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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-21 10:04 am (UTC)(link)“Oh well, oh well.” The Leader of the Legion stood up and spread his arms, imitating the pose of an opera singer. He cleared his throat and directed his speech at Cassidy who blushed despite not understanding a single word.
“Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum severiorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!
soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.
da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.
dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,
conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
aut ne quis malus invidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.”
“Aaww...” Veronica clapped her hands and everyone fell in. “How... sweet, I hope.”
Caesar bowed and sat down again to reach for the bottle that came to rest pointing at the courier.
“Hah! Truth or dare?”
“Truth!!” The courier nervously threaded her fingers.
“Very well. Which of the men here present would you kiss if you had to choose?”
Veronica shrieked in joy. “That’s the spirit!”
The courier face-palmed and shook her head. “None.”
“No, that doesn’t count!”, Cass yelled. “You gotta chose one!”
“Here in this circle?”
“Yes.”
The courier looked around. The alternatives were a jagged Benny, a sauced Scribe Ibsen, a shit-faced Caesar... and Vulpes. She wordlessly jerked her thumbs at the only sober man in the circle in hopes he would understand and endured another round of howls and wolf-whistles.
The courier then spun the bottle and it was Benny’s turn who chose a dare and was condemned to walk through the whole lounge and give every man a kiss on the hand. The courier had a score to settle, after all. When Benny spun the bottle, it pointed at the courier again.
Everyone but the courier and Vulpes laughed.
“Haha! Baby doll, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for!”
The courier looked panicked.
“You gonna go to the punch bowl and drink three cups of the stuff! Chug-a-lug, baby!”
“Oh no...”
“Oh yes!”
Everyone laughed again.
After the deed was done, the courier sat down, her head beginning to spin ever so slightly. There was definitely too much vodka in the punch. She spun the bottle and it came to rest on Vulpes.
“There’s other people who want to play along, too!”, Cass muttered.
“It’s not my fucking fault!”, the courier snapped.
Vulpes emitted a little, fatalistic sigh after exchanging a look with his lord and receiving an amused, but stern glare. “I guess it will be dare this time.”
“Damn right it will”, Cass cackled and Caesar chuckled while the two toasted each other.
The punch having now reached her brain, the courier shrugged and smiled. “Why should you be any better off than me? Three cups, chug-a-lug.”
Vulpes smoothly got onto his feet and followed his orders. Coming back he sat down again with a face that made it clear he wasn’t very fond of punch.
The game continued with Ibsen having to carry Veronica piggy-backed, Veronica having to kiss Benny, Moore putting a sock on her head, the courier admitting that the worst blow to her vanity had been discovering her hair had been shorn off after waking up in Doc Mitchell’s clinic and Cass revealing that she had lost her virginity standing up with her back against a dumpster in a back alley of Reno.
Cass spun the bottle.
It pointed at the courier. Again.
“I hate this game.” She also hated punch, the stuff had lodged itself into her brain and made her feel fuzzy. “I know what’s going to happen now.” She looked at Vulpes who had the faintest flush on his cheeks and a very slight, punch-induced smile that he was trying to suppress.
“Hahaa!” Cass giggled, pointing at Vulpes. “Kiss him!”
The courier and Vulpes exchanged a look and simultaneously shrugged. With a sigh, the courier leaned over and pecked a hasty kiss on his cheek.
“Oh no. Nonononono. That doesn’t count!” Cass waved her arms.
“But I...”
The whole merry circle erupted in a storm of protest.
“No way!”
“Oh come on, baby doll, you can do better than that!”
“It’s a disgrace, is what it is!”
“Chicken!”
“Come on, sweetheart, you know that doesn’t count!”
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-21 10:07 am (UTC)(link)After rallying herself the courier took the bottle and the game resumed with Ibsen having to make publicly known that he preferred boxer shorts over briefs, Moore admitting she had sexual fantasies of men in power armour, Benny announcing that if he really would have to fuck the Courier now he’d use doggy style (which earned him a few howls and cat-calls too), the Courier revealing after being asked whom she had given a blowjob that she had in fact never given anyone a blowjob yet. After that, Caesar had to perform a belly-dance. When he spun the bottle, it pointed at Vulpes.
“Truth.”
“You’re a drag, you know that, Vulpes?” Caesar grinned. “When was the last time you jerked yourself off?”
