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But Leanne has a secret... Fallout 3 (C) Bathesda", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The Lone Wanderer finds a Raider hideout, and saves a bunny from their clutches. But Leanne has a secret... Fallout 3 (C) Bathesda", "writing": "Ahh, the Capitol Wasteland; full of ghouls, mutants, giant scorpions, raiders, cannibals. The list goes on. 2284. Seven years after I escaped Vault 101. My name is Leanne. I am a zebra. A tall zebra, might I add. With rather large breasts, if you’re interested in that. Though my colorations, hooves, and size may seem a disadvantage, I got by. I can sneak up on a hostile foe and slit his throat with barely a whisper. On my hourglass-framed body, I wore a blue jumpsuit, on over the torso was a black leather jacket, with a blue cobra stitched onto the back; a gift from a “friend” back when I saved his mother. On the back of the jumpsuit, though hidden currently from the jacket, were the numbers “101” in bold print. \n\nI took in a deep breath through my large nostrils. Though the air was polluted and I could feel the Geiger counter on my wrist ticking slightly, I sighed contentedly, looking around a little. I’d explored just about every nook and cranny this wasteland had to offer, or so I thought. Lifting up my left arm, I pressed a few buttons on my Pip-boy 3000, humming a bit as I examined the GPS map on it, turning off the radio in the process. [i]If Gob is to be believed[/i], I thought, [i]there’s still a Raider hideout still around here…[/i] Megaton did get many wanderers to the bar, Moriarty’s, and I’m sure they had many stories to tell, and since that fox-turned-ghoul was the bartender there, it made sense that he’d be trusted. In fact, the guy would’ve been good-looking if it weren’t for the decomposed flesh and the hoarse voice. Not to mention the guy was likely completely impotent. A shame, really. \n\nI stopped and looked out in the distance, spotting what looked like a large junk pile. I pulled out a pair of binoculars, crouching down and zooming in at the object and snorting a little as the image came into focus. “I’ll be damned.” I lowered the binoculars, smiling a little. “The ghoul was right…” I laughed a little, looking over my shoulder at the assortment of weapons on my back. I kept several with me, knowing exactly where they were while strapped onto my shoulders. I pulled a sniper rifle from my back first, lowering myself onto my belly and propping the gun on a rock, zooming the scope onto a raider patrolling the outside. There were three, and if I were lucky, I could take all of them out without alerting the others. \n\nTaking careful aim at the one on the ground, a lioness by looks of her in an absurd haircut, I waited until she was right in front of one of the others, and fired. I closed my eyes and could almost see the bullet flying through the air, slicing right through her skull just below the ear, and through the other side, and then through the male’s jugular, and kept going, likely eventually lodging itself into a skull of a mole rat, if there was any luck to be had. I opened my eyes, looking through the scope again as I saw the third Raider on the roof of the makeshift building had not even seen her comrades fall. I dispatched her quickly, and put away my rifle, pulling a 10mm pistol from my waist instead as I started for the junk pile. I searched the bodies and found an assault rifle with a few clips from the lioness. As for her mouse comrade that had been dispatched right beside her, I pulled out a combat knife and a few 10mm rounds. His pistol I used to repair my own, dropping the extra parts that I didn’t need. Climbing up onto the roof, I grabbed the last Raider’s shotgun shells and used his shotgun to repair mine as well. \n\nNow came the slightly harder part. The decision; either kick the door in and shoot in random directions, or push it open and hide behind the wall. I went for the latter, dropping silently onto the ground and pulled off my sunglasses, placing them on the ground. No need for them now that I was about to go indoors, and likely underground. I leaned against the wall pressing my ear against it and listening. No voices, but obvious breathing. Two, maybe three Raiders in there. Right, then. I reached up, turning the doorknob slowly, hearing guns cocking inside, then pushed it open, withdrawing my hoof-hand quickly as a flurry of shots flew through the open door. Did it not occur to them to fire through the flimsy metal wall? Gods, I swear that these guys had about the same intelligence as feral ghouls. I took in a deep breath, and as one raider, a large equine, appeared, I looked away as I buried a bullet into his brain. I always felt guilty when I killed those of my kin. Ignoring his body, and the sledge hammer he wielded, I rolled into the doorway, targeting two Raiders, both wielding an assault rifle, and neither of them very happy. When they fell, I looted their bodies, and looked around. “Heh, not bad,” I muttered, after getting several grenades from an ammo box. The Raiders had built the shack over the entrance to a subway tunnel, which may have been in use at some point for the non-existent city I’d passed on my way here, but time and of course, being in a post-apocalyptic wasteland was cruel. Holding my pistol at the ready, I snuck down the stairs, my hooves barely making the slightest “clop” as I walked. \n\nIt wasn’t long until I found the main hideout; an area in the lobby where the trains would stop for passengers, the tunnels on either side blocked off by bits of wood and debris. I checked my Pip-boy. Eight hostile units all around me, and interestingly enough, one friendly surrounded by a group of four. I never knew for sure how the Pip-boy discerned friend from foe. Perhaps it scanned brain waves somehow? I never thought too much about it. Anyway, someone was likely in trouble. I peeked around the corner, spotting two Raiders in the security office and one near a wall past them obviously relieving himself, and a female fox walking in my direction. “I’m gonna go check the entrance, boys,” she called to her comrades over her shoulder. I pulled my head back, slipping up the stairs and into the shadows, taking deep, slow breaths through my nose as I waited in front of a broken Nuka-Cola vending machine, readying the combat knife I had taken from a Raider. When the vixen walked past, I nearly made a mistake in striking as she turned to the machine beside the one I was hidden beside, opening it up and grabbing a cola, murring to herself and wagging her tail as she swigged the drink. \n\n[i]Gonna be your last Nuka-Cola, I’m afraid,[/i] I thought as she turned back down the hall. I slipped silently up behind her, placing my large hoof-hand over her mouth and burying the six inch blade into her neck. She struggled a bit momentarily, but eventually she fell limp. As I was pulling her into the shadows, however, something happened that I had not expected. I felt something enter my shoulder, and the pain was unbearable, yet not unfamiliar as the bullet buried itself into a bone. I cried out, turning to the source, at the same time drawing my pistol.\n\nThe lizard had barely enough time to yell, “Hey, boys! We got--” before getting a 10mm round right between his eyes. I grunted a little, holding my arm.\n\n“Gods damn it…” I pulled out a syringe, burying the needle into my shoulder. Immediately, the pain numbed. The medicines in these syringes only worked in dulling the pain until I could get a real doctor to pull the damned bullet out of my shoulder. The good doctor in Megaton has been getting a lot of business lately… \n\nI groaned a little, standing up. No point in subtlety any more. I pulled an assault rifle from my back, snorting a little as I rounded the corner, firing through the window of the security office to take out the two guys, then turned my attention towards where the rest of them were likely getting friendly with someone. There was another office nearby, and as I kicked the door down, holding my scoped .44 magnum, I scowled at what I saw. Four males were standing over a nude female rabbit, who was sitting tied up in a swivel office chair, their pants down as they argued amongst themselves who had the biggest endowment and who would “fuck this slut up”. \n\n“Resorting to rape now?” I asked, ignoring the bunny’s surprised gasp. “I knew you guys weren’t beneath hanging bodies like sadistic Christmas decorations, but rape? Come on, there are easier ways to get sex.” I fired my gun, the first guy falling quickly. The other three scrambled to get their pants up and grab weapons. The first guy failed at both, the second failed at the latter, and the third succeeded in grabbing a weapon and pointing it at me before he found that he no longer had part of his face. I holstered my gun, walking over to the rabbit and pulling off her gag. She gasped a little and looked at me.\n\n“Th-thank you… I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up,” she said, covering her breasts once I freed her arms.