Red Rocket - A Week Later – 8:36

The snowfall was pelting down hard, and apparently that was something that hasn't happened in a good long while. So long in fact that the settlements weren't prepared for it.

The lack of good winter clothing was one thing, not so easy to overcome, some of the folks at Concord were simply wearing many layers of clothing while this snow was simply settling, it was a poor attempt at fighting off the cold but it would do in the meantime. Another large issue, that people couldn't implement a temp resolution was food.

Food that required heat and was not capable to thrive in the cold frostfall.

The vast majority of people it seemed had little in terms of winter crops.

Hence why Abernathy's asked me to construct something that could help keep their crops warm enough to grow. Hence why Connie was stark naked, laying prone on my bed, face down and bedding clenched in-between her teeth to stifle her moans. As the large cock ravaged her stretched out arse-hole.

A smothered shriek escaped as I released a stream of my bodily fluid in her.

Pulling out, I fell lax on the bed beside her, Connie's body was still shaking from her orgasm, though when her body went slack she leaned on her side and gave me a hard look.

"That was the last time, Landon."

Withholding a scoff, I've heard that probably four, five times now.

"Fine."

"I mean it, Landon." She said firmly, guilt lingering in her eyes, "I can't keep doing this."

"I know." I said with a sigh as I got off the bed and looked towards the infrared lights on my precision workbench, "Your lights are ready, they should be able to help grow the crops on the farm during this winter. After I've set it up, I'm not going to be around that much anyway for the next coming weeks, maybe." Ada and I had mapped out a trail to the General Atomics factory.

"Good." She let out a sigh and her eyes lingered down my lower body, "…One last time?"

Southeast of Concord – 13:16

Ada had glanced at our surroundings, scanning for any hostiles that could be lurking. This was the furthest I've gone, and I wasn't ashamed to admit I was being cautious.

The crab people cluing me in that I while knew plenty of this world, there were going to be curveballs thrown my way also. Not to mention the deadly creatures that already existed that I knew off.

"So, to reiterate, you feel some shame for having intercourse with Connie Abernathy?"

I let out a sigh, "Yes, Ada. I thought I made that abundantly clear." Looking at Blake I felt bad, the guy was a decent bloke, and when I looked at him all I could see was the image of his wife, bare naked and handcuffed to my bed, as I ravaged her to my whims, using every inch of her as my personal cock-sleeve. A fantasy of hers that apparently the man wasn't comfortable performing.

"Then why did you continue to do so?" It's a bit weird that she understood not to out the woman and me to Blake when we interacted with the man when I installed the heat lights on the farmstead, but yet she didn't understand the why of it all.

"Because it was wrong." I said simply as I stared off at the moving figures of ragstags off in the distance, "so therefore it was hot."

I'm sure what constitutes as a mind for her was going back to when she had questioned the nature of taboo, and why I was more willing to screw a robot, and why I find the idea of someone finding a way to breed with a mirelurk so repulsive, "That's quite a conundrum."

"Yep, doesn't make sense, but that's life." I looked around and noticed a large bridge with a body of water beyond it, "This feels familiar." I muttered and gazed down the hill.

"The greenhouse would prove useful against this weather."

"Yep. Plus the bots are more resistant to the cold than normal farmers." This was the garden ran by entirely robots. I raised a hand up and called out to the bots that milled the garden.

"Greetings darling, how may I help such a handsome creature today?" The female voiced bot purred as we approached the worn-out path.

"Should I leave you two alone?" Ada asked as she ignored the hovering bot, her tone was the same as always and yet it felt off, perhaps I was imaging things but it felt like an iota of jealousy in it. She was around and saw a lot of Connie and I rutting like animals, and she didn't react other than confusion because of Connie's marital status.

Was it because this was a bot?

"Chill sweetheart." I gave her a small smile, Ada's got my back in this hell hole, and if she had a problem with me fucking other robots around her, than I would simply calm my horny arse.

The bot Supervisor White had asked us to check on the water treatment plant nearby, as she noticed that the water pressure of the irrigation system was running 20 percent less efficient than previous uses.

Being all too tempted to get in good with the Garden as a means of food during the winter I saw no reason to refuse the feminine bot.

Perhaps I should've thought it through.

I was forced to duck down behind a wrecked boat, as a hail of bullets were shot at my location. The thing firing at me was classed a woman I suppose. Her body was a far outcry to it. Yet she was green, hulking, neither ugly nor beautiful. A supermutant, a female supermutant.

Yeah, this may or may not be because of my influence on the world.

I remember from the lore that supermutants were sterile, and all came out looking like a cheap male looking hulk, no matter if the human was male or female, if they were dropped or dosed with pure FEV.

But that was during the limitations of a game world where creatures would simply respawn when needed.

No, Diamond City had a population of thousands from what I've heard, the lands were filled with people, due to breeding like the end of the world was coming, which to be fair in this world, there was a strong chance of that being tomorrow, and supermutants were a constant threat, that no one knew where they were coming from.

