Diamond City.

The game counterpart paled in comparison to the real thing.

Not only was it much large, both inside and out. It was bustling, hundreds, if not thousands of people roaming around, living their life.

Honestly I wasn't excepting to be so impressed by something like this, but here we were.

Ada had struggled to pin point the signal of the Mechanist, so she decided to stay back the Red Rocket, so she could compile and sieve through signals that she was being overwhelmed with. She did feel bad about not being able to join me, but she was adamant that she would track down the aim of her revenge and nothing was going to stall her any more, I tried to bury the pang of hurt that the AI was prioritising her revenge than me but its not like she owed me anything.

Still I kept to the supposed 'main path' and only running into ferals and mutated bugs, and eventually the stadium came into view, and I was met by a patrol of Diamond City guards.

Thankfully seems like Greg was a man of his word as when I named dropped him, the guards had lead me a path through the refugee camp that littered outside of the arena.

As I was ushered into the stadium I was drawn to a young girl who was trying to hustle out newspapers to anyone who was interested.

"Hey Mister. If you're tired of being a sheep, I've got something that would interest you." Nat Wright said without a hint of fear as she took in my massive form.

"Alright," I took a paper and handed her a few caps.

"You overpaid." She tried to hand the caps back.

"Keep it kid." Giving her a two finger salute and walked off to the centre where I was told Greg would be, though as I walked off, I spotted a red-tanned leather coat, and the woman who wore it staring at me with a guarded expression.

I knew who she was and I was put on the back-burner for a second, because while I knew she was Piper, she didn't look like her game counterpart except for her clothing, no, she held a strong resemblance to certain Impossible Girl.

"Alright," I softly mumbled to myself, "that's odd."

"What's odd?" Greg said as he walked over to me with an outstretched hand, I met his hand and shook it, "Ah." His eyes lingered on the newspaper in my hand.

"The Wright sisters are a force of nature, but they keep the city interesting."

"I bet," My eyes lingered to where I had spotted Piper but she was nowhere in sight, I turned my attention to Greg, the man had told me how the mayor had initially wanted to thank the man who saved the supply train but he was tied up for the next couple of days and wouldn't be able to meet me, which was perfectly fine with me, I had no real desire to meet the Institute Synth just yet.

Honestly I lucked out to be honest, I had completely forgotten the man was an undercover Synth till the head guardsman had mentioned him.

"Landon listen, I hate to do this, but could I ask you to do a job?" Greg looked at me with a little guilt, but I motioned for him to continue. The man explained how their power core's that kept the stadium turned city were running low with the influx of people and new structures draining the usually steady core.

The man had an open communication with a group that had a few spare power cores, the Atom Cats, weren't they the weirdos that were really into the sixties equivalent of whatever era they've immersed themselves in. Was the sixties, but of any another century.

The problem was the train couldn't reach the group, and Greg couldn't afford to send out his more experienced guards, and he didn't want to risk his newbies.

I did question why he couldn't use any old core, but it turns there were different types of cores that had varying degrees of output, and something that ran power armour for a finite amount of time, wouldn't be something that kept a city going.

Hence the Atom Cats and their supposed sup'd up core came in.

I stared out at the people who running around the city, there so many people, just ordinary people that were trying to live their lives, "Alright. I'll help."

Greg let out a sigh as he body relaxed, I was also tempted to question why he was putting so much trust on stranger that he met in a firefight, but I didn't want to rock the boat, and it wasn't as if I was planning on backstabbing the man, way too many people would suffer if the city didn't get the core.

A month, a month before the current core would falter, plenty of time for me to get a replacement, but still the sooner the better, however Greg didn't begrudge me when I asked him where I could get a drink, no instead he let out a laugh and pointed me to the direction of the Dugout Inn.

The place wasn't too shabby considering it was literally a dugout, getting a drink was easy enough as the bar wasn't crowded, though perhaps I should've gotten a table as the waitress serving the tables, a cute smile that reached her eyes, a crooked scar that marred her eyebrow.

It would be too bait to move to a table now, and to be fair I never hit on someone when they were doing their job, especially customer service jobs, they were paid to be friendly. Friendly didn't mean that they needed to deal with pervs getting the wrong idea.

"Hey there." A ditzy voice said beside me, and I glanced the supposedly flawless blond woman, banging bod, nice arse, yada, yada, yada, just not my type.

I wasn't feeling it from her, she was alright, conventionally attractive sure, but there was no fire from her, something odd considering all of the people I've met so far had a certain something that explained how they survived thus far, not vocally but just a feeling that explained their continued existences.

Still, its been a ten days since I got any, Ada being busy, Connie nowhere to be seen, either she was on the road or she was avoiding me.

"Do you want to get out of here?" She said as she pressed her ample body against me.

"Sure, I guess." I said before knocking back my bottle and headed outside, the bewildered woman rushing after me.


