Welcome to the Wasteland (closed)

Lucy felt a little shy with so many sets of eyes on her as the rest of the group settled in to eat, but she managed to speak well enough. "Well, I am from one of the Vaults. I... had to leave, well, to tell you the truth I was forced out. There weren't enough supplies to go around. Overpopulation, you know?" She didn't get into the specifics of exactly why she was selected for exile. Who wanted to admit to a group of strangers that you'd been deemed inadequate?

There was silence around the table for a moment after her explanation.

"Wow. That is so sad," the blond woman finally said.

"Yeah, that ain't nothing like the Miami Vault!" Harold interjected.

"Well, there's no reason to dwell on the past. You have a brighter future ahead," The brunette said softly. "I'm Adelaide, this is Michelle." She gestured to the blonde girl in the ponytail.

Lucy offered them a small smile. "Thanks."

"So how'd you wind up traveling with John?" Adelaide inquired.

"Well, I'd been wandering around aimlessly for a couple of days. I hadn't seen a single soul before John found me. "He rescued me actually. Saved me from some raiders."

Both women grinned, even Helen and Harold seemed amused. "That there's John, always out saving and protecting folk," Harold said.

"That's how we met too," Michelle said, grinning. "John's got a knack for saving people. He can't resist a damsel in distress."

"Mmhm yeah," Lucy agreed, though perhaps not as enthusiastically as the others. Luckily she was currently devouring brahmin meat so no one could see any hint of hesitation.
 
John just smiled and ate as he let Lucy do the talking for the both of them. After all, she was the center of attention for now. He ate his meal, finding it satisfying enough for him. Harold smiled at Lucy for a moment before looking to John.

"How long are you planning on staying this time around?"

John gave a little shrug for a moment as he stretched his legs out in front of him.

"Probably only a day or two. Lucy is wanting to visit the Miami Vault, so I'll take her."

Harold grinned for a moment before looking at Lucy.

"You'll like the Miami Vault. Quite the wonder if I say so. And John is the best one to have take you. I would, but I've seen enough adventures to last me awhile."
 
Lucy smiled at Harold when he told her of the Miami Vault. He didn't describe much about it at all, but just the fact it was a Vault you could come and go freely from sounded wonderful, and it was her best shot at finding some other exiled vault dweller. She knew it was a little silly, but she hoped to find that common thread with someone.

"Yeah, the Miami Vault's pretty nice, but it can't beat Mickey World," Adelaide said.

"What's Mickey World?" Lucy couldn't help but ask, intrigued. There seemed to be more settlements out here than she had initially thought.

"Only the happiest place on Earth!" Michelle said, smiling. "Just kidding, that's just their motto. Anyway, it's a massive amusement park from the pre-war days. But it used to be a lot more happy before raiders took over half the districts."

"Damn raiders. Why can't they just let folks live out their lives in peace?" Helen asked rhetroically.

"I used to take em down back in my day!" Harold declared. He stood from his seat all of a sudden and gestured wildly. "Knock em right down I did! Bam! Bam! Bam!" he finger gunned three of them at random. "I'm still a great shot, but I can't run for shit anymore and my muscles have turned to jelly."

Lucy couldn't help but smile as she held back a laugh at Harold's unparalleled enthusiasm. "What kind of adventures did you have?" she asked him.

"Oh don't get him started..." Helen said, laughing lightly. She patedt Harold on the arm, trying to get him to sit down.

"All kinds!" Harold said. "You may like this story. Once I took out a whole Vault full of Super Mutants, all by myself!"

"Here we go..." Helen moaned. Though she shook her head, she couldn't hide her amusement at her friend's excitement as he began to tell his highly exaggerated tale.
 
John had heard Harold's stories before and they always seem to get more wild with each telling. He looked towards Lucy for a moment before reaching out and gently pulling her into his lap. After all, it was probably going to be a little while for Harold to get through his tale and John didn't think it was right for Lucy to stay standing.

"I think it was Vault 120....I don't quite remember...but..."

Harold was animated as he recalled his little adventure through the vault he claimed to have explored. He did look at Helen from time to time as if to get her to backup his details, but she just continued to smile and stayed quiet as he spoke. By the time Harold had finished the tale, he had killed at least thirty Super mutants, explain how the vault had been a testing ground for some new happy drug that was supposed to have given the residents only euphoria despite the grim circumstances, and a large stash of junk goods to boot.

"So what did you do with all this wonderful junk Harold?"

Helen grinned as she looked at the older man, almost as if she knew his answer already.
 