Yes, with the large population there would of course be a reasonable amount of supermutants that would appear considering in Boston the Institute were kidnapping people and turning them into the green skinned mutants.

But then again, nature always finds a way. And perhaps the supermutant population evolved to find a way to reproduce. Something akin to the dinosaurs in a popular movie series.

Now there seemed to be a clear distinction of the female supermutants to the males, she was a tall bitch, taller than me and the mutants around her, thick too, a mix of muscles and 'big bones' so to speak. Meaty thighs and a thick thumper… She can sit on my face...

"Landon, I think you need therapy."

I mumbled under my breath as about my AI partner needlessly scanning me in combat… that reminds me, I don't have to go therapy anymore. I mean I didn't have to for good a while, but to honour my aunt I continued to do so.

Wait… "How do you know what therapy is?"

"I have heard that there is a device that allows people to revisit past traumas as a therapeutical means."

A huff escaped me, as the bullets continued to pin us down to this cover, "Oh, right I've heard of that." I shrugged, Goodneighbor was a place I wanted to go anyhow.

A rattling sound echoed out repeatedly, "She's empty." I nodded at the AI and she moved out of cover with her head primed, nailing a couple of the supermutants with her deadly laser gaze.

Steeling my mattle I rushed out with my sword drawn and cut through a supermutant. This was different than killing ferals, while most supermutants weren't wholly intelligent creatures, they weren't clueless monsters either. Still, do or die, I chose to do… does that make any sense? Thoughts for later, I need to focus on the green skinned babe that was towering over me.

Something odd happened that I wasn't expecting. Time slowed down.

Literally the woman was moving at rapid speeds grinded to an almost halt, hails of bullets that sped in the air was visible for a moment, the moment that I was perceiving normally.

Time dilation triggered by combat based adrenaline, epinephrine. Was this the mutation I had picked, that was randomised, it's a good thing for sure, but I was hoping of something I could've made use of more frequently, unless of course I could train it, to be able to use it as I saw fit.

Still focusing back on the now.

I drove my blade into her right knee, she collapsed on said body part with a furious growl rebating from her in slow-mo, trapping my blade in her leg.

Seeing no other choice as she swiped at me with a one-handed hammer, which was ridiculously easy to avoid, as I pinned her arm back and slipped behind her, time reverted back to normal.

Wrapping my legs around her torso, and my arms securely against her neck, I leaned back with my body weight, and lurched her head back alongside me. Her limbs flailed trying to dislodge me but I held firm, I didn't let up on the pressure till her body went slack to the floor, dead.

Staring at her corpse, I couldn't help but feel a little shitty about it, even if the supermutants were the ones to start the fight, even if they were aiming to kill us. Sympathy for the green-skinned bastards was strong, they got a raw deal in this world.

"Are you okay Landon?" Ada asked as she moved over to stand next to my position of sitting in the dirt, "Scans indicate you are mostly okay other than a few cuts and bruises."

"Yeah, Ad's, it's just…" Letting out a sigh, I couldn't find the right words. I've had my fun in this world, but fuck…

Dog eat dog.

"Let's sort out whatever mess the plant is going through." I steeled myself once again, stood up and headed over to the building that was half sunken into the damp mud caked ground.

Thankfully it wasn't too much of a mess compared to what I remembered what the place would become, didn't mean it was in any good condition, half of the place was flooded, and scuttling sounds echoed out in the hallways that littered the place.

Thankfully the mirelurks were pretty deaf unless I was trying to scream for their attention, sneaking up on the crabs and destroying their hard-cased shells with my hammer proved to be easier to deal with then the supermutants.

"I believe the controls are submerged." Ada said as I stared down at the mossy water underneath the walkway we were standing on.

"Yep."

"You will have to swim to them."

"Yep."

"Are you-"

"Yeah Ada, I'm getting to it." I tried to withhold the frustration but damn it all I couldn't avoid taking a dip in the disgusting unpurified water, that was rich with rads and gods know what else. Stripping, I then stepped over the railing with my clothes piled up next to Ada. Taking a deep breath I plunged into the ice-cold water, resisting the urge to gasp as the water surrounded me.

Damn this winter.

Thankfully getting to the controls I was a little blessed with a big red button that indicated to the flood gates. Boy the design of this place was weird when I thought about it for a moment. Still, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth or whatever the saying is, I met back with Ada and dressed up, the temptation of heading back home to shower was strong, but I held firm and heated up near a trash fire that was placed well next to a ventilation shaft, the supermutants were smarter than I gave them credit.

When I wasn't at risk of freezing to death we headed for the Grey Garden, informing Supervisor White that the water should be back to work to her desire.

General Atomics Factory – Two Days Later

Finally, after two days of being jumped, by raiders, mutants, ferals and mutated bugs, we got to the signal.

Killing raiders was surprisingly less traumatising than killing supermutants I found out. Maybe because it was because raiders chose the life of murder, rape and being general scum bags, while the latter were forced into the life.

