm pistol. You checked out the handgun, admiring its fitting edge.
You took a position outside the prospector saloon with Ringo by your side. "Hope you stay true to that deal with Sunny you had, kid.", Trudy whispered. Ringo and an older man with a bald head and beard took the left, while a few others had the right, leaving you and Sunny and Trudy in the middle. You looked out to the front road and could see them. Seven all together, with one ahead of them all. 'That must be Anol Tite.', you thought. And you would have guessed right. Coming closer into view, you could see he was an young man, maybe twenty-three Caucasian. He was dressed in the traditional legion wear, padded plates over an undershirt and a kilt with a covered face. When the horde was close enough, Anol Spoke. "Attention Goodsprings! We, of the infamous Legion, have come to conquer your little settlement and establish a new home.", "Fuck off Anol", Trudy said, "These here are my people and my town, so I won't hear anymore of your bullshit tonight!" "Now now, Trudy dear, we only wish to continue the hubris of man. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to take my time with the terms and services." Anol took a small, worn out sheet of paper from his bandana. "Ah hum, all residence of Goodsprings will be hereby property of Caesar's Legion. Men, women, and children will serve as slaves. They will obey, follow, and live the Legion life. Goodsprings will be the newest addition to the Legion. Any and all resistance will be met with death and pain. We hope you all cooperate well." Anol the legionnaire finished. The town erupted in shouts, threats, and defiance. "Like hell, Anol! None of us are going down without a fight!" Sunny hollered. Anol's head turned, quickly hearing his name. This angered him. No one, unless superior to him, used his name. And there was no way soon to be slaves were getting away with that. "WHO SAID THAT?!" Anol shouted. Because of the entire towns hoot and hollering, Anol wasn't able to accurately tell where his name was said, but he knew it was from down the middle. "I did jacka-", Sunny was about to say when you interrupted her, your hand on her mouth, "I did jackass!" Anol focused his sights on you with intent hate. "You. Come out from there, right in the middle of the road!", Anol screamed.
Why'd you do that? There was absolutely no need for that, but when you realized that Anol Tite didn't like to hear his name, you knew that Sunny would suffer the consequences. So you took them instead. You came out, standing out in front of the legion group. Sunny had a look of worry and regret on her face, along with the other faces of the town's folk as they went quiet. You handle your magnum with a tense grip, not knowing what to expect. "I see you have your own. Good. I have a plan, trashmouth. We're gonna have a showdown and...you know what, when I'm done with you, I'm going to make sure no on gets out of here alive." Anol proclaimed. His stance opened a bit, getting in position for a shooting. You followed his movements, clenching your handgun at your side. If only Belladonna had better timing, this could all be done by now, but you had no way of contacting her. Time seemed to have froze, staying in the same place, the wind the only changing thing. The two of you stood there, like one of those pre-war cliche western scenes. Then Anol moved his arm up, holding a .357 magnum, aimed at your chest. You go scared, tilted the barrel up a bit in a flinch, and pulled the trigger. BAM! The recoil threw you back a little, but the only thing that you were paying attention to was the scream of pain. Anol was knelt to the ground, putting pressure on his kneecap, evidently where you shot him. You didn't know why, but seeing that enslaving fucker on the floor kind of woken something up, and you couldn't help but get in character, "Yeah that's right! Didn't expect much anyway from a guy whose name sounds like anal tight!" you said, making Ringo back there snicker. Anol was pissed, but he wasn't able to do much but talk, "Shut it! What are you standing there for? Get them!" Anol bellowed at his men. The six followers looked to each other and then proceed to charge into Goodsprings, shooting at everyone. You lifted your pistol to shoot, but Trudy quickly grabbed your arm and drug you back with her and Sunny.
