falloutkinkmeme_backup | Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

A repost of a something posted awhile ago.

An evil LW is sick and tired of getting told what to do by Lyons and his ilk and to get his revenge he takes advantage of Sarah while she is unconscious by fucking her in every hole and leaving her a gooey naked mess.

characters: Cass, Arcade
relationship: gen
kink: none
summary: Cass suffers from alcohol withdrawal.

She lost control of her own body, drowning in sweat, vomit, and shivers. The floor bruised her feet. The mattress bruised her body. A tenderness she had never known. Arcade watched her mind disassemble into chunks of memories and stories and glimpses of sounds.

She was a child again, clinging to her mother and reaching for the apple pie. Arcade placated her mushed words but offered her broc flower instead to chew on. Cass gnawed on the plant, mind circulating the small ranch house she grew up in. Four windows. One, two, three, four. Yellow walls. Old tractor parts rusting against the back wall. Grass taller than she.

Time traveled too quickly now. She spun in a dust devil, trembling hands on a hot dirty floor. Heavy hair stuck to her neck and face. Arcade brought a cool wet towel to her mouth, cleaning up thick globs of bile and snot.

She was turning into something sweet and docile, a transformation no one could have expected. Cass was still going through the worst of it, but there were changes in her walk and anger no longer lined her words. It was disturbing to witness, to see that her past had somehow disappeared. Her entire life vanished and left her newborn, cradled in Arcade's arms.

OP here
Thanks a mill, I was so excited to see a fill for this! Cass sweet and docile... hard to imagine... need to see a sequel to see how that turns out, hehe. And Arcade.. aw. A true friend.
Cool little story, thanks A!A :)

ohmigosh. I never realized I wanted this...

Holy crap somebody actually made a three dog fill O_o I like your sense of humor anon. You also wrote that Boone/F!Courier fill right? Keep it up :)

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∙ We started looking around again after daybreak

∙ We’ve already found something surprising.

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“And you’re sure you don’t remember any of these on the tape?” Layla asked.

“I think I would have noticed this,” Veronica answered. The camera zoomed toward the back of the room, where several symbols were scrawled on the far wall. All of them were the same; a circle with a crude ‘X’ through it.

“Yeah… These definitely weren’t here when Terry came through,” The Courier remarked. “They have to be fairly recent. But there’s so many.”

“Maybe more than one person did it,” Veronica said. “Could be one of those crazy-ass cults.” Layla groaned.

“I really don’t want to think about a cult running around this particular area,” she grumbled.

The tape ended.

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∙ I think we found the raiders Terry had been talking about.

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“There aren’t any bullet wounds,” Layla said as the tape started. She crouched down to a bloody body. “Only cuts.”

“A knife or a machete or something?” Veronica asked as the camera panned up and over a field near a blown-out barn. There were several dead bodies strewn about the area.

“I don’t know… The tearing’s too jagged,” the Courier answered. “I guess it could have been done with a very dull blade.”

“Great, so the psycho we’re sort of looking for took out seven raiders with a dull knife.”

“We don’t know who did this,” the Courier said firmly. “It could have been any number of people…”

“Uh huh,” the scribe said, sounding unimpressed with the other girl’s reasoning. “And tell me, how high are the cuts again? Do they look like someone tall did it?”

The girl didn’t answer for a moment as she looked down at the closest raider.

“Well?”

“Everything’s OK-A-L-A-M-A-Z-O-Oooooooh what a gaaaaaal,” Layla started singing.

“What are you doing?” Veronica cried.

“Singing, makes me feel better.”

“Well shut up. Whoever did this might still be around.”

The other girl stopped. “I think we should finish what we’re doing here and go home soon,” she said a moment later.

“Yeah… that’s probably a real good idea.”

The video ends.

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∙ Something happened when we went back to the farmhouse. We weren’t expecting it, but how co͕̻u̯̥̹̥̳̘ld̰̗̩͚̜̟̻ we?

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“I still don’t like this; someone’s clearly living here,” Layla said from behind the camera as Veronica poked around the farm house.

“We’re not taking anything,” the scribe said dismissively. “If anyone shows up, we’ll just move on. Probably a good idea to warn them about all the crazy stuff going on anyway.”

“What if the person living here is… you know.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it.” Veronica asked, looking up. “If it isn’t him, we’ll warn whoever shows up. If it IS him, then he’ll get a taste of Pushy.” The woman patted her power fist fondly.