\n\n“There’s no need to do that,” I said, smiling. “I have the same equipment, only bigger.” She smiled, and giggled too. She had a cute laugh. “What’s your name?” I asked.\n\n“Molly,” she replied, blushing and still covering her breasts. I nodded, and after learning she didn’t know where her clothes were, I lead her to the dead vixen I had killed, pulling off her clothes and giving them to Molly. They weren’t very much effective against any bullets, of course, but they were better than walking around nude in a wasteland. I wouldn’t have complained, of course. “You’re bleeding,” she said as we walked up the stairs. I gave her my 10mm pistol for a bit better protection just in case we were jumped by some mole rats on the way back to Megaton. Which was likely, of course. This was the Capitol Wasteland, after all. \n\nI looked at my jumpsuit. “Oh, so I am. I’ll change clothes after I get checked out by the doctor in Megaton.” Molly blinked at me. I smiled. “Stimpaks are pretty useful, Molly.”\n\n* * *\n\nWe didn’t meet up with as much resistance as I’d originally thought. A few bloatflies and a mole rat, but there wasn’t too much of a problem until a giant radscorpion appeared. Luckily, some traveling merchants happened to walk by and it was taken care of. After getting a few of my weapons repaired and some better clothes for Molly, we set off once more.\n\n“This is Megaton?” asked Molly as we came up to what looked like an enormous junk pile, the Protectron robot pressing a button to pull apart two large sheets of metal. \n\n“Welcome to Megaton, partner,” said the robot.\n\nWe entered the town and Molly looked around. I smiled a little. “I know it’s not really anything special, but this place is really cozy.” The rabbit’s eyes widened as she saw the nuclear bomb in the center of town, hiding behind me. \n\n“That is a bomb,” she whimpered.\n\n“That has been disarmed, by the zebra you are hiding behind,” said a voice, and a lion, his mane graying a little, stepped up to us, and tilting his hat a little, he smiled to me and Molly. “Lucas Simms: Mayor and sheriff of Megaton. Welcome home, ‘Lone Wanderer’.” \n\n“Lone Wanderer?” asked Molly, looking up at me. “You’re the one that escaped from Vault 101?” I rolled my eyes.\n\n“Yeah, but that was eight years ago. Call me Leanne, Molly…” Molly nodded, and Lucas stepped up to her, holding out his large paw.\n\n“Good to meet you. Any friend of Leanne’s is a friend of mine.” I smiled a little. \n\n“Found her in a Raider hideout. They used a subway tunnel as a base, using junk to cover the entrance in a makeshift shack. She was close to getting very ‘friendly’ with them. Show her around, Lucas; I need to go visit the doc and later I’ll be in Moira’s place. She said she had some kind of new way to cook radroach meat…” I shuddered a little, remembering the last time that crazy Dachshund asked me to test out some “new development”.\n\nAs I stepped into the doctor’s office, the hyena sitting on a chair at a table looked up, rolling his eyes. “Let me guess. Another thirty bullets in your gut?”\n\n“Close. One bullet in my shoulder blade.” The hyena sighed.\n\n“One hundred and fifty caps. You may be the hero of Megaton, but you’re really coming in here too much.” I unzipped my jumpsuit down to my waist, laying face down on a mattress as the doctor grabbed a sterile set of pliers. “Not that I mind the business; I’m just afraid that the next time, you’ll lose an arm and Moira will be the one to fix you up.”\n\n“I wouldn’t mind having a metal arm,” I giggled, then yelped a bit as the doctor shoved the needle nose pliers into my wound, and I gripped the pillow. The stimpak was wearing off. \n\n“Yeah, well… If you did, then it would be easier for it to get cut off. Brace yourself.” He grunted as he yanked the bullet, making my back arch slightly in pain.\n\n“Damn, Doc… You could be a dentist…”\n\n“I’m already a damned dentist.” He turned away from me as I sat up. I had a sneaking suspicion that this male hyena was either gay or impotent. Or both. Nuclear radiation affected different people in different ways, after all.\n\n“Well, see you later, Doc. I have to go see Moira about an experiment.”\n\nAbout half an hour later, I was bent over my toilet in my house, groaning. My robot butler, Wadsworth, floated behind me. “Do you need assistance, madam?”\n\nI coughed a little. “No, thank you, Wadsworth…” I wiped my mouth, going over to my sink and cleaning my face a little. The radiation stung a little, but I had been extremely irradiated before so it didn’t affect me much. Plus, I think I became quite immune to it in my time outside of the Vault. “I would like a bottle of purified water, though.” The robot opened a compartment on his hull, which was a cooler of water. I grabbed one and drank it to get the bad taste out of my mouth.\n\n“Might I suggest respectfully declining Moira Brown’s invitations to her absurd experiments?” I shook my head, twitching an ear as I heard a knock on my door.\n\n“No, I can’t do that. It’s only nice to help her with those. I mean, the survival guide sold well enough, and I got to learn a good bit about the Mirelurks. And she was one of my first friends when I came here.” I shrugged as I put a hoof-hand on the door. “Besides, someday that old quack will learn that there is no way to cook Radroach meat that will make it less disgusting.” I opened the door, looking down at a familiar white rabbit, who smiled. “Hey, Molly.”\n\n“Hey, Leanne, umm… The mayor showed me all around the town, and… Well, I don’t trust the owner of Moriarty’s, and…”\n\n“You wanna stay here for the night?” I asked.\n\n“Well, yeah…” She rubbed her arm, looking shyly up at me. “And, I haven’t repaid you for saving my life…”\n\nI smiled a little. “Well, I understand you. That Irish weasel makes me want to dunk my head in the water around the bomb.” I had drank it before, but I wasn’t going to tell Molly that. I moved out of the way and Molly stepped inside, looking around. Wadsworth came down the stairs.\n\n“Madam, I have found some odd stains in your mattress, and—Oh. Excuse me.” The robot floated down to Molly and seemed to bow. “Good afternoon, madam. I am Wadsworth, Leanne’s butler.” I laughed a little and Molly waved. \n\n“Nice to meet you. I’m Molly.”\n\n“Pleasure. Would you like a drink, Molly?”\n\n“Oh, no thank you, Wadsworth.” The robot bowed again. \n\n“Go on and shut down and recharge, Wadsworth. I’ll boot you up when I need you.” The robot bowed once more and moved to a corner and shut down, thunking slightly on the floor. I giggled a bit. “Are you hungry, Molly?”\n\n“Um, a little.” I smiled, going over to my refrigerator and pulling out a box of Salisbury steak. \n\nIt was a few hours later and Molly was staring at me as I told a story of one my adventures in the Wasteland. “…And then Fawkes yells, ‘Charge!’ and everything goes to hell. He’s firing his Gatling laser and I’m running forward with a Super Sledge, swinging at a Raider, who falls. Once the outside is taken care of, I ask Fawkes to stay out there and cover the exit. It takes maybe a good hour to take out all the Raiders, and I got some unexpected help from some Feral Ghouls who had not taken kindly to us being in there. Luckily, I had a few frag grenades. After leaving the factory, Fawkes asked me if I thought I made a difference.”\n\n“Do you?”\n\nI shrugged. “Raiders are everywhere. I doubt they’ll ever be completely killed off. You never know, though.”\n\nMolly nodded a bit and drank her water, staring at her small white paws. “Leanne, thank you for saving me. If there’s anything you want…” I held up a hoof-hand, shaking my head.\n\n“Molly, don’t. I saved you, and you’re thankful, but your thanks are thanks enough, I assure you.” I reached over to rub her head, making her murr a little. “Now, it’s getting late and you can have my bed if you want. I’ve had many sleepless nights before, and the bed’s too small for us both anyway. You’d probably have to sleep on top of me.”\n\nMolly blushed a little, nodding. “Okay.” I showed her to my bedroom and she undressed. I went to another room of my house; a room with many parts on the floor, a work table, several tools, and a swivel chair. \n\nI laid out a schematic on the table, picking up a few parts and starting work. The schematic was for a type of fire sword. It was about three hours later when I was shaken awake, the sword half-assembled on the table. My jumpsuit was zipped down to my waist and my arms were out of the sleeves, so it looked like I just wore pants. I looked up into a pair of swamp green eyes. “Molly?” The rabbit smiled sheepishly.\n\n“I woke up half an hour ago and couldn’t go back to sleep. What are you working on?” she added, looking at the motorbike handle with a lawnmower blade attached to the end, the handle brake making a good hand-guard with Wonderglue. I had been in the process of threading a long, flexible plastic tube through the other end of the handle to fuel the pilot light at the sword base that would theoretically cause the blade to become engulfed in flames as the touch of a button on the battery powered propeller in the inside of the five gallon gas tank that would attach to a leather belt, which would then be on my waist.