Lucy caught John looking at her and the next thing she knew he'd pulled her into his lap with a gentle tug. Lucy let out a small gasp in surprise but then attempted to get comfortable. She couldn't recall the last time she'd perched in someone's lap - if ever. She sat a little stiffly but eventually got used to the feeling of his hard chest against her back. She laid out her legs in front of her, the outsides of them brushing against John's own stretched out legs. Being in John's lap made it a little difficult to pay attention to Harold's rambling tale, but she got the gist of it. She had a lost of questions about his tale, and wasn't sure what to ask first! What exactly was a super mutant? How did he get inside the vault? She also wanted to know more about this happy drug - it sounded fascinatingly dangerous.

Helen beat her to a question though, prompting Harold along through in his story. She had a knowing, mysterious smile on her face as she asked him what he did with the junk.

"Why, I melted it all down and made a wedding ring for Helen," Harold said with pride.

Lucy couldn't help but smile at the old couple. "That's really sweet."

"Don't fall for his tall tales," Helen said, hitting Harold playfully. "He actually just sold most of the junk for caps and spent most of it on a plasma rifle, the rest on a cheap ring. Still sweet though," she finished, smiling affectionately at Harold.

"You're so lucky, Helen. It's almost impossible to meet a good man around here," Michelle groaned. Lucy couldn't help but notice that her eyes lingered on John for a moment as she spoke.
 
John laughed softly, shaking his head for a moment.

"I swear Harold, your stories get taller every retelling. They are enjoyable none the less."

Since it had gotten darker, leaving their light source to be the campfire, John didn't notice the look from Michelle. Harold gave a humph for a moment before Helen reached over and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. However, she did grin despite herself.

"Now John, you've gone and hurt his feelings. You should apologize."

Harold bah'd and waved his hand in the air for a moment.

"Young people these days don't know how to appreciate a good story."

John reached up and laid his hands on Lucy's shoulders, squeezing for a moment gently. He was about to say something when a loud roar could be heard in the distance. He grimaced for a moment.

"Just what we need, a deathclaw coming at this hour."
 
A deathclaw? The name alone was terrifying. "What's a deathclaw?" she asked John quietly as if the creature they'd heard so far in the distance could hear. As far as she knew, it could have.

Lucy looked up at his handsome face, firelight flickering over it. She thought even he looked a little worried. She looked away from him and turned to the rest of the group. "Is it coming here?" she asked her companions at large, looking from face to face.

"Whose to know?" Helen replied. The older woman looked very tired all of a sudden. Life in the wasteland had aged her face greater than her years.

As they heard another horrifying roar echo in the distance, Lucy felt a chill run down her spine. She shivered against John, still seated in his lap. Should she get off? Should they put out the fire? Should she hide? Were they going to fight it?

"John," Adelaide said. "What should we do?"
 
John chuckled for a moment, shaking his head. He smiled before rubbing the top of Lucy's head gently.

"We'll just do like we always have, meet the danger head on. The settlement defenses should be able to hold one or two of those things off, but a little extra firepower won't hurt. Let's go."

John lifted Lucy off his lap before standing up, his hand sliding across her ass teasingly before grabbing his guass rifle. Harold gave a little hollar of glee before grabbing his rifle as well before running towards the stars up to the platform along the perimeter walls. John followed suit as another roar was heard just as the whirring sound of the turret guns were heard.

John could just make out the large hulking deathclaw a hundred meters from the wall as it was getting peppered by the machinegun turrents. The sound of pistols and rifles filled the air as well, the occasional laser giving some light in the darkness. John ducked as a large rock hit the wooden wall just below him.

More sounds of gunfire could be heard from the other side of the settlement as a second deathclaw had wandering into range as well. It was over a few moments, the large beasts falling to the ground from the onslaught. John sighed as he turned and sunk down to the platform, leaning his rifle against the wall.

"Who's going to get the meat?"
 
John eased the group's uncertainty with his smooth, calm voice. He even rubbed Lucy on the head as if their lives weren't all in danger right now. Well, it sounded that way from the ghastly wail she'd heard.

Lucy yelped in surprise when she felt John's hand against her ass. Was now really the time? He certainly was a seasoned wastelander if he was thinking about her ass at a time like this! She unholstered her laser weapon and followed John and Harold up to the platform along the wall. She didn't know how much help she'd be, but she wanted to at least see what was going on.

Luckily, the settlement was well defended with machineguns so the conflict was over before it began. Still, Lucy's heart was beating fast from the adrenaline of the situation, at seeing the outline of that huge, hulking creature collapse as it was filled with bullets.

John asked who was going to get the meat and Lucy didn't say a word. Though she was curious what they looked like, she was afraid there were more out there. "Should we wait till the morning? What if there are more of them?" She sat down beside him and placed her hand on his arm, looking at him with concern. She didn't want him to go out there.
 