The Courier didn’t say anything for a while. Instead she panned the camera around the room, showing the interior of the second farmhouse, the one near the overturned silo. The one they’d found signs of a person living in.

“Oh… holy crap, look at this,” Veronica said, and Layla turned the camera back. The scribe was holding up a box.

“What is it?” Layla asked, moving closer. The camera focused on the box. A neat stack of holotapes was inside.

“…Are they marked?” the Courier asked. Veronica set the box down on a table and started going through the tapes.

“No… but they’re used; they’re all at the end of the tape,” the scribe said, tapping one of the cassettes.

“…What should we do?” Layla asked. “We don’t have a video player around here.”

“Let’s take them back home,” Veronica answered.

“I thought we weren’t taking anything?” Layla asked, sounding displeased.

“This is different,” Veronica said. “We’re trying to find a missing man, after all.”

“I don’t know…” the Courier said. “Maybe we ought to see if there’s anyone here again before we do.”

“We’ve been all over the place,” Veronica said impatiently. “We can bring them back after we see what they are.”

“…Fine,” Layla answered. “Let’s finish up here and go.” She turned the camera toward the other side of the room. There was a man wearing a hockey mask and hood sitting in the chair against the wall. Layla gasped, and the camera jerked.

The man was suddenly up and loping in her direction on all fours, faster than seemed possible. Layla screamed as the man reached her, and the image turned to static for a moment. The video cut back in, but the image seemed frozen on the floor. The only sound was a loud squeal of feedback. Then the video cut out.

The image came back after a few seconds. The camera appeared to be on the floor.

“Are you okay?!” Veronica cried over the sound of panting.

“I- I’m… Yeah, I’m okay,” Layla answered. “I uh… oh shit he came out of nowhere.”

The camera was picked up and turned toward Veronica, who had a splatter of blood on her power fist. She looked a little frazzled, but unharmed.

“Who was it?” the scribe asked as she moved toward the body of the hooded man sprawled on the ground.

“I don’t know… Whoever lived here,” the Courier guessed. “Maybe he was the one who killed the raiders… and that nightkin.”

“Maybe,” Veronica answered, then reached down to pull off the mask. Layla gasped loudly.

“It’s Terry!”

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∙ We buried Terry near the farmhouse and took the tapes. We’re going home.

The one about F!Courier's ass? Because if you mean the one about F!Courier's ass, yeah that was me.

I FULLY INTEND TO KEEP IT UP. I'LL BE KEEPING IT UP ALL NIGHT LONG, BABY, AAAAAOOOWWWWW~

You are a gentleman and a scholar, a!a.

I FUCKING LOVE PUNS.

This is amazing. <3 <3 <3

This is amazing. All of these feelings! Are of these ladyboners!

God, Raul speaking Spanish is like the best thing ever. And I love love love your Courier to pieces. <3 <3 <3

WANT SO MUCH HHHHHHNNNNNGGGGG

Oooh! Can't wait for this to continue!! Loving it!!

I'm really getting into this!!!

I don't think there's enough psychopathy and character death on the meme, so I would like to humbly request a story with a psychopathic courier with no redeeming characteristics killing her way through the Mojave Wasteland.

I'm absolutely okay with graphic death, gore, etc. No squicks here. Go hog wild.

Oh god, I don't even care who does it to him: Just someone please write something that ends in Boone getting tied up/tied down/tied to something. Preferably non-con, but doesn't have to end in sex.

Just sweaty, squirming, struggling, helpless Boone.

I'm going to go lie down

Chapter One: Nothing But Smiles

The gunshot wound in Caroline’s forehead itched something terrible. It was still fresh, still healing. She could only remember brief flashes of what had gone on before getting shot in the head, but she figured she had plenty of time to sort out her lost memories later.

For now, she was itching to do something nasty.

Luckily for her, the small hick town she’d woken up in seemed chock full of the friendly naïve sort that were always fun to play with. The petite redhead with the dog who went by the ridiculous name Sunny Smiles, for instance, would make an excellent toy. The bitch seemed capable enough to handle the day to day troubles of Goodsprings – which seemed to amount to a few geckos and the occasional Powder Ganger – but she’d handed over a spare rifle and ammo far too willingly.