\n\n“Something called the ‘Shishkebab’; basically a sword with a blade engulfed in flames.”\n\n“That seems… Scientifically impossible.”\n\n“They said the same thing about people becoming mindless zombies when exposed to massive amounts of nuclear radiation.”\n\n“They did?”\n\n“Dunno, but it would be nice to say ‘I told you so’ to the scientist douche who did.” We giggled and I turned back to the sword. Molly placed her small paw on my shoulder, turning me back around in my swivel chair so that I could face her. She was wearing my nightdress. I never wore it, but in her, it was so cute, and it showed off her breasts nicely.\n\n“Leanne, I know you said that my thanks were thanks enough, but… I still feel like I owe you something.” Her paw ran across my thigh, and I nickered a little, looking up at her. I opened my mouth, but she placed a finger on my large lips. “Please don’t say anything, Leanne. I want this. I mean, I’m not used to girls, but I still want to thank you…”\n\n“It’s not that,” I started, but she cut me off again, shaking her head.\n\n“Just let me do this…” She lowered herself onto her knees, reaching out to pull the jumpsuit zipper down.\n\n“Molly, seriously, I--” Molly gasped loudly as a certain male appendage popped out of my suit, already starting to harden. “I’m a hermaphrodite.” I bet you’re as surprised as Molly was as looked up at me, her eyes wide. “I tried to tell you, Molly.”\n\n“Am I the first to learn this?”\n\n“No. Only one other who is living knows, but he’s asexual. Fawkes helped me out of a bind, similar to yours, only it was slavers who thought I could get some serious cash. They’d caught me and Fawkes by surprise, stripped me down and found out about my… Condition, I suppose, and Fawkes broke free of his bonds and saved me. He promised not to tell anyone about it when we parted ways. It’s a big wasteland, after all, but word still travels fast…” I looked down at Molly, and blinked at what I saw. She had reached out while I was talking and wrapped her fingers around what part of my length she could. It was of modest length for my species, only about nine and a half inches, but I still had about the same thickness as any average anthropomorphic equine there was; which is pretty damn thick, mind you. The color was black with white splotches all over it as if someone with a paintbrush flecked white paint on it. “You’re not… Turned off by that?”\n\nShe smiled a little and moved her body in between my legs, kissing the flared tip of my shaft. “Nah. This is the Capitol Wasteland, Leanne. We’ve both seen messed up stuff in our times here. This is a nice change of pace, in my opinion.” I smiled and nodded, leaning back slightly in my chair as she engulfed the tip into her mouth, reaching down to stroke under my plump sac, rubbing gently just outside of my labia, my back arching as I moaned. She had some experience under her belt, I could tell. Just how much experience she had was yet to be seen, but I was sure to figure it out soon enough. As for me, I’d only had sex twice before; with a slave back when the slavers had captured me, and one of the slavers shortly after. They had both been killed in the crossfire.\n\nMolly was a purebred rabbit, through and through, her lips sliding down to the halfway mark, just at the medial ring. I placed my hoof-hand on her head, scratching behind her ear, making that cute cotton tail wiggle as she churred softly, her eyes closing. She bobbed her head slowly, her saliva glistening on my length, the veins pulsating gently. The bunny paused a moment, pulling the nightdress off over her head, fully exposing her breasts, the pink nipples erect. She moved up a little, using her paws to press her modest bust over my thick member sliding her furred mounds up and down, letting friction to the rest. \n\nMy back arched, and I moaned. Gods, that was incredible. The slave back at the compound had only gotten me ready and bent over for me; this was new, but I wasn’t complaining. Molly licked at the tip of my length as she moved up and down, my large hoof-hand rubbing her head. After a few moments of teasing, Molly stood up, leaning in to kiss my lips. I kissed back eagerly, rumbling deep in my chest. Her eyes glimmered with lust as she turned tail and scurried off to my room. I followed eagerly, my Vault 101 jumpsuit not even leaving the swivel chair, the half-finished Shishkebab lay forgotten on the worktable. When I entered my room, Molly was on all fours on the bed, her legs spread slightly and her cotton tail wiggling as I watched her a moment, my thick equine length leaking pre and pulsing at the sight. \n\nI walked forward, my hooves clopping slightly on the metal floor. I wanted to thrust into right then, but if there was one thing I knew well, it was that without proper lubrication, things can get messy. I laid on the bed, my legs hanging over the side as I reached up to grab Molly’s hips, pulling her down to my face. She squeaked in surprise, grabbing a hold of the headboard as she looked down at me, and I smirked, running my long tongue across her moist folds. She moaned, her back arching. I continued, my eyes closing as I worked her over, nearly making her buck on my face. At one point she was nearly to her climax, but I pulled back, making her whimper. I sat up, pulling her with me as I kissed her this time, my hoof-hands gripping her deliciously plump rear. The rabbit pulled away again, laying on the bed and reaching down to spread her labia a little, looking up at me. I smiled, moving to run my tongue along her body. She moaned softly, smirking a bit as I pressed the tip of my length against her sex, taking deep breaths and holding the headboard for support. Molly looked up to me, nodding. I nodded back. No turning back now. My hips moved forward, my thick length starting to slide in, making Molly grunt and moan. She had likely never taken anyone of my thickness before, but I wasn’t going to stop for that. The second the first two inches entered, I remembered just how long it had been since my first sexual experiences. I kept going until the halfway point the medial ring popping into her.\n\nShe was panting, her legs wrapping around my waist as I rested a moment. I looked down at her and she smiled, still gripping the headboard. She nodded a little, and I smiled, pushing forward a little more, her little moan spurring the movement. Until my plump sac pressed against her rear, I pushed. Adjusting slightly, I let her get used to my size. She was likely stretched to her limit, her pink folds twitching around my thick meat, milking it for all the cream I had to give. I placed my large hoof-hands on either side of her body, bending down to kiss her lips. She churred softly and licked my nose. “Go ahead,” she said, and that’s when the fun began.\n\nThe bunny held the headboard tightly as I started rocking my hips, Molly’s legs giving me just enough slack to allow backwards motion so that my length could slide in and out of her. She was moaning my name, her back arching and her head thrown back in bliss. I groaned, my hips soon slapping against her own. Her breasts were bouncing soon as well, the bed rocking beneath us, the metal creaking rhythmically. \n\nI was in bliss, Molly’s body writhing against my own as she let out a loud moan, her legs clamping around my hips, her sex squeezing as hard as it could as her climax took her, making her spasm and shake, her toes likely curling tightly, though I couldn’t see them. I came shortly after her, my length deep within her as my thick, hot, creamy seed filled her, the tip of my length flaring out and locking itself in her as my seed filled her womb. Our species were vastly different, so there would be no chance of offspring, even if I were fertile. I held my position until the last of my seed spurted forth, then collapsed, pinning her beneath me. I was still buried within her, but I doubt she cared; I certainly didn’t. As we both fell asleep, our heartbeats pounding against each other’s chests, I smiled to myself.\n\nJust another day in the Capitol Wasteland; this one just happened to be one of the best.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Ahh, the Capitol Wasteland; full of ghouls, mutants, giant scorpions, raiders, cannibals. The list goes on. 2284. Seven years after I escaped Vault 101. My name is Leanne. I am a zebra. A tall zebra, might I add. With rather large breasts, if you’re interested in that. Though my colorations, hooves, and size may seem a disadvantage, I got by. I can sneak up on a hostile foe and slit his throat with barely a whisper. On my hourglass-framed body, I wore a blue jumpsuit, on over the torso was a black leather jacket, with a blue cobra stitched onto the back; a gift from a “friend” back when I saved his mother. On the back of the jumpsuit, though hidden currently from the jacket, were the numbers “101” in bold print.