The firefight had began. The legionnaires spread out, trying to find an opening in the tightly knit town. Goodsprings fought back though. Hard. Already two legionnaires had been shot dead, but neither of which was Anol. Anol was against the prospector's saloon, limping on his wounded leg. His only focus was on that trash talking son of a bitch. He'd get what he had coming for him. The only thing anyone nearby would here at this moment would only be gunfire and hollers. You proceeded to fire a few more rounds, none of which made their mark, just barely. 'So far, so good', you thought, taking into account that two were already dead. "Alright, I'm gonna go help the main posse, I reckon you do the same", "Gotcha, I'll meet you there", you follow up. Sunny ran up to join the firefight with the seemingly remaining four. That was until the barrel of a gun whipped her forehead leaving a thin, but deep gash. Sunny fell on her back, her lungs adapting to the sudden over-release of air. Anol Tite loomed over her, his magnum aimed between the eyes. "Sorry sweet, but you people had your chance and you threw it away. Just like how your brains will be! Shame too, you had a nice shape" Anol said hoarsely, pulling the barrel to Sunny's sternum. Sunny froze; death was always scary, but now it didn't seem like anything now. There was no one there to help, no one there to save her. Anol's gun then went even lower to her abdomen and he pounded there over and over, cursing. Sunny grunted, taking the pain. However, you were behind Sunny and had witnessed this. You lifted your pistol again and shot two in Anol's shoulder and head. Sunny, who had predicted a rewarding death to that sadistic prick, saw the bits and pieces jerk from Anol's body and see it drop. Sunny didn't know whether the wound on her head was making her see things or if she was truly saved until you came crouching in front of her. "Sunny! Thank god you're okay, for a second there I thought I'd be too late." you said, your hand out to help her up. Sunny was almost in a daze; you saved her. Honestly, Sunny wanted to say every name in the bible just to show her gratefulness, but all she could say was, "Thanks for that. Come on, we gotta help the others."
The rest of the fight was a blur from there. The scattered legionnaires were quickly decimated, the wounded patched up just as quick, and miraculously no one on Goodsprings side died. The excitement of the fight soon died out in your blood, but you decided to stick around for a bit, maybe the night, to see everyone off well after today. Sunny Smiles was in what was supposedly Doc Mitchell's house getting help with her throbbing cut. Trudy and Ringo were sorting out the wreckage of the fight. Everything seemed like is just was another day. What were you thinking? Of course it did; it was the wasteland after all.
That night, in the prospector's saloon, you were on one of the stools. One would expect it to be crowded after such a gunfight, but no, empty like a mirelurkless shell. Trudy had left for a minute, leaving it eerily quiet by yourself. It was until Sunny appeared behind you that the silence was broken. "Hey there partner", Sunny surprised you. You turned and stood, spooked a bit, but happy to see her. "Sunny, glad to see you here. I gotta say you sure know how to make an entrance", you reply gleefully. "I could say the same about you, friend." Sunny Smiles said under her breath. You looked at her, seeing that there was something she was holding down and that the fact that you heard what she said.
'I could say the same about you, friend.'
What was that suppose to mean? You didn't know, but you needed to find out. "Hey Sun-if you mind me calling you that-is there something wrong? If you need Doc Mitchell I can go get him", "Oh no, that's not it, no. But...oh shucks...I came by to thank you for killing Anol back there, you know. I'm sorry, I ain't really that good at this. I'm so used to come out on top of shit like this that coming in second don't feel right, you dig?", "Sure, yeah, I dig", you confirm. Sunny was going somewhere with this, but she was sure as hell doing a great job at hiding it. "But nonetheless, thank you for helping me", "Yeah, you're welcome Sunny", you say, hoping for this awkward moment to end. "Uhm, so you wan to finish this with a hug or something", "I guess, why not?" you comply. Sunny awkwardly nobs and takes a stepcloser, her arms out. You could see it happen, but suddenly every nerve went high. When sunny had arms around you and body against yours, chaos was building and pumping. For whatever reason there be, your senses were skyrocketed; you could smell her skin and hair pressed against your shoulder. The feeling of her chest against your chest, the way her breast mounds contract and expand, and how you finally notice how supple they are. You curse yourself to hell mentally for getting aroused by this friendly gesture. However, that doesn't prevent your organ from continuing to grow until it pushes up against Sunny's leg. Sunny noticed the growing force against her and backed up found a little (huge) surprise. Now, Ms. Sunny Smiles was no virgin, slut, or any of that matter and of course if any other man was to attempt this kind of move, she would surely knock their fucking teeth out. However so...he wasn't any other man. Maybe it was okay to dive with this guy, after all you did save her life and judging by your face you were damn right embarrassed by this. Besides, Sunny hasn't touched herself in a while, and it may do some good to freshen up. But last but not least, something just urged this thought in the back of her mind to the front. Something that almost seemed artificial, but completely natural.
