Connie and Blake were true to their word and had supplied me with the promised goods when I in turn set up an independently powered turret on their homestead.

The fleet yard proved to be a decent haul, while the maze of crates weren't all filled with circuitry they still plenty of other raw materials. Something I had to slowly lug through, at some point, or I could possibly use it as an outpost, deck it out, maybe set a supply with a few bots guarding it. Thoughts for the future.

Hell, I even found a supe'd sledgehammer that was almost as half the size of Ada, it was a bulky bitch of thing that probably only a super mutant, someone in power armour could use, and well, me. While the sword was still my go to weapon, the hammer required less finesse, and it would do when it came to heavily armoured foe's.

The thoughts of using it as opposed to the sword reminds me of Kingdom Come Deliverance, where if you wanted to beat armoured adversaries, you'd be better off bludgeoning them than trying to poke holes in their shiny stab-proof protection.

I did end up taking a decent number of supplies that weren't weapon related back to the Red Rocket, getting to work dismantling the goods, and making quick work of the turret for the farmstead owned by the far too trusting family.

As of right now, I was tinker with Ada's head, the AI putting a lot of trust in me, trust that I myself didn't hold. Still, she had insisted, and I reluctantly agreed, knowing how to do the upgrade and actually doing it was two different things, but steeling my nerves, I think I've done what we spoke about.

Dropping the precision screwdriver and flexing my hand to get rid of the dull crump, I'm so making an electric drill and screw kit when I get the chance. Leaving my bedroom and walking back to where Ada's body was resting in the robotics workstation, I refitted the head, and started the activation sequence.

I let out a sigh of relief when not only one red light lit up in Ada's face plate but a second also just underneath the original. The optics salvaged from the fleet yard should hopefully give us a further edge out in the field.

"Ada? Can you hear me?" I asked when the AI didn't move from the spot.

Eventually her finely tuned body moved, the newly upgraded face plate retreated outwards splitting apart in four directions, and the secondary red light shone brightly, a deathly charging sound echoed off the AI, and the light was almost blinding to look at directly, suddenly a red beam of concentrated death flew from the eye and out and up at the sky.

"Weapon testing number one, result: Satisfactory. Weapon testing number two, will require a living or moving target." That was probably the most robotic she sounded since I've known her.

"Sexual arousal risen." I swear her none tone changing voice was blank there.

"Don't kink shame me."


After the long day of fucking, walking/hiking, clearing out the fleet yard, fucking, building, and more fucking, we rested up for the night, which was laying down on the mattress I was forced to place on the floor due to the still broken and weakly constructed bed, as Ada's artificial pussy devoured my cock as she rode it.

I had problems I was well aware, but honestly, I didn't care, Ada was a good lay, maybe not at first, me doing most of the work as she was learning the new vice, but I shouldn't be surprised that she was assimilating the movements, our wildly incompatible bodies getting into the flow of things and meshing well together, nonetheless.

Getting up at sunrise and eating a small portion of the fruit the Abernathy's provided, a bland thing it was, hardly any juice to it, but it was better than the flesh of cooked mole-rat.

Thank fuck I picked to be a courser body wise and I needed less essentials than my fellow synths, and even more less than humans, else I would've struggled to get the minimum amount of protein needed to keep me muscled up like Hercules, barbarian Hercules, broad as fuck. Not the 'Adonis' body type that most guys lust after for themselves.

We left the Red Rocket, with Cee being instructed to maintain and improve upon the other walls, he did a decent job with the limited supplies, and now with the general bigger construction materials nearly depleted, I wasn't holding out hope that the bot could make a miracle, but seeing how the walls were facing out to the farm and Sanctuary I wasn't sweating it.

Robotics disposal site was our aim.

I don't remember the site, so probably nothing great about it when it was a game instead of my reality, but still the talents I've landed myself in, is practically salivating at thought of what could possibly be salvaged from it, just form the name alone.

The journey wasn't too bad from the map's say so.

If I followed the water trail from Sanctuary and then walked around the big body of water, if should be resting on top of a hill.

As we walked alongside the bank, I thought of possible bots that I could construct, seeing how I now had a vast knowledge on how to make such things, and not being limited to something like a game engine, the possibilities were endless, but were they really.