John gave Lucy a smile and lifted his arm to wrap it around her shoulders. He gave her a little side hug for a moment.

"Nah, They usually only travel in ones or twos. We probably won't see anymore for awhile."

Harold slapped his knee for a moment with a laugh. He turned to look at Lucy and John for a moment.

"We can probably wait till morning to pull the carcasses in and take care of them. Any wild animals trying to go after them shouldn't be a problem. You two head on to bed now. We'll keep things going smoothly."

John laughed for a moment as Harold winked teasingly before he headed off to bed himself. John stood up slowly before helping Lucy up, putting his arm around her shoulders once more. He led her up the stairs of the little two story shack to the room he had claimed as his room. It was pretty sparse, with only a small green container in one corner and a small bed barely big enough for the two of them. The four windows didn't give much privacy, but they were on the sides facing out of the settlement. There was a large red door which gave them a little bit of privacy.

John smiled to her as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sure you're pretty tired. Probably the most excitement you've had in awhile."
 
Lucy didn't miss Harold's wink before he hurried off to bed, leaving John and Lucy alone. Lucy wondered what would transpire tonight. Was John expecting to have sex with her again? Was she willing this time? It seemed wrong to want such a thing she'd protested against so much last night. She did want him to touch her again though, that was for certain. The feelings he'd brought about with his fingers... she'd never cum so hard. And his cock stretching her out... Lucy was glad she walked behind him so he couldn't see her shiver.

She sat on the side of the bed with him, but left a few inches in between. She couldn't help herself but smile back when he smiled at her. "More like the most excitement I've had in my life," she informed him. "What about you? Just your typical Tuesday?"
 
He chuckled softly for a moment and grinned.

"Well, it's a bit more excitement that I normally have, but it's a welcome change of pace."

He reached over and rubbed her head gently for a moment. He pulled his hand away before standing up. He took his armor off piece by piece, laying in a pile next to the door. Then he took off his shirt, tossing it on top of the armor.

"I don't know about you, but I am going to get some sleep."

He smiled before laying down on the bed, leaving room for her. He rolled into his side to give her room, facing the door before closing his eyes.
 
Lucy was relieved to hear it was more excitement than usual because if every day in the wasteland involved killing horrible creatures you might as well kill her now. He touched her fiery mane of hair for a moment. He started to take off his armor, and lastly, his shirt, leaving them in a pile by the door. Then he laid down on the bed, being sure to leave space for her.

She followed suit, removing the modified armor he'd made for her and laying it beside the door, leaving her in panties and bra. She usually didn't sleep with her bra on, but she didn't know if it would be appropriate to take it off with John beside her. Was that an absurd thought since they'd already had sex? Should she just do it. Yeah, yeah. She was gonna do it. Why shouldn't she be comfortable? She unhooked her bra and left it by the door with the rest of her things. Her pale, freckled skin flushed as she settled in beside him. It was easier than she thought to crawl into bed beside him, because his eyes were already closed.

Lucy got in the bed facing the door as well so her back was to him and closed her eyes as well. She was exhausted, but her body tingled with excitement at sharing the bed with someone for only the second time.
 
He slept soundly, though he did turn over onto his back during the night. This did push her closer to the edge as well, leaving her right on the edge. The night was warm as it was near the middle of summer, so there was no need for any blankets as the warm wind blew in. It was the middle of morning when he finally awoke, waking up before Lucy. He laid there for a few moments, staring at the ceiling before carefully getting out of the bed.

Dressing in his shirt, but leaving his armor off, he went outside quietly. There was a small bit of railing beside the door, so he leaned against that for a bit of support. The settlers were already up and about, going about their various tasks. The two deathclaws had been brought in and were in the process of being cut up.

He could also hear they had some visitors, haggling heard from the merchant stands below him. He gave a smile and nodded that things were going well.
 
Lucy didn't sleep that well. Her mind would not stop running rampant with thoughts, and John kept rolling over and pushing her further towards the edge of the bed. She had to keep nudging him over in the middle of the night, but his muscles weighed a lot so it was difficult, especially because she was so tired. She found she was a little disappointed he hadn’t snuggled closer during the night, and scolded herself for the thought. What was wrong with her?

When she finally awoke it was late morning. She'd slept in in the early hours, luxuriating in having the mattress all to herself.

She got dressed and didn't see John so she went outside and found him almost immediately, staring out over the rest of the settlement.