Although she knew her way around firearms well enough, Caroline didn’t like them very much. They made things too easy, less personal, and – aside from the occasional exception – nowhere near messy enough for Caroline’s tastes. Still, guns had their uses. She wasn’t about to turn down a potential advantage.

Caroline played the part of an uncertain, woozy young woman well. She kept the charade going until Sunny, her dog, and she were a good ways from the small town. She fell behind a few steps, complaining that her head was throbbing. It wasn’t exactly a lie. When Sunny and her four-legged companion were about ten feet ahead of her, she shouldered the battered rifle and took aim.

The rifle bucked as she fired and the dog’s head became so much gory splatter. As the mutt crumpled to the ground in a twitching heap, her master spun towards the disturbance. Sadness, shock, and anger flowed over Sunny’s face as she stared down at her dead dog. Her face turned towards Caroline and the sadistic courier spotted the tears in her eyes. Caroline’s mouth watered, imagining how those tears would taste.

“Why?” Sunny gasped then her face hardened. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Caroline smirked. “Lots of things.” She aimed the rifle at Sunny’s ample chest, giving the woman second thoughts of trying to line up her own shot. “Do us both a favor and drop the rifle. It’d be a damn shame if I had to kill you quickly.”

Sunny’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits but she complied. Her rifle clattered against the hard rocks. “Bitch,” she muttered. “I was helping you.”

“You still are,” Caroline said. She lowered the rifle and squeezed the trigger. Sunny’s scream cut across the Mojave as her left knee exploded. She collapsed down to a crouch, clutching at the wound. Slinging the rifle over her shoulder, Caroline approached the wounded woman. She planted a foot against Sunny’s right shoulder and kicked out, forcing her onto her back with a pained groan.

Breathing heavily, Sunny stared up at her tormenter. The tears flowed freely now, from pain more than sadness. Caroline squatted and crawled over Sunny’s body. She reached down to the woman’s mangled knee and gave it a squeeze. Another scream tore from Sunny’s throat and Caroline screamed right back into her face. The screams faded together, Sunny’s transforming into a ragged sob while Caroline’s became a sadistic giggle. She leaned in close, running her tongue along Sunny’s cheek and tasting those exquisite tears.

“Time for some proper fun,” Caroline said, giving Sunny a wink. She lifted her hand and licked some of the wounded woman’s blood from her fingers. She tugged the zipper of Sunny’s black leather top down, slowly revealing more of the woman’s flesh. When the zipper was down, Caroline pushed the top open and exposed Sunny’s breasts. Caroline admired the fleshy mounds, letting out a soft purr of appreciation.

Pushing aside the pain in her leg, Sunny grabbed for the psychotic bitch on top of her. Her hands clasped around Caroline’s slender throat and squeezed. Caroline’s eyes lit up. Not with fear or surprise but excitement. “Still got some fight in you?” she choked out. “That’s good.”

Caroline’s hand reached out to the side, searching across the ground. She came across a large rock and picked it up, cracking it across Sunny’s temple. The woman cried out, her hands releasing Caroline’s throat. Blood trickled from a jagged gash just above her eyebrow down into her bright red hair. Her eyes rolled dizzily in her head as she tried to shake off the blow.

“Unfortunately for you,” Caroline growled. “I’m not in the mood for fighting right now.” She slammed the rock into Sunny’s head a second time, a bit harder. Not hard enough to kill the woman, but more than enough to daze her. Caroline tossed the blood-specked rock over her shoulder then returned to her previous activities. Trailing her fingers over one of Sunny’s round breasts, flicking against the tip of her pink nipple, she moved her hand lower to the crotch of the woman’s leather pants.

In her disoriented state, Sunny was unable to keep herself from moaning as Caroline’s hand rubbed her crotch. At first, she was just thankful for the distraction from the pain in her leg and her head. Then her fuzzy mind remembered exactly what was happening and who was doing it to her and she clamped her lips shut tightly. Caroline giggled. She stopped rubbing Sunny’s crotch and reached for the woman’s wide belt, unfastening it and pulling it open. The button and zipper on Sunny’s leather pants were next and once Caroline had both open, she slid to the side of the woman and tugged at the pants.

Once Sunny’s pants and panties were bunched at the tops of her boots, Caroline sat up and admired the wounded woman’s nearly nude form, from her medium-sized tits, down her toned stomach, to the fiery patch of wild pubic hair just above the slit of her vagina. She considered what to do with her prey. Her options were limited. Aside from the two rifles, she only had her trusty knife. The knife would be fun. It would definitely be messy.