Geneva's blonde hair was sprayed across her desk, the view of Diamond City outside of her office outlook wasn't great considering it was near enough midnight if I had to guess.

Her big perky breast stayed up right jiggled with every thrust. Her breaths were laboured as she grinned at me, licking her lips with a hungry look in her eyes. One her hands played with her the nipples of her large tits, while another gripped the wrist of the hand, I was using to keep her movements steady.

"Oh fuck!" Yet another orgasm rolled off her body. Her torso spasming with pleasure.

When she calmed down after a minute or two, I noticed she wasn't best please that I wasn't yet in the same state, probably a hit on her pride or something.

She wasn't a bad lay. Not too bad anyhow, but if I had to guess, she was bit of a cock tease, it was the way she held herself at the bar, her flirting was clumsy, almost like she wasn't used to be the aggressor.

"Still nothing?" She moaned in annoyance.

To be fair I was a little distracted, ten minutes ago when Geneva was on all fours taking a small amount of me from behind, a momentarily stunned Piper Wright had snuck in and picked Geneva's boss's office door, my eyes lingered on the whole time on the press hat wearing woman as she did so, hell she even met my eyes and smirked and gave me a wink. If I was being honest that wink did more for me than the blonde trying taking as much of my cock as she could, it wasn't a lot.

"You haven't even cum once." Geneva pouted, it was kinda gross the cutesy act.

She pulled herself off me, "Sorry." She didn't seem to notice I was pretty much giving her half of my attention.

The woman huffed and keeled down in front of my crotch, "We're not done till you cum, you jerk." Her hand started to massage my balls, her other dainty mitt just about wrapping around the length. Her mouth wide opened, quick as she could she tried to take the whole thing in her mouth, suffice to say she didn't get far, a quarter perhaps.

Low and below seems like Piper was waiting for the perfect opportunity where Geneva was facing away from the door.

The doors slowly opened, and she tried to sneak out of the office, after she locked the doors behind her, the fucking balls on her, as she made it to the lesser used but more quiet walkway, she actually turned around and gave me a cocky two fingered salute.

Nope, "Hey babe. Who's that?"

Piper froze and the blood drained from her face. Geneva pulled the cock out of her mouth, and stared at where I was pointing at.

"Piper!?" Geneva was still knelt, her face now flushed, when she called out to the woman, it wasn't quite outraged. I can work with that, "What are you doing here? Are you snooping on the mayor again?" She clicked her teeth in annoyance. Was she annoyed about that, more than being caught with a cock in her mouth.

Piper winced as she slightly backed away.

"To be perfectly honest, I knew she was there, she was watching us for the last ten minutes of so."

"Piper?" Geneva asked as if I was talking about someone else, "Damn girl, I didn't know you were such a pervert."

"I uh,"

"You know, why don't you join us." Geneva asked with a soft smile, her hands wrapped around my cock again, "I kinda need help with this monster."

"I have no problem with a little voyeur like you joining us." I said with a similar smirk she gave me earlier, "Unless I was mistaken of course."

Geneva didn't say anything else as she started to lick one side of my cock. Her tongue lapping up and down the length.

Piper glared bloody murder as me her teeth clenched, for a moment her eyes flickered to Geneva trying once again to take my length into her mouth. She clicked her teeth, and took off her thick overcoat, followed the green scarf.

She let out a huff and walked towards us, a sports bra that shook with every step. Her form fitting pants show casing her tight rear and shapely legs. Her hat firmly in place.

Even as she reached us there was a hint of anger in her eyes, anger at me, and defo anger at herself.

"More over Geneva." Piper knelt next to the blonde and closed her eyes, she and leaned forward and gave the tip of my cock a kiss, pre-cum coating themselves of her puckered lips, a tongue peeking out lapping it off them, savouring the flavour.

She looked up and met my eyes, mouth open, her tongue leaned against the tip of her top canine, a lustful look mixed with anger. She reared her back and mouth wide open, she quickly plunged forward, gobbling a decent amount of my cock in her mouth.

"Gods." An obscene noise escaped me for the first time tonight, a soft moan of pain and pleasure escaped, teeth scarping against the skin, and green eyes looked at me with mirth and satisfactory glee.

Oh, it's so on Piper.

"Damn, girl. Who knew you had it in you?" Geneva reminded us she still was here with a jealous tone to her voice.

Piper reared back again, my cock leaving her mouth, she gave the tip a kiss that was anything but loving. She arched her head to side and ran her tongue against one side of the length, going up and down. Geneva was quick to copy the action on the other side. Occasionally their lips met when they reached the tip, and I swear Piper's eyes found mine and they were smirking every-time they kissed with my tip in-between their mouths.

Looks like she knows it's on.