"Good morning," she said with a smile, settling in beside him by the railing. "You're gonna have to move over or get another bed for me. You almost pushed me to the floor once or twice last night!" Lucy informed him. She had a little smile on her face that hold him she wasn't actually mad. Lucy was just grateful to have a place to sleep.
 
He laughed for a moment as he looked over at her.

"It would probably be easier to just build a bigger room to use for us. Either that or we tie you down on the bed so you don't get pushed out so easily."

He grinned for a moment and rubbed her hair softly for a moment before looking back over the settlement. He lifted his arms up, stretching for a few seconds before lowering them back down. He moved around behind her, reaching in and grabbing his shirt before pulling it on.

"What should I show you today? Most everyone is out and about taking care of the settlement, so there's plenty to show you. I think we got a few traders in as well, so the vendors should have plenty of stock to choose from. I need to see if they got any new junk items in as well for construction."

He moved back to lean against the railing, facing her this time.
 
Lucy blushed at the idea of being tied to the bed. She thought he was joking but the words still conjured an erotic image in her mind of him leaning over her body as she lay tied to the bed, splayed open for him to do as he pleased. She shook these thoughts from her mind when he asked her what she'd like to do today.

"Well, you're going to take me to the Miami Vault, right? We should get some supplies for the journey. I didn't realize shops existed out here." Shops didn't exist in the vault, she only knew about them from history classes about the old world.
 
"Of course silly. That was the plan. I was needing to go visit the city again anyways."

He shifted and turned around so that he was facing over the railing once more. He pointed towards the large, long building below them. There wasn't much to see other than a handful of people walking along the walls before going under the awning and then re-emerging a short while later.

"The shops are pretty much just stationary traders, but each one is just specialized. They fall under six categories: food, drink, armor, weapons, general stuff, and medical. The general stuff covers odds and ends found in the wasteland, including the random junk. That'll be the best place to get our supplies before we head out. Go ahead and see what you can find."

He smiled to her for a moment before walking down the stairs. Leaving her to her own devices, he walking over to the armor workbench, tinkering with a few pieces of armor.
 
"All right," she agreed to go check out the vendors. Lucy assumed John would be paying for all their supplies. It wasn't like she had any source of income. Did they even have income out here? Was it all just a big barter system? She had no idea. She really was like a little kitten seeing the world for the first time. She sighed at the weakness the metaphor implied, but admittedly, she had liked the pet name when John had said it.

"Hey! Is that a real one?" the armor vendor said excitedly as she passed by on her way to the food stall. He was pointing at her vault suit.

"Um, yeah, but it's been modified," she explained. She walked over to him. "Are they really that rare out here?"

"Well, the real ones are. The fake ones are a dime a dozen though. Some people got a fetish for that."

"Wh-what?"

"You know, an innocent young thing, fresh from the vault. Someone from an easy life with anything they could need. You from a real Vault girly?"

Lucy couldn't help but scowl at him. "No," she lied. She turned her back to him and continued on her way to the food stall, the numbers 169 flashing bright and yellow on her back.

"Listen I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable. I was just asking." He called after her, an apologetic tone in his voice. Lucy wasn't so much uncomfortable as she was angry for him saying it was an easy life. It may have been a cushy life, sure, but easy? Always trying to prove your worth for existing? Bitterly she had to admit he was of course right in the sense life was far worse out here in the struggling to survive type of way. She had been assaulted and then raped in her first encounter in this new world. Could she still call it rape if she now traveled with her rapist? Was sex that hard to find out here? Was she just that beautiful he couldn't help himself? Did he have a fetish for "vault girls?" She felt ashamed for these thoughts and shook them quickly from her head.

Lucy instead focused on selecting food items that would last the longest. Some of the food was familiar, but others looked like homemade concoctions made by the residents of the wasteland.
 
As Lucy was busy figuring out the trade system, John was looking through the pieces of armor he had collected. It was mostly medium and heavy armor, which seemed a bit heavy for Lucy to be using. She really needed something stronger than her armored vault suit, but he was currently out of anything she could use.

Sighing a bit, John turned away from the workshop to see Harold standing a few feet away with a grin on his face. John raised an eyebrow for a moment at the old man's grin before walking over to talk to him.

"What's got you in such good spirits old man?"

"Well, since you were planning on taking the little lady to the Miami Vault, Helen and I did a little talking. It seems she found something while out scavenging a while back to help out the little lady. She wouldn't tell me what they were, but something about using them with that Pip-Boy of hers."

Harold handed John a pair of blackish metal bracelets, one of which had a socket in the side of it. John hmmed as he looked them over for a moment before looking at Harold.

"Alright, tell Helen thanks."

John figure he should try and question further about the origin of the strange bracelets, but a little mystery wouldn't hurt. He made his way over to where Lucy was, smiling a little.

