Dealing with the frost fall-covered feral ghouls was easier than dealing with them as their flesh rotted in the Boston sun, so it seemed. The cold causing the normally fluid and unrestrained muscles to become stiff and close to enough to brittle.

All in all, dealing with what seemed to be an endless horde of these pseudo-zombies was pretty damn easy if you could navigate the cold.

Thank funk I'm not human anymore.

"Thanks for the assist, Hot Rod."

I stared blankly at the greaser, I allowed the silence to linger to the point it got awkward, "…no."

"Alright, alright," The man tried to swagger on in his cumbersome power armor… amour that allowed him to reach my chin, "party pooper."

"You know the firefight probably drew attention? I could just let you folks deal with it on your own." I said blandly to convey my annoyance.

"Come on man, where's the fun in that?" The man tried to plead while keeping his cool.

"And I suppose you'd lose out on what you came for, if you did, handsome." A woman walked over with a sway to her hips as she pushed the bloke to the side, "Unless I'm assuming wrong, and you just so happen to be a not-so-friendly but kindly wanderer."

I let out a sigh, "I'm here on behalf of Diamond City, apparently the Atom Cats were contacted about a suitable power core to keep the place chuggin'."

The woman's eyes widened and she quickly fumbled to her side where her grimy pistol was attached to her belt, but before she could draw the uncared-for piece, I swung around with my hammer hefted and turned the beastly mutated hound to a pulpy mush with one strike.

"Who the heck did you guys p' off? Ferals and supermutes!" I growled as I watched a familiar shade of green about to swarm the junkyard.

I stepped forward towards the woman, grabbed the uncared-for firearm in her hands and chucked it to the side.

"What's your deal?" She seethed with outrage at the sudden action.

"That thing was going to misfire and blow off your fingers," I'm a goddamned Brit and even I knew you had to take care of your guns and properly clean and maintain them. How in the hell did this lady survive this long without being able to know that an uncared-for firearm was figuratively and sort of literally a ticking time bomb?

Hells even pipe weapons that seemed to litter the Commonwealth had a semblance of care put into them, even if the craftsmanship was shoddy at best.

"He's right Rowdy," The man in the power suit said, as he pulled the woman into cover, in their homestead/base of ops.

"Cover me," I told the man as I left my sledgehammer on the ground and drew my sword and explosive .44, the duel wielding the combo for the last few months has given me plenty of experience in using them in tandem effectively.

Cutting through the small group of supermutants and hounds, was something that wasn't beyond my scope anymore, it wasn't that they proved no threat, I refused to get complacent in this world, that was asking for death, but as I thrust my blade into the knee of the supermutant who tried his luck in caving my head in with their hammer. I quickly blew off his head as I pressed the barrel of my gun into his forehead.

That was about the fifth mutated person I killed in quick succession.

Apparently, that was worthy of pausing for, as a couple of mutants near me backed off, and a more taller foe than I stalked forward.

I looked to my side to see the Atom Cats were fearing well, and the nonfighters were held up beyond substantial cover.

Turning my focus on the new supermutant that pursued me, she was daunting in presence alone. Voluptuous and equally muscles, a loincloth-like poncho that just about reached her thighs, while also showcasing an ample amount of cleavage. Going by the various supermutants I've faced so far, I'm sure any quick movement and her nether would be in view alongside her thick thumper.

A quick reminder to myself that I should probably not feign a loss, no matter whatever porn scenario my horny arse is conjuring up.

Her red hair was matted and hastily braided, and her eyes matched her lips, beaming a palpable excitement.

She hefted something that looked like a car bumper but sharpened.

Was it a perfect weapon? Not even close, no, but it was far past the scale of 'If I get hit by that I'm screwed' if you added in the fact she could heft that mess of wrong iron with ease.

I stowed the empty .44 to my holster, which only fell out of the holster as I dodged the strike because I forgot to button the holster closed… Damn it.

No time to worry about my favourite gun, as I leaned forward to strike at the female mutant beefy arm with my blade. The blade sunk maybe about an inch into the green-muscled flesh, resistant was met all the way.

"Well, bugger." I lamented.

The supermutant Spartan kicked me across the chest, laying me flat across my back on the damp ground. I didn't have time to complain about the most likely cacked mud on my lightly plated armoured back, as the supermutant rushed and arched down her makeshift blade down with the intent of splitting my head apart.

I rolled away further covering me in mud and also allowing her blade to briefly be stuck in the ground. Taking advantage of her brief blunder as she tried to free her shoddy weapon, I sent a kick to her shin, causing her to stumble back in pain.

Rushing to my feet, from my crouched position, I shoulder barged her, my side slamming into her unbalanced form, knocking her back. Though she was quicker on her feet than I.

As she snarled at me, a hint of joy in her face, she squared her shoulders to let out a roar, "I am Strong!"

Wait an effing minute, is she…?

Taking a risk, calculated as it is, is still a risk considering even if I have more sympathy for supermutants than raiders, I hadn't spared anyone since I've gotten to this universe.