I took in a deep breath through my large nostrils. Though the air was polluted and I could feel the Geiger counter on my wrist ticking slightly, I sighed contentedly, looking around a little. I’d explored just about every nook and cranny this wasteland had to offer, or so I thought. Lifting up my left arm, I pressed a few buttons on my Pip-boy 3000, humming a bit as I examined the GPS map on it, turning off the radio in the process. If Gob is to be believed, I thought, there’s still a Raider hideout still around here… Megaton did get many wanderers to the bar, Moriarty’s, and I’m sure they had many stories to tell, and since that fox-turned-ghoul was the bartender there, it made sense that he’d be trusted. In fact, the guy would’ve been good-looking if it weren’t for the decomposed flesh and the hoarse voice. Not to mention the guy was likely completely impotent. A shame, really.

I stopped and looked out in the distance, spotting what looked like a large junk pile. I pulled out a pair of binoculars, crouching down and zooming in at the object and snorting a little as the image came into focus. “I’ll be damned.” I lowered the binoculars, smiling a little. “The ghoul was right…” I laughed a little, looking over my shoulder at the assortment of weapons on my back. I kept several with me, knowing exactly where they were while strapped onto my shoulders. I pulled a sniper rifle from my back first, lowering myself onto my belly and propping the gun on a rock, zooming the scope onto a raider patrolling the outside. There were three, and if I were lucky, I could take all of them out without alerting the others.