Sunny slowly pressed up to you again, her heat returning only more potent. Her hand put pressure on your cock as payback, "Easy there tiger, I'm down for whatever you got. So why don't we get to business", Sunny said, lowering herself to her knees. You knew what she wanted to do so you quickly, and quite clumsily, undo your belt and she starts to pull your pants down. How could this be happening? Okay Sunny wasn't some high standard, leagues away girl, but how did the previous events lead to this. But now there was only one road and you had to take it. After pulling down your pants and underwear, Sunny couldn't help but gasp. Even though it was semi-erect at this point, your cock was already intimidating. Sunny wrapped her hand around your dick, "Well, I wasn't expecting this big thing. You've got quite the package here Mr., be a shame if if this line ran out of oil", Sunny said as she proceeded to handjob you. Her tender fingers, combined with the somewhat rough biker gloves, felt like magic on you. Sunny went to the flat base to your very tip at such a pace where it was both satisfying yet excruciatingly painful. As Sunny worked, you grew into full erectile form, with a slight lube from precum. "Look who's ready for second base here", Sunny enticed. Sunny lowered her head to your member, teasing you with the view with a grin, and began to lick the tip. The new, wet sensation made you stir a bit, which made Sunny chuckle, seeing how sensitive you were. Taking as much as she could in the rest of her mouth, Sunny started to bob up and down, moving her tongue along your length as best she could, your hands going under her shirt to grope her breast. You arched your back a little, Sunny's hands on your hips to keeping herself in place. Humans and deathclaws were, so far, very different; while Belladonna's mouth was rough, but with so much more fluid, Sunny's was smooth and slick and didn't get all around your length. You could only start to think of how the rest of them felt. Sunny couldn't wait anymore; she had to have you in her. Now. Her wetness had only built up from the start of all this. Besides, judging by the look of your member, you look like you could ravage any girl. Sunny smiled to herself, how ironic was it that some obviously shy and unassuming dude could handle to pop a guy in the head and be fine and have a fabulous dick. Sunny pulled away, leaving you wanting. "Don't you worry, I know what you want", she panted. Getting to her feet, Sunny turned around on a table, exposing and swaying her other pair of lips to you. Pink slips pressed together, fitting nicely in place with her shapely bosom. Turning her head to you, "Come on big boy, let's see what you got." That was all you needed to hear. Aiming your cock in line with her lips, you thrust right in her, not waiting. That was when you got your answer to your previous thought. Bell was a deathclaw, meaning she was larger, but she felt wet and slick. Sunny was wet as well, but so, so much tighter. It didn't feel painful or uncomfortable, just tight, but that didn't mean it wasn't great. Sunny let out a loud sound between a moan and a gasp. She had never had a guy this big before, and it felt awesome. Sunny could feel you quickly but gently stretching her walls. You just kept going in and coming out, leaving her mind a little fogged, her breathing more erratic. Already Sunny could feel her orgasm tank start to fill, along with you. This rhythm continued on, each getting closer to your peaks, and Sunny feeling like she was going ever so closer to a braingasm and getting louder as well. "More...harder! Please, I'm so close. Keep fucking me with that huge cock of yours. Yes!" Sunny exhaled, making you go faster. You two finally reached the top of the mountain of pleasure and broke it like a mirror. You spilled your bucket and Sunny squirted, her walls clenching and relaxing just like that, adding to the tightness. Sunny almost screamed in happiness, but you had a feeling she would do that and you covered her mouth, muffling her vocal release. Her juices covered your member as you released your seed in her, too much for her vagina to contain, leaving her dripping, mixing.