I rushed over and slid to my .44, seeing this, Strong rushed towards me, most likely to pummel my head in. In a quick snapshot, I got back into a crouch before lurching my arm up with my finger on the trigger.

Pressing the barrel into the underside of her chin, I stared her dead in the eyes, as our bodies were pressed against each other. My heart thumped as I was glad, she didn't dare 'risk' attacking further with the empty gun flush against her.

"Take your men, and leave," I said with laboured breath. The heat of her body pressed against me, coupled with the adrenaline of the firefight, and me just being me. Strong probably felt my hard member pressed against her. Though she didn't pay it much attention… thankfully?

"You spare us?" Her soft voice was still a shade deeper than most women, not that it wasn't excepted, "Why?"

"Too many pointless deaths today." I shrugged, "Plus," My eyes flickered down for a moment, an action she caught, "you're gorgeous, so it'd be a waste." I uttered low with a smirk on my face, one she met.

She eventually backed away and I stowed the piece once against, but my hand hovered over the handle as if this were a standoff of sorts, and I suppose it was, as I eyed the supermutant as she walked over to her weapon.

I took a passing glance at the others, a few supermutants were alive alongside their hounds. The Atom Cats were all still standing however their power-armour was in dire need of repairs.

"We leave." Strong ordered with a boom, and the supermutants all lowered their weapons, and I was thankful that the near-beaten Atom Cats were smart enough not to attack the now-pacified mutants. Strong faced me for a moment, "We fight again, Warrior. Without weapons." She stated as she passed me alongside her men.

"Perhaps without clothes also." I gave her a wink which only seemed to amuse her as her eyes roved over my body.

"Yes." Was all she uttered as she walked off. My eyes were stuck on her as the Atom Cats and I watched them leave out of sight.

"Any reason why you didn't kill her!" The man asked with a sense of anger and a sense of accusatory to his tone.

As a response, I unloaded the .44 to reveal the empty cartridges, "She's the better warrior, thankfully she didn't count the shots." She would've killed me, easily, and then them. The man seemed assuaged at whatever his thoughts had led him to, "Plus she's hot."

The man sent me a hard look as I unashamedly shrugged my shoulders. Own who you are, that's always been something I've tried to live by, and it's not like I care about the Atom Cat beyond what was promised to Diamond City.

Well maybe not entirely true, Rowdy was a babe and the whole greaser mechanic thing worked for me, those jeans combo with that ass, all tightly snug worked as a feast for the eyes, but I couldn't try and take a swing with the mechanic, not with the bloke not leaving me out of his sight.

The Atom Cats seemed thankful for the assist, but I don't think we had the likes of a working relationship anytime soon.

Ah well heading back to Diamond City with the altered power core, meant I could head back to the stadium-turned-city, which also meant that I could probably get my favourite journalist to take care of… why the pretence?

Piper was the wildest fuck I ever had, and the damned woman had me hooked. Not that I was going to tell her.

Let's just hope she was thirsting for it as bad as I am.

Thankfully Piper's sister was at school, and the woman assured me that the girl was going to hang out with friends when they were let loose to run the city manic, so there was little chance of the girl walking in catching or hearing us.

Hearing us would've been more likely.

We were on our side, flesh clapping echoed out in the small home with a small undertone of heavy breathing as I drive the entirety of my cock into her tight pussy. Piper was holding herself steady with one hand wrapped around the thin metal of her headboard, and the other grabbing a fistful of the bed sheet beneath us.

I was in a similar position as one hand clasped the metal, that bent under my strength, and the other held her hip, keeping her steady while also guiding her rocking.

"That night," I breathed out, still setting the pace and thrusting in and out of her.

"Which night? There are plenty of nights." There was a smirk on her face I just know it.

"The night where I shoved this thing so far up into you, I seemed to have addled your memory."

"Oh," She removed her hand from the bed sheet and grabbed mine that was on her hip, she then placed my hand on her right breast, while she played with the left, "you mean the night where you were having the most boring sex, with the big titted no brained dumbass, then I came in rocked your ever living night."

"Too descriptive. Sound like someone is jealous." I teased her nipple by pinching it.

"Please." In one fluid motion, she elbowed me back swung her leg over my hip, and forced me on my back, all the while my cock was still in her. She was gently rocking her hips, a far cry from the usual impaling she does to herself. If it was a breather then I wasn't going to comment, "You came back to Diamond City, and whose bed are you in?"

"Yours." I needlessly admitted, "But I mean it was obvious who I really enjoyed that night."

"Oh golly, you liked vagina two better than one. We ladies sure are pleased to hear that sir." She said in a crude old-timey accent.

"Flip you," I rolled my eyes, "Geneva picked me up, and you-"

"And me?" She said with a pointed look.

"Okay fair, I got caught up in the moment, but you have to admit you were teasing me."

She clicked her teeth, "Fine, I was. Partly because I liked what I saw, partly because you were having awful sex." I reached with one hand gripping her side just under her right breast, with the other hand on her hip, I rocked us a bit faster then she was.

"It wasn't awful, it just she wasn't my type." I tried to defend the blonde woman.

Piper smirked at my words, "Well you may have to tell her that, 'cause she wants a repeat of that night."