If I started to spam out robots left, right and centre, more of a chance of them being cocked up by outside forces or me making a mistake, more of a chance that groups like raiders would band together to either kill or kidnap me, or worse yet I could draw the attention of the Institute. Hell, the Machinist kind of proves my thoughts right, her bots are outright killing all living things, and its now gotten Ada on a revenge trip.

"Landon, I've detected movement from the body of water." Ada was smart enough to know I didn't need the heads up on something minute as a fish… wait this is the Fallout universe. And just like that the ocean went from scary to shit-my-pants-terrifying with eldritch sea-monster being a possible thing here.

In pale light of the sunrise, four swampy shadows appeared from the body of water, they got closer to the land, I took off the hammer that hung off me with an aid of a strap. The familiar sound of Ada's newly modded head wind with it being primed for the ready.

What appeared, was humanoid in form alone, head, arms and legs, but they coloured an organish-red, their skin looked tough like a shell, sections of it spiked, four fingers and thumb on each hand, the fingers were sharp like pincers. What should have been face was a twitching mandibles and sunken pitch black orbs for eyes.

"If someone reproduced with a mirelurk, I will end this world." Was this my fault? No, I decided, I wanted and have a fucked a AI robot, but this was a level of preservation even I wouldn't go.

"Do not kink shame."

"Some shaming is fine!" I argued back, and took a step forward, "Listen pals, you hadn't gone all claws-a-snipping, so I'm guessing you don't want to start trouble. Same."

One of the creatures, clicked and clacked repeatedly as he? He nudged one of the creatures who hadn't taken their eyes of me and Ada. His eyes went down to my hammer, and he rose a clawed hand up to silence the one who was trying to get to his attention.

"Like I said, I don't want trouble. Two against four you could take us, but the same amount of you won't walking away," I nodded my head at Ada who was ready to blast them away, did I need to flex to show I could swing this fucker in my hand and break their shell like they're nothing, probably not, but I did so anyway, "that's a big if, however." If I wasn't sure if they could understand me, the anger in their eyes brightened was a clear indication that they did understand well enough.

They backed away into the water, their bodies sinking back down, yet their heads stayed afloat, black eyes bore into.

I stared back for a solid minute till I understood they were waiting for me to simply leave. "Fine," I huffed out and walked towards the hill and our destination, "Ada, your scanners, are they able to scan tunnels?" I once again gave the body of water a glance over my shoulder.

"I can sense a long series of tunnels outstretching for miles underground, however I cannot say how long it truly goes for due to the scanners limitation."

"And lifeforms, like our charming new friends."

"Several dozen, but like I said…"

"Limitations, I know."

"Perhaps you could upgrade the scanner."

"Perhaps," But this feels like one of those things that I shouldn't know for the sanctity of peace of mind, "but we have a lot to focus on at the moment than worrying about crab-people."

"And the people who bred with mirelurk's."

"It's a working theory, that I don't want to be true." I said quickly dismissing the thought. Consenting adults, fuck whoever you want to fuck it's their business, kinky shit is also something other people don't need to worry themselves about, but I swear if I found the person who thought it was a good idea to breed with an radioactive-crab-monster, I'll fucking castrate them.

Explains why people aren't settled in Sanctuary.

If I hadn't felt the unease lift of my shoulders as walked away from the water and the semi-reasonable new race, I sure as hell felt a satisfaction run through me as I saw an inactive sentry bot, its wasn't in great condition, but a gift horse and all this noise.

"Oh, I can work with you." I will deny I said the words with almost purr, as I ran a hand along the cold green metal.

"Should I be worried about being replaced?"

Hauling the sentry bot was tougher than it needed to be, with one of the legs being damaged to the point the rollers on it weren't budging. Hence why Ada and I dragged the mostly intact bot to the Red Rocket for a couple of hours.

Stray mutated bugs and rats attacked us on the way but they were hardly a challenge to the either of us, more of annoyance really.

The project of reactivating the hulking bot took about two days to repair, while it was in a mostly good state, I wasn't eager to activate the possible hostile bot in my homestead, so I pulled its core chipset and had run through the programming to checked through its friend or foe subroutine.

Adding the bots I've made, to the friendly list, as well as myself, and any blue cladded jumpsuits folk, being so close to Vault 111 I didn't want to risk the Survivor getting tore apart by a hail of lasers so soon after leaving the vault. Everything else was placed into a 'wait and reaction' protocol or outright attack, depending on the beings that approached.