Taking careful aim at the one on the ground, a lioness by looks of her in an absurd haircut, I waited until she was right in front of one of the others, and fired. I closed my eyes and could almost see the bullet flying through the air, slicing right through her skull just below the ear, and through the other side, and then through the male’s jugular, and kept going, likely eventually lodging itself into a skull of a mole rat, if there was any luck to be had. I opened my eyes, looking through the scope again as I saw the third Raider on the roof of the makeshift building had not even seen her comrades fall. I dispatched her quickly, and put away my rifle, pulling a 10mm pistol from my waist instead as I started for the junk pile. I searched the bodies and found an assault rifle with a few clips from the lioness. As for her mouse comrade that had been dispatched right beside her, I pulled out a combat knife and a few 10mm rounds. His pistol I used to repair my own, dropping the extra parts that I didn’t need. Climbing up onto the roof, I grabbed the last Raider’s shotgun shells and used his shotgun to repair mine as well.

Now came the slightly harder part. The decision; either kick the door in and shoot in random directions, or push it open and hide behind the wall. I went for the latter, dropping silently onto the ground and pulled off my sunglasses, placing them on the ground. No need for them now that I was about to go indoors, and likely underground. I leaned against the wall pressing my ear against it and listening. No voices, but obvious breathing. Two, maybe three Raiders in there. Right, then. I reached up, turning the doorknob slowly, hearing guns cocking inside, then pushed it open, withdrawing my hoof-hand quickly as a flurry of shots flew through the open door. Did it not occur to them to fire through the flimsy metal wall? Gods, I swear that these guys had about the same intelligence as feral ghouls. I took in a deep breath, and as one raider, a large equine, appeared, I looked away as I buried a bullet into his brain. I always felt guilty when I killed those of my kin. Ignoring his body, and the sledge hammer he wielded, I rolled into the doorway, targeting two Raiders, both wielding an assault rifle, and neither of them very happy. When they fell, I looted their bodies, and looked around. “Heh, not bad,” I muttered, after getting several grenades from an ammo box. The Raiders had built the shack over the entrance to a subway tunnel, which may have been in use at some point for the non-existent city I’d passed on my way here, but time and of course, being in a post-apocalyptic wasteland was cruel. Holding my pistol at the ready, I snuck down the stairs, my hooves barely making the slightest “clop” as I walked.

It wasn’t long until I found the main hideout; an area in the lobby where the trains would stop for passengers, the tunnels on either side blocked off by bits of wood and debris. I checked my Pip-boy. Eight hostile units all around me, and interestingly enough, one friendly surrounded by a group of four. I never knew for sure how the Pip-boy discerned friend from foe. Perhaps it scanned brain waves somehow? I never thought too much about it. Anyway, someone was likely in trouble. I peeked around the corner, spotting two Raiders in the security office and one near a wall past them obviously relieving himself, and a female fox walking in my direction. “I’m gonna go check the entrance, boys,” she called to her comrades over her shoulder. I pulled my head back, slipping up the stairs and into the shadows, taking deep, slow breaths through my nose as I waited in front of a broken Nuka-Cola vending machine, readying the combat knife I had taken from a Raider. When the vixen walked past, I nearly made a mistake in striking as she turned to the machine beside the one I was hidden beside, opening it up and grabbing a cola, murring to herself and wagging her tail as she swigged the drink.