"Only if you're there." I toyed with the idea of another threesome with the blonde.

"We'll see." She looked pleased with herself, "So what about that night?" She asked before suddenly raising up and slamming down unexpectedly, briefly knocking the wind out of me as she set the pace to her max once again.

I then looked up at her confused for a moment, "Oh, right. What were you thinking then, you know when you walked out with that wink, swagger, smirk, and salute?"

Piper knew what I was talking about, we both knew it was obvious, but she didn't say anything, "Really?" I groaned, "Fine, when you snuck in, picked the lock and watched us the whole time, it was getting me off more than Geneva."

Piper let out a snort, "And you called me the voyeur." I pinched her nipple, "Fine, MD." She let out a soft moan and swatted the hand. Once again she slowed the pace, "I thought poor luck that you got stuck with wet fish like Geneva, who is a terrible lay no matter what you say, I thought damn you have a nice dick, and…"

"And?"

She glared down at the smile on my face, "And that I was going to take this entire thing," She pressed a knee into the mattress and straightened the other leg, raising up till her pussy lips were once again kissing my tip probably to emphasize the point, "and shove it so far into me, you'd see god."

I could say many things to that, though I kept it to myself, "I met god, he took away my ability to curse."

"The fuck?" Her confusion and her awkward position were what I needed, to flip us around.

I gave her red rear a slap for good measure, a soft 'oh god' escaping would be treasured, "Alright we've lost plenty of time, let's get back to it."

Piper was on hands and knees, or elbow and knees, it kept switching as I swapped the pace, mostly to annoy the woman any time she got comfortable.

At this angle, there was little resistance. I kept on going plunging my entire length into her tight cunt.

Hammering away.

Counting her orgasms.

As she counted how many times I came in her tight pussy.

That's not to say there wasn't some foul play going on.

Piper let out a stifled yelp, her mouth clamped shut, I paused my movements, full length in her, and hovered over her ear, "What was that Size-Queen?"

"Nothing." She gritted out, clenched handfuls of her ruined bed sheet, "Now switch." She demanded.

"Nah." I spread her thick arse cheeks, roughly taking handfuls of the meaty rear. I pulled back getting ready to slam into her, only for her to tuck herself in and throw me off balance, she took advantage of my instability and leapt at me, throwing us off the bed.

Not wasting any time, she found her saddle and started to ride.

She was looking heavenly, matted hair clinging to her face, a sheen of sweat glistening her body, her tits swaying up and down with her movements, her pussy eating the entirety of my cock. She ran her hands through her hair, pulling it all back as she clasped her fingers behind her head, a smirk gracing her thin lips.

I gritted my teeth, but the damned woman's smirk widened, as she felt a hot pump of cum flood her womb.

"I'm catching up." She said in a husky voice, I swear that would've pushed me over the edge if I hadn't already came.

I can never tell her else she'd used it all the time… I'm forgetting why that was a bad idea if she did.

"3-2." She sang out.

Oh yeah, that's why.

"You're a liar." I growled, "It's 4-2." She rolled her eyes the smirk still on her face, fucking bullshit, men's equipment is like a fucking canon, it's obvious it either happened or it didn't, "It's 4-2."

"So eager, boy my asshole must taste divine, it seems to have made quite the impression on you."

"Flip off. It's just a matter of wanting you stuffed via all three holes. You, in cum-induced daze as you fondly reminisce about the glorious specimen of a man who did it."

Her face was blank for a moment, "You're so full of yourself." She said in a teasing voice as she slapped her own arse, "If you want to put it on a pedestal fine by me, you ain't getting it for a long time."

"Good so you know I'll get it eventually." Plus, I couldn't help myself, "Actually, you're the one who's so full of me." I winked.

She actually laughed. Though her amused expression quickly turned to dread, "Piper. I'm home."

My expression matched hers. Piper looked down at me with an unneeded pleading look as she placed a finger to her lips. I was annoyed that she thought I would've done anything else, but I nodded and slowly rose up when the woman pulled herself off my slowly turning flaccid cock.

She arched an eyebrow as she's only ever seen it rock hard.

"What? Of course, it goes soft." I whispered low.

"Hey kiddo." Piper shouted down to her sister, "I thought you were hanging with Kate and Dom."

"They were making goo-goo eyes at each other all throughout, it was gross."

I got dressed as quietly as I could, thankfully Piper was speaking to her sister and was covering any noise I was making.

"Hey Piper, what's that smell? It smells weird." The blood drained from our faces, and I opened the door to her makeshift balcony, hopefully airing out the home of the Wright sisters.

"Um, I'm not feeling well, that's probably what you're smelling." I paused and gave her an amused look, the look I got in reply screamed bloody murder, "…go." The promise of pain was clear in that one lowly uttered word.

A/N - 2023/12/08

Yo, thanks for the support.

Plenty of great ideas in the comments which I appreciate. Happy to listen to ideas be it character interactions, story threads, or just weird ideas. This Fallout story of mine is something for me to widen my writing range. Though I will try to keep Landon and the others in 'character'.