With the programming done and squared, and the body repaired to the best of my new abilities, I activated the sentry bot and was glad for the extra muscle around the Red Rocket, considering the creatures that lurked in the lake nearby, I wasn't chancing the repel option I had chosen for the place. The extra security was an additional peace of mind for me.


Concord

Snow fell from the sky, and I gazed at up at sun setting. It looked nice and peaceful to an almost deceptive degree.

I felt a bit naked leaving Red Rocket without Ada, but seeing how I was only stone's throw away from home sweet home. The lack of security of someone watching my back wouldn't be too long.

Nevertheless, it's not as if I was heading out to fight the Institute or anything combat related, Concord wasn't a bustling settlement like Diamond City, but it was a trading hub with a decent number of people and defences.

A far outcry to what the place will end up like in a year's time, but right now it was a relatively safe place.

Though the gunners that were littered around here did make me feel a bit uneasy. Sure, I dwarfed all of them, but overwhelming numbers and all that noise. I did say I wasn't here for trouble, just trade and information. Yet I felt eyes on my back wherever I walked around the town.

However, the town wasn't all that full, many people were lingering around sure, but considering the number of dilapidated houses that littered the place, the numbers were too sparse for an open space like this.

Shaking off my thoughts, I didn't have any plans on staying here for long that it would be my concern.

Heading to a bar, figuring the classic cliché of a barkeep being the best wealth of info in games being a thing here, I walked into the shabby hut that had an old neon sign that flickered on and off, advertising brightly an open sign in the pale sunset sky.

The bar was quiet matching the hub outside, a few people lingered at small tables away from the bar, a couple of faces familiar being Connie's guards tangled in a heated embrace, the older blonde sitting at the same table staring at the with an almost blank face.

I turned away from the blonde woman and headed towards the barkeep, the man gulped as he saw me approach, his hand going underneath the bar, and a forced smile on his face, I knew I cut a mean looking figure, but this was different the wariness I had encountered so far. This was fear plain and simple. As if he was staring at death.

A synth.

A synth who has spotted a courser.

"Relax." I told the man, "And take your hand off the gun." My eyes narrowed on him and he let out an audible gulp and slowly raised his hands over the bar.

"So-orry." He muttered as I sat on the stool light as I could. I must have look stupid with the massive body sitting on the tiny mental seat.

"I said relax. I'm not here for," I looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, though the bar was full of horny and drunk people, so I figured it was safe to whisper to the scared witless bloke, "anyone." I gave him a pointed look, "Not my life." I said simply as I tried to stare him dead in the eye despite his own trying to look anywhere but at me.

"Ok." He said shakily and tried to will himself to relax, "What can I do for you?"

"I need information." I placed a map that I had loitering around Red Rocket on the bar, smoothing the edges down, "Have there been any sightings of seemingly wild robots?" He looked up at me with fearful distrust, but I cut off his train of thought, "I mean literal robots, that have been attacking all, be it human or otherwise?"

He gave me a nod and pointed out several spots, the barkeep was a well of info, and he confirmed where I roughly remember where the Mechanist Cruz was. Though I wasn't so gung-ho to track the woman down right this instant considering the literal army of bots she had in the game.

With the man tapped of useful intel he reluctantly asked me if I wanted a drink, and seeing how this universe had abundance of an iconic drink that had a counterpart to my old world's, I asked for a Nuka Cola.

With the cold bottle placed in front of me, I fished for the caps in pockets, only to see a hand place a few on the bar, "It's on me Freddy."

The man didn't question it, grabbing the caps and walking off with a 'If you sure Connie,' under his breath.

The older blonde sat the stool beside mine, nursing her beer as she did.

"Thanks." I muttered out as I twisted the cap off and pocketing it, "Though you didn't need to." I took a sip of the beverage, and I was kinda disappointed. It was okay, tasted not far off what I had in my Earth. Just a bit different but not unpleasant.

"Consider it a thank you." She waved off.

Shrugging my shoulders, "It was trade and you held up your end."

"Not the turret." She said softly, a wry grin on her face, "Thanks for not screwing my Mary."