I still felt a tinge of grief mixed with disgust at myself initially, but I got over it far too quickly for it to be normal.

Possibly I was compartmentalising till I got home, and home was the main focus for us now, as I stared down at the now off-line robot-brain.

"Perhaps you should invest in some armour of your own."

A clicked of annoyance seeped out of me as I tried to shake off the damage the electric arcs sent by the robot brain left on me. Well, I now I know how it feels to be electrocuted, not pleasant, and I'm sure I would've bitten the dust from the attack if I was a normal human.

"It's a bitch to find something to fit me." The winter clothes were a lucky find in Sanctuary.

I adjusted the belt that held my sword and .44, the gun was pretty much the size of a hand canon considering it was 'built' for me, perhaps I could alter it to use more powerful cartridges, but the legendary effect was already explosive, so it was low on my lists of do's.

"You could construct some. Considering you can make shells for bots, some armor wouldn't be too far out your skill set."

"No, I wouldn't be…"

Gods I'm stupid. Letting out a sigh, I turned to the downed robot-brain and salvaged the transmitter that led us here, "Found the bitch."

"Excellent. We will need the robotics workstation to fit it however."

"Yeah, I figured." I said blandly as I thought of the long trek back home, in the cold weather that seemed to be insistent of getting even colder for funsies.

Heading out, we made our way across the ruins of Boston, I was tempted to head over to Goodneighbor, according to the map it was somewhere around here, but I didn't want to linger too long in the snow-covered cityscape with raiders and mutants about while we wondered around aimlessly.

A few hour trek through the snow was pretty uneventful considering, we had managed to get out of the city aspect of the Commonwealth and were closer to the general farmsteads that littered this part of the map.

Though I paused my hike through the snow as I heard a familiar sound, a sound that wouldn't be too out of the norm back on my world, and yet here the sound of a train engine rumbling was a novel experience.

The train was chugging along, at much slower speeds than what I'm used to seeing trains go, but considering the lack of resources, seeing the mighty steel beast move was a nice break. Or it would've been if the train hadn't been forced to stop as a load of cars were conveniently placed on the tracks.

From the rock outcrop hill, I was standing on. Ragged individuals were crouched down, their thick green and brown clothes stood out in snow, even as they laid on the snow.

The train grinded with a screeching halt and a few guards exited the it, dressed in baseball kit, and pipe weapons drawn as they watched the front of the train with an unease.

It was clearly a trap, and they could sense the blood in the water, but at risk of damaging the train they were forced to trigger the trap.

Trigger they did.

The Children of Atom ambushed the Diamond City guards.

"Landon?"

Unslinging my pistol, and taking it off the safety and aimed down the hill, "Protect the train Ad's."

Taking down the Children of Atom from this position was as the saying goes, like shooting fish in a barrel. Mowing them down from the distance while they were pre occupied, the fanatical group was dead before they knew what hit them from the other side.

When the gun fire and lasers died down, the surviving guards of the train turned their sights onto me as I leisurely climbed down the hill I was on,

Knowing that I saved their skins they all lowered their guns though they kept a hold of the poorly made weapons, just in case, a thought that I believed to be annoying yet I could understand the caution.

Some moved to clear the way that Children of Atom had previously blocked.

"Hey there." An older man waved me down, his gear seemed older than the rest of his crew's, yet it was in better condition and seemed advance than theirs, "I've seen enough ambushes to know we'd be goners without you friend."

"Happy to lend a hand." I said as I picked up the gun a Child of Atom dropped as they took a bullet in the eye. I pointed at the tech-gun as I held it up to the man with an unasked question.

The man nodded a confirmation, "Go ahead, the dead don't need any of it."

"Well I'm more interested in the tech." I shrugged my shoulders, "Want to see what I can do with it."

"Good with your hands?" The man arched an eyebrow as he took a more cautious glance at the AI beside me.

"I'm alright." I said with fake humility.

He seemed to be mulling something over in deep thought. Though he turned his attention back on the train as it roared back to life.

"Seems like we're on the move. Need to get these supplies to Diamond City. This cursed snow came from nowhere." Yeah seems like the winter is fucking over a lot of people, "Listen…"

"Landon."

The man nodded, "Landon, thank you. If you ever come to Diamond City, tell them Greg vouched for you at the entrance. Hell I'll tell the mayor what you did here today."

"Thanks." I said genuinely, "I was planning on going to Diamond City soon enough." With that the man and his crew boarded the train, the steel beast chugging through the rails and disappeared in the distance.

A/N - Published 2023/8/7

Yo, thanks all for the support.

So just to put it out there, I know that the supermutants are sterile, yada, yada, yada. And its plot point the original Fallout. I'll maybe delve into the supermutant population a bit later.

The supply train is a plot point of the Winter of Atom, though instead of encountering it after the line has been attacked, Landon encountered the attack and helped fight of the Children of Atom.