Gonna be your last Nuka-Cola, I’m afraid, I thought as she turned back down the hall. I slipped silently up behind her, placing my large hoof-hand over her mouth and burying the six inch blade into her neck. She struggled a bit momentarily, but eventually she fell limp. As I was pulling her into the shadows, however, something happened that I had not expected. I felt something enter my shoulder, and the pain was unbearable, yet not unfamiliar as the bullet buried itself into a bone. I cried out, turning to the source, at the same time drawing my pistol.

The lizard had barely enough time to yell, “Hey, boys! We got--” before getting a 10mm round right between his eyes. I grunted a little, holding my arm.

“Gods damn it…” I pulled out a syringe, burying the needle into my shoulder. Immediately, the pain numbed. The medicines in these syringes only worked in dulling the pain until I could get a real doctor to pull the damned bullet out of my shoulder. The good doctor in Megaton has been getting a lot of business lately…

I groaned a little, standing up. No point in subtlety any more. I pulled an assault rifle from my back, snorting a little as I rounded the corner, firing through the window of the security office to take out the two guys, then turned my attention towards where the rest of them were likely getting friendly with someone. There was another office nearby, and as I kicked the door down, holding my scoped .44 magnum, I scowled at what I saw. Four males were standing over a nude female rabbit, who was sitting tied up in a swivel office chair, their pants down as they argued amongst themselves who had the biggest endowment and who would “fuck this slut up”.

“Resorting to rape now?” I asked, ignoring the bunny’s surprised gasp. “I knew you guys weren’t beneath hanging bodies like sadistic Christmas decorations, but rape? Come on, there are easier ways to get sex.” I fired my gun, the first guy falling quickly. The other three scrambled to get their pants up and grab weapons. The first guy failed at both, the second failed at the latter, and the third succeeded in grabbing a weapon and pointing it at me before he found that he no longer had part of his face. I holstered my gun, walking over to the rabbit and pulling off her gag. She gasped a little and looked at me.

“Th-thank you… I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up,” she said, covering her breasts once I freed her arms.

“There’s no need to do that,” I said, smiling. “I have the same equipment, only bigger.” She smiled, and giggled too. She had a cute laugh. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Molly,” she replied, blushing and still covering her breasts. I nodded, and after learning she didn’t know where her clothes were, I lead her to the dead vixen I had killed, pulling off her clothes and giving them to Molly. They weren’t very much effective against any bullets, of course, but they were better than walking around nude in a wasteland. I wouldn’t have complained, of course. “You’re bleeding,” she said as we walked up the stairs. I gave her my 10mm pistol for a bit better protection just in case we were jumped by some mole rats on the way back to Megaton. Which was likely, of course. This was the Capitol Wasteland, after all.

I looked at my jumpsuit. “Oh, so I am. I’ll change clothes after I get checked out by the doctor in Megaton.” Molly blinked at me. I smiled. “Stimpaks are pretty useful, Molly.”

* * *

We didn’t meet up with as much resistance as I’d originally thought. A few bloatflies and a mole rat, but there wasn’t too much of a problem until a giant radscorpion appeared. Luckily, some traveling merchants happened to walk by and it was taken care of. After getting a few of my weapons repaired and some better clothes for Molly, we set off once more.

“This is Megaton?” asked Molly as we came up to what looked like an enormous junk pile, the Protectron robot pressing a button to pull apart two large sheets of metal.

“Welcome to Megaton, partner,” said the robot.

We entered the town and Molly looked around. I smiled a little. “I know it’s not really anything special, but this place is really cozy.” The rabbit’s eyes widened as she saw the nuclear bomb in the center of town, hiding behind me.

“That is a bomb,” she whimpered.

“That has been disarmed, by the zebra you are hiding behind,” said a voice, and a lion, his mane graying a little, stepped up to us, and tilting his hat a little, he smiled to me and Molly. “Lucas Simms: Mayor and sheriff of Megaton. Welcome home, ‘Lone Wanderer’.”

“Lone Wanderer?” asked Molly, looking up at me. “You’re the one that escaped from Vault 101?” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, but that was eight years ago. Call me Leanne, Molly…” Molly nodded, and Lucas stepped up to her, holding out his large paw.

“Good to meet you. Any friend of Leanne’s is a friend of mine.” I smiled a little.

“Found her in a Raider hideout. They used a subway tunnel as a base, using junk to cover the entrance in a makeshift shack. She was close to getting very ‘friendly’ with them. Show her around, Lucas; I need to go visit the doc and later I’ll be in Moira’s place. She said she had some kind of new way to cook radroach meat…” I shuddered a little, remembering the last time that crazy Dachshund asked me to test out some “new development”.

As I stepped into the doctor’s office, the hyena sitting on a chair at a table looked up, rolling his eyes. “Let me guess. Another thirty bullets in your gut?”

“Close. One bullet in my shoulder blade.” The hyena sighed.

“One hundred and fifty caps. You may be the hero of Megaton, but you’re really coming in here too much.” I unzipped my jumpsuit down to my waist, laying face down on a mattress as the doctor grabbed a sterile set of pliers. “Not that I mind the business; I’m just afraid that the next time, you’ll lose an arm and Moira will be the one to fix you up.”

“I wouldn’t mind having a metal arm,” I giggled, then yelped a bit as the doctor shoved the needle nose pliers into my wound, and I gripped the pillow. The stimpak was wearing off.

“Yeah, well… If you did, then it would be easier for it to get cut off. Brace yourself.” He grunted as he yanked the bullet, making my back arch slightly in pain.

“Damn, Doc… You could be a dentist…”

“I’m already a damned dentist.” He turned away from me as I sat up. I had a sneaking suspicion that this male hyena was either gay or impotent. Or both. Nuclear radiation affected different people in different ways, after all.