This time, he did blush.
Cass snorted. Veronica tried to stuff a giggle back in with pressing her hands to her mouth, remaining unsuccessful. Benny grinned shamelessly, Ibsen choked on his drink and the courier blushed almost as hard as Vulpes did.
“Come on now.” Caesar flicked a hand. “We ain’t got all night.”
“I can’t remember.”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire!”,Cass and Veronica yelled at him practically simultaneously before breaking out into a giggle.
“Roughly three weeks ago”, Vulpes said then.
“And who’ve you been thinking of?”
“You shall have to wait until the next opportunity arises.”
“Hmpf.” Caesar emptied his cup but rules were rules.
The Courier noticed the noise on the other side of the lounge increase and saw, after craning her neck, that a few Legionaries, NCR soldiers and Brotherhood paladins had taken some of their respective comrades onto their shoulders and now they played a – as of yet – peaceful game of pushing your adversaries off their respective mounts’ shoulders. Watching them, the courier could only hope things remained peaceful.
After that, Cassidy had to fetch drinks for everyone in the circle by carrying the cups on her head, one after another. It took quite a while, and even if that meant Vulpes had to drink another cup of the dreadful punch, the expression on Cassidy’s face as she tried to balance cup after cup on her head was well worth it.
Cass spun the bottle, and it pointed at the courier. “Dare!” She chuckled in glee. “Daahaare!”
The Courier rolled her eyes.
“Okay. Okay. This is perfect.” Cass took a hasty sip of her drink. “You gotta check if Vulpes has been telling the truth about what’s under his kilt!!”
“No”, both the courier and Vulpes said simultaneously.
The circle around them erupted into dirty laughter.
“That’s going too far”, the courier said.
Vulpes meant to say something too but was stopped when his lord gave him a long, glowing stare. To get it over with, he took the courier’s hand and unceremoniously shoved it under his kilt, on the side of the thigh, the least compromising spot. Everyone howled and whistled as the courier blushed a dark crimson. Vulpes himself didn’t look much better.
“That does it”, the courier said and got up, swaying a little after the fourth cup of punch. “I’m out of here.”
“HEY!” Cass threw her hat down beside her. “You gotta at least tell if he said the truth!”
“He did!” the courier yelled back and stomped off, ignoring the howls and jeers.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-21 10:09 am (UTC)(link)Behind her, the door of the elevator opened with a ding and a deep, dark voice from the seventh level of hell, by the sound of it, roared loud enough to make the window panes vibrate: “THERE’S COOOOKIIIIEESS EVERYONE!! COME AND GEEET THEEEEEEEM!!!!”
The lounge erupted into a stampede and Lily had a hard time keeping all those youngsters in check, whacking fingers and telling everyone if they didn’t behave there would be no more cookies. A legionary and a paladin ended up at each other’s throat about the last chocolate chip cookie and Lily pulled them apart by their scruffs, told them to share and be friends again and since no one in his right mind who is faced by a seven feet apparition from hell with a known mental instability put up resistance they agreed, shook hands and broke the cookie in half.
The courier dropped onto the couch beside Raul and shook her head with a groan. “Worst idea ever had”, she muttered.
“What?” Raul offered her the bowl and she grabbed a large handful of crisps that she shoved into her mouth. “The Party?”
“No”, the courier mumbled around a mouthful of potato crisps while her blush slowly faded. “Letting Veronica make the punch.”
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Tag as finished... god, this new layout is a nightmare. I already feel sorry for you, mods.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-21 11:11 am (UTC)(link)This was brilliant, A!A. And I'll confess, I laughed at Veronica's punch joke.
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-24 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2011-12-25 05:28 am (UTC)(link)Ahahaha! The Son of Mars sloshed, commando Vulpes, and Lily being well Lily... This is one of my favorite fills A!A
A!A of this fill to the mods
(Anonymous) 2011-12-25 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)Deck the halls with piles of bodies
I would also be fine with the solution of deleting and re-posting it because, as usual, I discovered a rather large and embarassing collection of typos that I wouldn't mind getting rid of.
A!A.
Re: A!A of this fill to the mods
Deleting and reposting is up to you. Just let me know via the mod contact page and I'll organise a clean repost for you.
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(Anonymous) 2012-07-15 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)Loved it! :D