And Caroline loved messy.

But before things got messy, she had other urges she wanted to fulfill. Grabbing the zipper at the top of the Vault uniform the old doctor had given her, Caroline pulled it down to her crotch and slipped out of the garment. The hot Mojave sun beat down on her naked flesh but she didn’t mind. Tossing the uniform aside, Caroline stretched before she got down to business.

Sunny Smiles lay helpless across the rocky ground in more pain than she’d ever experienced in her life. She stared up at her mysterious tormentor through blurry, tear-filled eyes. As Caroline stretched, Sunny was given a few long moments to take in the sight of the sadistic sociopath. She was more muscular than Sunny had thought. The baggy Vault dweller suit had hidden the subtle muscle tone of her body.

Letting out a satisfied sigh as she worked a kink out of her back with a relieving pop, Caroline looked down at her wounded toy. Through the fear and pain, Caroline could see a flicker of defiant rage in Sunny’s eyes. She doubted she could trust the woman not to bite if she lowered her crotch over her face. Caroline sighed. Maybe things would have to get messy sooner rather than later.

Sliding the vicious knife free from the sheath on her Vault uniform, Caroline turned back to Sunny. “Time to live up to that stupid fucking name of yours,” she said, crawling towards the prone woman.

“What are you – “ Sunny began, but her words were cut off as Caroline grabbed her jaw firmly in one hand. She brought the tip of the knife to Sunny’s lips, touching against them lightly. Sunny became very still, staring into Caroline’s icy eyes with fear. With a quick flick of her wrist, Caroline sliced the knife from the edge of Sunny’s lips across her cheek. The woman cried out as hot blood ran down her face and her cheek split apart, revealing bloody teeth below.

Gripping Sunny’s jaw tighter to keep her from pulling away, Caroline gave her a second slash almost identical to the first on the opposite side of her face. Sunny’s once ruggedly attractive face became a horrifyingly gruesome sight. Her mouth split brutally wide, the jagged, blood-oozing flesh of her extended lips stretching nearly to her ears. She was definitely smiling now. Even if Caroline left her alive and the wounds healed, she’d never be able to stop. With the skin and ligaments sliced through, Sunny’s jaw hung open, impossibly wide. Her tongue waggled as she tried not to choke on her own blood.

“That’ll keep you from being too bitey,” Caroline commented with a smirk. She licked the blood from the knife’s blade. She moved over the prone woman, straddling her bloody face. She leaned forward, moving her head between Sunny’s splayed thighs. She caught a whiff of the musky scent of Sunny’s cunt that made her mouth water.

Caroline lowered her hips and rubbed her exposed crotch against Sunny’s face. The woman let out a choked whimper and tried to turn her head away but Caroline pushed her knees together to hold her plaything in place. She let out a soft moan as she pressed her wet slit to Sunny’s lips, humping against her bloody mouth.

As her cunt grew wetter, Caroline purred out her arousal and buried her face between Sunny’s legs. She lapped at her victim’s snatch with practiced skill, running her tongue down the slit of her vagina a few times before sucking on the tiny bud of her clitoris. She couldn’t help giggling as she felt Sunny’s hot breath grow heavy against her pussy lips. Despite the pain, the hatred, and the fear consuming her, the wounded woman couldn’t deny the pleasure Caroline was giving her.

Under the constant stimulation of Caroline’s skillful teasing, Sunny’s pussy grew wet. The woman groaned out her dismay. The groan transformed into a sharp squeal as she came, sending a gush of her juices from her slit which Caroline eagerly lapped up. With her victim brought to an unwanted orgasm, Caroline’s own arousal spiked. She humped against Sunny’s face hard, banging the back of the woman’s head into the stony ground. She rubbed her stiff clit against Sunny’s nose, crying out into the woman’s soaked snatch as she achieved her own climax.

The coppery taste of her own blood blended with the tangy flavor of Caroline’s juices as they gushed into Sunny’s split mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut, utterly defeated and praying for everything to just end. She didn’t care if she died. She just wanted the agony to be over.

Instead, it only escalated.