“Well, see you later, Doc. I have to go see Moira about an experiment.”

About half an hour later, I was bent over my toilet in my house, groaning. My robot butler, Wadsworth, floated behind me. “Do you need assistance, madam?”

I coughed a little. “No, thank you, Wadsworth…” I wiped my mouth, going over to my sink and cleaning my face a little. The radiation stung a little, but I had been extremely irradiated before so it didn’t affect me much. Plus, I think I became quite immune to it in my time outside of the Vault. “I would like a bottle of purified water, though.” The robot opened a compartment on his hull, which was a cooler of water. I grabbed one and drank it to get the bad taste out of my mouth.

“Might I suggest respectfully declining Moira Brown’s invitations to her absurd experiments?” I shook my head, twitching an ear as I heard a knock on my door.

“No, I can’t do that. It’s only nice to help her with those. I mean, the survival guide sold well enough, and I got to learn a good bit about the Mirelurks. And she was one of my first friends when I came here.” I shrugged as I put a hoof-hand on the door. “Besides, someday that old quack will learn that there is no way to cook Radroach meat that will make it less disgusting.” I opened the door, looking down at a familiar white rabbit, who smiled. “Hey, Molly.”

“Hey, Leanne, umm… The mayor showed me all around the town, and… Well, I don’t trust the owner of Moriarty’s, and…”

“You wanna stay here for the night?” I asked.

“Well, yeah…” She rubbed her arm, looking shyly up at me. “And, I haven’t repaid you for saving my life…”

I smiled a little. “Well, I understand you. That Irish weasel makes me want to dunk my head in the water around the bomb.” I had drank it before, but I wasn’t going to tell Molly that. I moved out of the way and Molly stepped inside, looking around. Wadsworth came down the stairs.

“Madam, I have found some odd stains in your mattress, and—Oh. Excuse me.” The robot floated down to Molly and seemed to bow. “Good afternoon, madam. I am Wadsworth, Leanne’s butler.” I laughed a little and Molly waved.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Molly.”

“Pleasure. Would you like a drink, Molly?”

“Oh, no thank you, Wadsworth.” The robot bowed again.

“Go on and shut down and recharge, Wadsworth. I’ll boot you up when I need you.” The robot bowed once more and moved to a corner and shut down, thunking slightly on the floor. I giggled a bit. “Are you hungry, Molly?”

“Um, a little.” I smiled, going over to my refrigerator and pulling out a box of Salisbury steak.

It was a few hours later and Molly was staring at me as I told a story of one my adventures in the Wasteland. “…And then Fawkes yells, ‘Charge!’ and everything goes to hell. He’s firing his Gatling laser and I’m running forward with a Super Sledge, swinging at a Raider, who falls. Once the outside is taken care of, I ask Fawkes to stay out there and cover the exit. It takes maybe a good hour to take out all the Raiders, and I got some unexpected help from some Feral Ghouls who had not taken kindly to us being in there. Luckily, I had a few frag grenades. After leaving the factory, Fawkes asked me if I thought I made a difference.”

“Do you?”

I shrugged. “Raiders are everywhere. I doubt they’ll ever be completely killed off. You never know, though.”

Molly nodded a bit and drank her water, staring at her small white paws. “Leanne, thank you for saving me. If there’s anything you want…” I held up a hoof-hand, shaking my head.

“Molly, don’t. I saved you, and you’re thankful, but your thanks are thanks enough, I assure you.” I reached over to rub her head, making her murr a little. “Now, it’s getting late and you can have my bed if you want. I’ve had many sleepless nights before, and the bed’s too small for us both anyway. You’d probably have to sleep on top of me.”

Molly blushed a little, nodding. “Okay.” I showed her to my bedroom and she undressed. I went to another room of my house; a room with many parts on the floor, a work table, several tools, and a swivel chair.

I laid out a schematic on the table, picking up a few parts and starting work. The schematic was for a type of fire sword. It was about three hours later when I was shaken awake, the sword half-assembled on the table. My jumpsuit was zipped down to my waist and my arms were out of the sleeves, so it looked like I just wore pants. I looked up into a pair of swamp green eyes. “Molly?” The rabbit smiled sheepishly.

“I woke up half an hour ago and couldn’t go back to sleep. What are you working on?” she added, looking at the motorbike handle with a lawnmower blade attached to the end, the handle brake making a good hand-guard with Wonderglue. I had been in the process of threading a long, flexible plastic tube through the other end of the handle to fuel the pilot light at the sword base that would theoretically cause the blade to become engulfed in flames as the touch of a button on the battery powered propeller in the inside of the five gallon gas tank that would attach to a leather belt, which would then be on my waist.

“Something called the ‘Shishkebab’; basically a sword with a blade engulfed in flames.”

“That seems… Scientifically impossible.”

“They said the same thing about people becoming mindless zombies when exposed to massive amounts of nuclear radiation.”

“They did?”

“Dunno, but it would be nice to say ‘I told you so’ to the scientist douche who did.” We giggled and I turned back to the sword. Molly placed her small paw on my shoulder, turning me back around in my swivel chair so that I could face her. She was wearing my nightdress. I never wore it, but in her, it was so cute, and it showed off her breasts nicely.

“Leanne, I know you said that my thanks were thanks enough, but… I still feel like I owe you something.” Her paw ran across my thigh, and I nickered a little, looking up at her. I opened my mouth, but she placed a finger on my large lips. “Please don’t say anything, Leanne. I want this. I mean, I’m not used to girls, but I still want to thank you…”

“It’s not that,” I started, but she cut me off again, shaking her head.

“Just let me do this…” She lowered herself onto her knees, reaching out to pull the jumpsuit zipper down.