Sunny dropped from her elbows to her chest, out of breathe. She fought the urge to stay on you and slid off. You backed up and gave her space. The first time you had ever had sex with another human being. It wasn't better than Belladonna, but it wasn't worse-just different. Sunny reeked of you now, your cum like pre-war perfume on her. Soon Sunny could smell it too, "Damn kid, if I were anymore fucked I'd have to tie you up and take you home", Sunny said. "Sorry Sunny, but I still gotta make it for dinner", you said, quite thoughtfully. Sunny tilted her head at you, not knowing what the hell you were talking about, but just brushed it by. After the two of you got recollected and dressed, Trudy came back. "Sorry that took so long. Oh Sunny, I wondered where you were at!", "Don't mind that, I was just here thanking the kiddo for helping out. Guess I was wrong about you being a fighter, but I still have reason to believe you're a lover though", Sunny said, looking dreamily at you. You nervously laughed, and the rest of the night was over soon just like that.
That morning you woke up in a chair outside of the prospector's saloon. 'Trudy must have laid me outside', you thought. The mellow desert sky was a nice visit; one to sit down and enjoy, but you had to go. Before you went, you figured it be best to say your goodbyes to Sunny first. You ran to Doc Mitchell's house and found him with Sunny, looking over her head. "Howdy there partner, can I help you?" Doc Mitchell asked, an eyebrow raised to the stranger. "Yeah, he's here for me Mitch. Anyway what brings you here?", "I just came to say goodbye. Remember what I said about leaving home with a friend and needing supplies?", "Shit, yeah. Well, tell you what, since you helped out a whole lot, I'm thinking you can take as much as you need now. Anol's gang is gone and dead, leaving the caravan roads safe and that Goodsprings can start to breath again", Sunny explained. Leading you out of the Doc Mitchell's house, Sunny helped you pack up. She gave you stimpaks, water, food, ammo, a varmint rifle, and even some leather armor. Saying your goodbyes to all: Trudy, Ringo, Doc Mitchell, guy, other guy, Victor, and Sunny, you took off for Belladonna's direction. You got half way when you heard shouting and barking behind you. Turning around, you found Sunny and Cheyenne running for you. When they caught up, Sunny looked at you, "Sorry, but Victor seemed to have scavenged on something cool. Here, it's some kind of pre-war portable terminal! He said you could take it, seeing how you sure helped and all." You took and looked at this 'portable terminal'. It was a small plate like rectangle with a screen taking up a majority. Small buttons and knobs were on the left with a few lights. A label along these said "Pip-boy 2500". "Well, tell him I said thanks. I'll put it to good use", "Hope so. See around...hey what was your name by the way?"
God damn it, you hadn't thought about that yet! What were you supposed to call yourself? The Courier? Nah, taken. The Lone Wanderer? No, too cliche and you weren't alone. The Sole Survivor? What did you survive though? You thought quickly of something to say, something to seal the deal. There was no way you were going to use your real name. No way. Then the perfect name came to mind. Short but sweet. Not to mention it suited you well. "Just call me Lady Killer", you said like you came out of Casablanca. "Lady Killer? Huh, suits you. Anyway, I hope the best for you, Lady Killer." As Sunny said this, Belladonna came walking down. Sunny gasped and aimed her rifle and Cheyenne growled viciously. Belladonna growled back and you quickly ran to her to deescalate the situation. "Whoa whoa, easy now everybody. This here, this is my friend Sunny. This is Belladonna. Belladonna this is Sunny. And Cheyenne." Sunny stood wide eyed, but lowered her gun. Who in the sam hill was this guy? Came out of nowhere, saved and destroyed her, and had a pet deathclaw. So many questions bobbed in her head, but the only thing she was able to say was, "Alrighty, then I still hope the best for you...and Belladonna." You nodded, turned, and ran off, Bell close at your heels. With all you needed, a pip-boy in your pocket, and your deathclaw. Nothing was looking down from where you were. Sunny and Cheyenne were still there, watching the heavenly and hellish team go off. Sunny was a little disappointed now that you were gone, leaving her here with just Goodsprings and Cheyenne again. However, give her four weeks and she would realize she wouldn't be.