I choked on my drink, and her grinned widened, she timed it perfectly.

"Oh." I said after I wiped away the excess cola on my face with my sleeve.

Connie rolled her eyes, "That girl is not as subtle as she thinks. Still thank you for turning her down."

"Don't sweat it, though it wasn't as hard you think, she isn't my type."

"Ah," A look of realisation washed over her, "You're…"

"Into woman." I cut her off as I understood how that sounded out loud, "Not girls."

She nods her head with a small chuckle gracing her lips, "Ah okay. Gotcha." Her eyes suddenly roam my body, but she shook her head with a sigh, "If only I was five years younger eh, I would've rode you all night long." Instead of being thrown on the back foot again, I simply gave her a wry grin.

"Oh?" I grinned, swinging my body to the side so that it was facing her.

She gave me wink, "Mary got her wild side from me, though," Her smile fell a bit, "she got her daddy's soft-hearted nature. Its why I was glad you didn't screw her. She would've latched onto you, mixing lust with love."

"Blake did that with you?"

She hummed and finished her drink, "Yeah, he's a decent enough lay, a good man who loves our girls, but I settled, for the sake of settling. Ya' know?" Her eyes squinted at my face, not like how some drunk people would, no she seemed too alert to be drunk, she was squinting trying to guess my age if anything, "No I don't suppose you would. Still, I shouldn't complain, got a good life, two girls I love more than life itself. Good trade and a roof over my head."

I hummed as I thought about it, the idea of Connie's heaving large breast out of her jumpsuit, her moaning my name, as I wrecked her trembling pussy was too much of good thing to deny myself.

My hand rested on her knee, and she let out a bated breath, my eyes met her blue eyes, waiting for her to respond. She could've told me to take a hike, and I would've respected it, but instead she slowly parted her legs, the jumpsuit stretched firmly against her crotch.

The hand slides up her leg, and when it met the covered pussy, she let out a shudder just from the mere graze.

"But you miss it." I said in a low voice as I leaned closer and closer to her.

She let out a soft gasp as my fingers continued to toy with her subtly, she bit her bottom lip and her eyes lingered to my crotch, "I miss getting dicked hard. I miss the feeling of a man fucking me like an animal. No love, just using me like I'm a toy." She uttered low.

"Got anywhere we can be-" She got and grabbed my hand cutting me off by dragging me to my feet, I turned to look at her caravan guards only to notice they were long gone.

Connie led me out of the bar and trading hub. The place she had in mind wasn't too far, a little bit away from her settlement and mine, a little shack that seemed long abandoned, and the aged wood of the door creaked open as we stumbled in.

Connie rushed to a side table and lit a lantern that laid on top of it, "Home away from home." She answered my unasked question.

Stripping out of our clothes, in a heated rush we took in each other's naked forms. Some lines from age were in soft parts of her body, yet she was a total bombshell, with still perky breast, and neat patch of blonde hair above her pussy.

Her eyes lingered on my raging hard dick, "I'm a horrible wife." She said softly as she stepped forward and rested her hands on my length, pumping it with a heavy breath.

Yes, yes, she was.

I knew what I was. Just as she knew what she was.

For moment we stood there naked, staring deeply into each other's eyes, yet we never reached forward to kiss. Her out of guilt, me out past trauma I'll leave buried for as long as I could.

No, this wasn't about making love, nor would there ever be. This would be raw, unadulterated fucking.

Throughout the night there wasn't a moment where my cock wasn't in her.

Her bent over, spreading wide, my cock ploughing through her trembling cunt. My back pressed against the ratty mattress as she rode me like bronco. A river of my semen leaking out of her cunt as she knelt trying and failing to fit the whole thing in her mouth, just so she could taste it from the tap, her words.

All in all, it was a night debauchery and pleasure. The small amount of guilt I felt was drowned out by the unrelenting woman who wanted to make the most of the night. Perhaps she knew or believed this would be the first and only time we'd do this. If it was so, be it, but damn it all, it was a night to remember.


A/N - Published: 2023/7/24

Yo, obligatory thanks to all for the support.

Funny thing with the story, I had set this a year before the events of Fallout 4, without knowing about the Winter of Atom being a thing. Though when I went on a binge of Fallout lore and whatnot on youtube I found out about. Some of those events will blended into the story.