Sunny let out the howl of a mortally wounded beast as pain exploded from her crotch. She squirmed helplessly under the stronger woman’s body, trying anything she could to get away from the slashing hurt running through her nether region. Sunny was on the verge of blacking out when she heard a wet tearing sound and her torturer climbed off of her.

Lying on the ground, utterly crippled from pain, it took Sunny several long moments to register that Caroline was speaking to her, trying to get her attention. She forced her eyes open, squinting into the blistering sun. As the image before her came into focus, Sunny emitted a chilling scream of horror. Caroline stood over her with Sunny’s cunt held in front of her face. The tattered skin outlining her pilfered labia dripped trickles of blood as Caroline waggled her tongue through the center hole that had so recently led to the depths of her vagina.

Caroline laughed at the pitiful woman’s reaction. She pulled Sunny’s bloody cunt from her lips and turned it around. She eyed the small clit hungrily and brought the flap of skin back to her mouth. She sucked on it a little, wondering if the bitch could still feel any residual pleasure from the attention even with it no longer being attached to her body. Deciding she really didn’t give a fuck either way, Caroline bit down on the tiny nub and tore it away. She chewed at the tough little bundle of nerves then swallowed it down.

With the small morsel consumed, Caroline looked down at her plaything. Her crotch was utterly destroyed, a dark pool of blood spreading out onto the rocks around her. Her face, similarly, wasn’t nearly as pretty to look at as it once was. Sunny lay in a daze, too overwhelmed with the pain and horror of her situation to fully comprehend anything. Caroline sighed. She hated when her toys got like that. It was next to impossible to have fun with them.

“I’m being such a hog,” she said, not knowing if Sunny could still hear her or not. “You probably want a bite for yourself. I imagine it’s not easy filling such a big mouth.” She laughed at her own joke and crouched beside the tortured woman. “Here, you can have the rest.”

Sunny’s eyes bulged and she let out a panicked gagging as Caroline shoved what remained of her cunt lips down her throat. She tried to swallow, despite the disgust she felt at being forced to, but as hard as her throat muscles worked, they couldn’t dislodge the obstruction. The parts of Sunny’s face not obscured with blood grew red as she choked on her own pussy. Her body flopped wildly, expressing more life than she had in the last several minutes, as Sunny instinctively tried to cling to life.

Caroline stepped back and enjoyed the show. She dropped a hand down to her bare crotch and fingered her wet pussy. Her thumb brushed over her clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her. As Sunny’s struggles began to fade, Caroline’s hand moved faster, wanting to time things perfectly. It was a game she’d played before, more than a few times. She was quite good at it.

As Sunny’s body let out a final, sputtering jerk, Caroline cried out as her hand became soaked with her cunt juice. She licked her fingers clean then surveyed the scene. Sunny’s corpse lay sprawled out, covered in blood. The dead bitch’s bitch lay a few feet away. Not quite as gory, but equally dead. The Vault uniform lay in a heap, carried a ways from the bloodshed thanks to a few strong gusts of wind. Caroline had no urge to redress in the uniform.

She focused her eyes back on Sunny. She smirked. The leather armor the woman wore was appealing. The thought of wearing the clothes of her first victim since literally returning from the grave gave her a bit of a thrill. Crouching beside the woman’s corpse, she stripped her of her clothes completely. They were soaked with blood in a few spots, but being leather, it wouldn’t be difficult to wash off.

Once Caroline was dressed, she picked up her bloody knife, looking it over. “Such good times, old friend,” she said to it. Sunny’s blood was already drying on the blade. The knife would be thirsty again. Probably soon. But there’d be plenty of time to find fresh meat.

Crouching over Sunny’s corpse, Caroline used the knife to slice away the dead woman’s nipples. She slipped the flaps of flesh into her pocket. Maybe she’d make a necklace out of them. Maybe she’d just nibble on them along her journey. Either way, they made for a nice memento of the kill.

Grabbing Sunny’s rifle, Caroline slung it over her shoulder and left the messy sight of her kill. Her head still hurt. Her memories leading up to being shot were still fuzzy. But she was alive – unlike unfortunate Sunny Smiles – and as long as she was, she’d keep moving. There were bound to be more fun and interesting things to do in the Mojave.

And just maybe she’d even get to have a little revenge on the fucker who’d tried to kill her.

Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

Evil M!LW/Sarah Lyons - Dude, she's like in a coma!

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The Courier: Absolutely NOT the hero of the Mojave.

Boone + Bondage

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