“Molly, seriously, I--” Molly gasped loudly as a certain male appendage popped out of my suit, already starting to harden. “I’m a hermaphrodite.” I bet you’re as surprised as Molly was as looked up at me, her eyes wide. “I tried to tell you, Molly.”

“Am I the first to learn this?”

“No. Only one other who is living knows, but he’s asexual. Fawkes helped me out of a bind, similar to yours, only it was slavers who thought I could get some serious cash. They’d caught me and Fawkes by surprise, stripped me down and found out about my… Condition, I suppose, and Fawkes broke free of his bonds and saved me. He promised not to tell anyone about it when we parted ways. It’s a big wasteland, after all, but word still travels fast…” I looked down at Molly, and blinked at what I saw. She had reached out while I was talking and wrapped her fingers around what part of my length she could. It was of modest length for my species, only about nine and a half inches, but I still had about the same thickness as any average anthropomorphic equine there was; which is pretty damn thick, mind you. The color was black with white splotches all over it as if someone with a paintbrush flecked white paint on it. “You’re not… Turned off by that?”

She smiled a little and moved her body in between my legs, kissing the flared tip of my shaft. “Nah. This is the Capitol Wasteland, Leanne. We’ve both seen messed up stuff in our times here. This is a nice change of pace, in my opinion.” I smiled and nodded, leaning back slightly in my chair as she engulfed the tip into her mouth, reaching down to stroke under my plump sac, rubbing gently just outside of my labia, my back arching as I moaned. She had some experience under her belt, I could tell. Just how much experience she had was yet to be seen, but I was sure to figure it out soon enough. As for me, I’d only had sex twice before; with a slave back when the slavers had captured me, and one of the slavers shortly after. They had both been killed in the crossfire.

Molly was a purebred rabbit, through and through, her lips sliding down to the halfway mark, just at the medial ring. I placed my hoof-hand on her head, scratching behind her ear, making that cute cotton tail wiggle as she churred softly, her eyes closing. She bobbed her head slowly, her saliva glistening on my length, the veins pulsating gently. The bunny paused a moment, pulling the nightdress off over her head, fully exposing her breasts, the pink nipples erect. She moved up a little, using her paws to press her modest bust over my thick member sliding her furred mounds up and down, letting friction to the rest.

My back arched, and I moaned. Gods, that was incredible. The slave back at the compound had only gotten me ready and bent over for me; this was new, but I wasn’t complaining. Molly licked at the tip of my length as she moved up and down, my large hoof-hand rubbing her head. After a few moments of teasing, Molly stood up, leaning in to kiss my lips. I kissed back eagerly, rumbling deep in my chest. Her eyes glimmered with lust as she turned tail and scurried off to my room. I followed eagerly, my Vault 101 jumpsuit not even leaving the swivel chair, the half-finished Shishkebab lay forgotten on the worktable. When I entered my room, Molly was on all fours on the bed, her legs spread slightly and her cotton tail wiggling as I watched her a moment, my thick equine length leaking pre and pulsing at the sight.

I walked forward, my hooves clopping slightly on the metal floor. I wanted to thrust into right then, but if there was one thing I knew well, it was that without proper lubrication, things can get messy. I laid on the bed, my legs hanging over the side as I reached up to grab Molly’s hips, pulling her down to my face. She squeaked in surprise, grabbing a hold of the headboard as she looked down at me, and I smirked, running my long tongue across her moist folds. She moaned, her back arching. I continued, my eyes closing as I worked her over, nearly making her buck on my face. At one point she was nearly to her climax, but I pulled back, making her whimper. I sat up, pulling her with me as I kissed her this time, my hoof-hands gripping her deliciously plump rear. The rabbit pulled away again, laying on the bed and reaching down to spread her labia a little, looking up at me. I smiled, moving to run my tongue along her body. She moaned softly, smirking a bit as I pressed the tip of my length against her sex, taking deep breaths and holding the headboard for support. Molly looked up to me, nodding. I nodded back. No turning back now. My hips moved forward, my thick length starting to slide in, making Molly grunt and moan. She had likely never taken anyone of my thickness before, but I wasn’t going to stop for that. The second the first two inches entered, I remembered just how long it had been since my first sexual experiences. I kept going until the halfway point the medial ring popping into her.

She was panting, her legs wrapping around my waist as I rested a moment. I looked down at her and she smiled, still gripping the headboard. She nodded a little, and I smiled, pushing forward a little more, her little moan spurring the movement. Until my plump sac pressed against her rear, I pushed. Adjusting slightly, I let her get used to my size. She was likely stretched to her limit, her pink folds twitching around my thick meat, milking it for all the cream I had to give. I placed my large hoof-hands on either side of her body, bending down to kiss her lips. She churred softly and licked my nose. “Go ahead,” she said, and that’s when the fun began.

The bunny held the headboard tightly as I started rocking my hips, Molly’s legs giving me just enough slack to allow backwards motion so that my length could slide in and out of her. She was moaning my name, her back arching and her head thrown back in bliss. I groaned, my hips soon slapping against her own. Her breasts were bouncing soon as well, the bed rocking beneath us, the metal creaking rhythmically.

I was in bliss, Molly’s body writhing against my own as she let out a loud moan, her legs clamping around my hips, her sex squeezing as hard as it could as her climax took her, making her spasm and shake, her toes likely curling tightly, though I couldn’t see them. I came shortly after her, my length deep within her as my thick, hot, creamy seed filled her, the tip of my length flaring out and locking itself in her as my seed filled her womb. Our species were vastly different, so there would be no chance of offspring, even if I were fertile. I held my position until the last of my seed spurted forth, then collapsed, pinning her beneath me. I was still buried within her, but I doubt she cared; I certainly didn’t. As we both fell asleep, our heartbeats pounding against each other’s chests, I smiled to myself.

Just another day in the Capitol Wasteland; this one just happened to be one of the best.

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