"I hope the vendors aren't being too hard on you kitten. I got something to help you out when we leave."

John smiled holding out the bracelets.
 
Lucy had gathered a handful of useful food supplies by the time John approached her.

"I don't have any money... so hopefully you've got this covered?" she asked. Her blue eyes boring into his pleadingly. She honestly didn't even know what the currency was out here.

"I hope the vendors aren't being too hard on you kitten. I got something to help you out when we leave."

Lucy took the bracelets he offered curiously, examining them. They looked like vault tec, but she didn't understand how they were supposed to help her out. "Bracelets? Sorry, John, but you have terrible taste," she said, half-joking. Was he really giving her bracelets? How were bracelets supposed to protect her?
 
John laughed for a moment at Lucy's comment about him having bad tastes. He leaned forward and whispered teasingly in her ear.

"I don't believe I have bad tastes if I still have you by my side."

He winked for a moment as he moved to talk to the young lady who was serving as the food vendor.

"So how much does she owe?"

"Only 357 caps John."

John whistled for a moment at the amount, but didn't think it was that bad. He ended up trading a few pieces of the unused heavy armor to lower the price by half before paying the rest in bottlecaps. He smiled for a moment to the young woman before going back to Lucy.

"Harold said those go around your wrists and hook up to your Pipboy. Helen found them, but we aren't exactly sure how they work. I'm sure they won't explode on you or the like. Go ahead and try them."
 
John was so smooth, telling her he must have great taste to have her by his side! Lucy couldn't help but smile at his words. She didn't have anything clever to say in response so just smiled shyly and blushed. He bartered with the young woman behind the counter, paying for the food Lucy had selected for the journey with bottle caps. So that was the currency then.

He insisted she try the bracelets. Doubtful the small strips of metal could protect her, Lucy clamped them around her wrists to indulgence him nonetheless. As soon as the sides connected, the bracelets made a mechanical whirring sound and expanded outward, covering her body in a full suit of armor in a matter of moments! This was some crazy tech! And it was hers. She looked to John in surprise. "Thank you so much."

She ran her hands along the new armor. The material felt sturdy but wasn't too heavy. She noticed a small button on one of the wrists.

"I wonder what this button does..." she pondered aloud. Trusting John's judgment that the bracelets wouldn't explode on her or anything, Lucy went ahead and pressed the button.

The middle portions of the armor retracted into find points, revealing the vault suit that lay under the middle portions of the armor. Had she not been wearing it her smooth, soft stomach and the round edges of her breasts would be revealed for all to see, as well as her panties and ass. Lucy gasped and turned to John, red-faced, hands on her hips. "Is this some kind of joke?" She couldn't be that mad because she'd had her vault suit on so no one could see anything, but when exactly did he intend for her to wear the alternative version of the armor? She hoped he didn't plan on making her walk around like that!
 
He was curious himself as to what the bracelets would do, blinking when the metal encased the blonde's shapely body. It was an interesting design, looking like it was more mobile than his power armor. He wasn't expecting what happened when she pressed the extra button. It was quite the pleasent surprise.

"I had no clue that was going to happen. Helen didn't say a word."

He hmmed for a moment as he studied her armor for a few seconds. As she moved her hands to plant them on her hips, John noticed a slight shimmering sheen across her chest and stomach. He reached forward and two of his fingers touched against a cool, transparent surface. He rubbed his fingers along her stomach and up along the round curves of her breasts.

"Well, it looks like this part is transparent but still protective. At least you have the vault suit on underneath."

He winked playfully for a moment before stepping back. He did notice that even if she didn't have on her vault suit and undergarments, she would have a portion of decency as her nipples and young pussy were just barely covered.

"I don't see anything as a joke kitten. I do think it suits you."
 
Lucy was doubtful that John hadn't planned this, but she didn't know him well enough to know if he was lying. She was shocked Helen had given it to him of all people. What a dirty old woman! Lucy's face began to match her red hair as John kept staring at her. He reached forward, unabashed at the vendors and settlers around them, and rubbed his fingers on her stomach and around her breasts. Lucy bit her lip to stop from letting out a squeak in response.

He took a step back but continued to examine her in her outfit. Lucy both loved and hated the way his gaze made her feel. Then he called her kitten again and she groaned in mock annoyance. "Should we get going soon? I guess I'll go change out of the vault suit and into this." She pressed the button on the bracelet again so the armor covered her fully once more. It still clung to her shapely young form though. "Oh, can you please buy me some more ammo for my laser weapon?"

She wondered how long she would get to get away with riding John's coattails. Would he expect payment for taking care of her?
 
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