Phyllis (Searching for a First Aid Kit)

Phyllis shielded her eyes from the onslaught of dirt in hr face as the wind whipped around harshly. The gusts had come out of practically nowhere and she was finding it hard to walk against the wind. Still, the town was close by and she could seek shelter there.

She had no idea why she was risking her life for a guy she just met. Well, maybe she had a few ideas. He was cute and actually quite charming and in the short time she knew him, he had made quite the impression on her. She didn't want him to be hurt.

But she was no fighter and, gun or not, she was **** out here. She could only hope that no fembots would attack her and that she'd be able to sneak in and out easily.

She reached the town an hour or so later and sighed in relief. She was tired of the dester and it's volitale winds. She quickly dashed into the town and was in such a hurry, she didn't even notice the sharp stick that protruded from the ground as she ran by. It snagged onto the bottom of her shorts and tore a large chunk of her raggy covering off, revealing a rather large portion of her left ass cheek. If one looked hard enough, they could see the crack of her ass and notice she wasn't wearing any panties.

Phyllis swore to herself as she noticed the damage. She couldn't beleive she had been fucking two male bots when the crash happened and was **** to flee stark naked. The rags was all she could find and she they were tight and form fitting, leaving little to the imagination because she wore no underwear. More so now that much of her butt was showing. She would have to look for clothes here while she was at it.

Grumbling, she snuck into town and hid behind a building. She peered around the edge and saw the medical station down by the saloon. That was her destination and she was so close. She looked around cautiously. She seemed to be alone.