The women wanted to give their mouths a break when I wasn't cumming from the blowjob which led to me laying down on Geneva's desk with the blonde woman riding to her best attempts at much of me in her, Piper was sitting on my face, her pants and practical underwear piled on top of our discarded clothes. Her pubic hair wasn't exactly trimmed nor was it a untamed mess, somewhere in the middle, her tight snatch was being probe by my eager tongue.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Geneva's whole body was trembling beyond belief, was this her fifth, sixth orgasm? I know I'm better than most, certainly bigger but I think the whole situation was a bigger factor. Her place of work, though in the twilight, on her desk, hell we were even caught, sort of. It was like a porno. Though I don't suppose she would know that.

"I think, I-I- need a br-"

Piper eased the weight off my face, and I quickly got up caught Geneva before she fell and hurt herself, her eyes half lidded, I moved her body to couch behind a sheet wall, giving her some privacy.

When I returned, I was expecting Piper to be in some sort of state of dress, seeing how Geneva was now out cold, but instead she was playing with her tits, flicking a nipple, or outright massaging them.

Her eyes followed as I sat on the waiting area couch a little away from her as she sat on the desk, while my fingers played with my cock, hers glided down, sensually rubbing against her bare skin, opening her legs wide right before spreading the lips of heavenly pussy, her fingers matched the pace of mine as we fondled our own genitals.

A bit stupid in retrospect, the two of us were cut from the same of cloth of stubborn as it seems, and if we came from the sight of each other cranking it, well we both knew it would be a hallow victory, which was pretty much a loss.

…I can't even remember what was considered a victory now.

Fuck it. Piper begging for my cock it is.

"Come here." I growled in a low voice.

A hard look appeared on her face, and she walked over with purpose, the moment she was a step away, she turned in the spot, a slight wide stances and bent knees, she impaled herself taking pretty much the entire length, with a hissed cry of pain. Her creamy thighs sat on naturally tanned ones.

I am a bastard, I'm mean hell, I drove her to this, and I wanted her to admit she wanted me to do so, but I could understand it would be painful for her initially, so I didn't rock the boat, sort off but not really, literally and figuratively.

Instead with her bare back to me, I leaned forward so my broad chest encompassed it. A hand on her stomach, feeling a slight protrude of me beneath her skin. With the other hand I tucked away a silky strand of her black hair behind her ear, I leaned down with a hunch to my normal perfect posture, I laid soft kisses onto her neck.

"Take your time." I said in between breaths, "Or bow out." Like I said, I'm a bastard.

"Oh, fuck you pal." She said with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah. I'm kinda of waiting for it," I nibbled at her ear and I'm sure she picked up on the teasing smile of on my face, "Size-Queen."

She let out another soft laugh before taking a deep breath, slowly she inched up one by one, her inner walls sliding past my length till my tip was kissing her lips, and without warning she slammed down, once again taking the entire length, again and again and again.

I lost track of the time.

I lost track of the number of orgasms, both mine and hers.

I don't even remember when she turned around so our foreheads were slammed together, angry determined lustful eyes meeting my own. Our lips never touching each others, well directly any how. Our hips rocking, sounds of flesh angrily slapping against flesh.

Yet the one constant of this world remained and the sun was starting to peek over the horizon, drenched in sweat, breaths laboured, her amazing chest heaving, we both knew we didn't have much time left.

I may have eeked out a victory in end with me still being rock hard in her, and her about to call quits.

"Piper, Piper Wright."

"Landon Krit."

"Look me up when you're next in town." She said with a competitive gleam to her eyes, I didn't even question how she knew I was out of here at sun-up.

The hand that was cupping her arse, snaked to the middle, my middle finger tease the spread arse-hole. She didn't even react other than a questioning look, "Does the Size-Queen take it up this hole?"

"You're gonna need a bigger lead than the one you have, to get special treatment like that."

To be fair I wasn't all that I fussed about anal, but something about one upping Piper was really turning me on, especially knowing the woman is deriving the same pleasure trying to get one on me also, "Oh?"

"5-4 to you, Monster-Dong."

I don't like that name, but I have a feeling she'd use it more if I complained, I know, because if she complained about Size-Queen, it would the only thing I'd call her.

"Looks like someone was keeping count." I teased but she ignored it.

"See ya 'round MD."

"SQ." I let out groan as the name escaped me, gods I'm lame.

Still nude, my cum dripping out of her pussy, two fingers holding her boots up, alongside her jacket and clothes slung over her shoulder.

A smirk appeared on her face as my cock twitched at the delectable sight. Oh, am I'm going to pin her down, and fuck her brains out the next time.

"Doesn't roll of tongue, MD."


A/N Published: 2023/08/14

Yo, thanks for the support.

Bit of weird one for me to write, very much out of the norm of my writing but then again the whole story is out of my norm.

Piper and Landon's relationship will be pretty much a lot of this at the moment, two hard headed people clashing and trying to one up each other.

Curious to see if there are any characters that you want Landon to 'interact' with. I've got a list at the moment, with some of the more obvious choices; Magnolia, Gwen McNamara, Glory, etc.