Tell the truth

You’re alone with Boss Murphy. Shell is not here.

You take out the patch that she gave you and hold it out to Boss Murphy, who takes it with a stony expression.

“There’s a woman who had a little nest in the attic,” you tell her. “Her name’s Shell. I’ve seen her around town. She’s tough. She wanted me to lie and say that the camp was old.”

Boss Murphy nods, frowning.

“Do you know what that is?” you ask, indicating the patch.

“The Brotherhood,” Boss Murphy grunts, tossing the patch on the desk. “Zealots.”

“Are they your enemies?” you ask.

Boss Murphy hesitates, then shrugs. “In a sense,” she says tiredly, going to the window.

“What do they want?”

“Order. Or I should, they want their version of order,” Boss Murphy replies with a look over her shoulder. “She didn’t hurt you?”

You sigh. “She could have,” you reply. “But she didn’t. She seemed OK, honestly. But she’s obviously up to something.”

“Spying,” Boss Murphy says without hesitation. “Keeping an eye on me.”

“She said that if I reported this to you, you’d send people after her.”

Boss Murphy turns away from the window and walks across the room, the floorboards creaking under her considerable weight. She leans against her desk, which also groans. She’s wearing leather pants and a sleeveless top that shows off her arms. With muscles like that, it’s hard to imagine that she could be afraid of anyone, but it’s clear that she doesn’t like this news.

She shakes her head. “She’s wrong about that. I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t imagining it. The Brotherhood really has taken an interest in us. But I’m not interested in picking a fight that I’d be sure to lose,” she says, giving you a little smile.

“Are these people strong?” you ask. You just don’t know anything about the situation on the surface.

Boss Murphy nods slowly. “You could say that. And I’m not a queen. I don’t have an army. I don’t run things here because I want to, I do it because if I don’t, Tess will come in here and screw everything up.” She sighs.

You recall the woman that’s called Queen Tess, who leads those biker women, the Free Gurls. You remember her exhibitionist outfit and the sight of her cock dribbling cum onto the cracked pavement as she shouted threats at Boss Murphy.

You can imagine why the people of New Gurlberg might appreciate someone a bit steadier at the helm.

“She threatened my friend if I told you this,” you say.

“That’s a bluff. She can’t show her face here,” Boss Murphy replies with a wave of her big, green hand. You agree with that. If Boss Murphy isn’t sending anyone, Shell can’t know for sure that you talked. Even if she does find out, does she care enough to bother you? Probably not. It sounds as though Shell has enough going on.

“Can you tell me more about this Brotherhood?” you ask.

“The Brotherhood of Steel? Not really,” Murphy replies distractedly. It’s clear that this news has given her a lot to think about. “They’re well-armed. That’s all you need to know.”

You frown. Shell hadn’t been packing anything more dangerous than a handgun.

“You did a good job,” Boss Murphy’s saying. She gives you an approving look as she hands over your caps. “And I appreciate your loyalty. Here’s a little extra.”

This is good. You’re still in one piece and you have financial security. You’ve also made a friend. And… possibly an enemy.

There’s something else.

You look at Boss Murphy expectantly.

“Yes?”

You smile at her. “You still owe me a DNA sample.”

She looks startled, then amused. “I forgot,” she says, smiling down at you. She comes around the desk and looms over you. “A deal’s a deal.” She looks you up and down. “It’ll be my pleasure. Come to my room after dark.”

“It’s a date,” you say, trying not to sound too nervous. You’re confident by nature, but she’s twice your size, green, and all muscle. This will be a new experience for you, but you have a duty to perform.

Boss Murphy playfully pinches your butt as you walk out of her office, and you don’t dignify that with a response.

You’re back in bustling Gurlberg, and the first thing you do is head to Reggie’s place for a drink. Chastity serves it to you, and you give her a big tip. Why not? You can afford it.

Reggie appears as Chastity gets back to work, leaning on the bar in a friendly way. You can sense the slim brunette’s thirst just from her facial expression. Shiv and Shank must not be back from wherever they went.

“You want to have a private drink?” she asks casually.

It’s nice to be popular, but you want to keep your strength up for your date with Boss Murphy.

“Sorry,” you tell her. “I already have a date tonight. Do you know anything about the Brotherhood of Steel?”

She nods. “When I was a kid, my settlement was attacked by Deathclaw. There were some Brotherhood guys coming through, and they took care of it. Probably saved some lives. They didn’t ask for anything in return. I actually wanted to join them,” she says wistfully.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t like the sight of blood.”

“Fair enough,” you reply. “Little weird for someone who likes to run a little lewd fight club to drum up business, but I’m not judging.”

She punches you in the arm. “Just trying to survive.”

You click your tongue. “Naughty.”

“Come spank me, then.”

“What has gotten into you?” you ask.

“You know that I’m neighbors with Eric and Sadie, right? I had to listen to them all last night,” Reggie says, rolling her eyes.

Right. You remember the pretty merchant and the stocky, bearded gunsmith. You can imagine that would not be a very restful night.

You relax, get cleaned up, and eat a quiet, tranquil meal with Chastity. In a moment like this, you can believe that life outside the Vault isn’t so bad.

Boss Murphy’s house is in a corner of the settlement, near the fence. It’s not some opulent palace or anything; it’s just a house built of wood and scrap metal. She answers the door in nothing but her shorts, so she isn’t shy about a passerby seeing her bare chest.

Blushing, you enter her home. It’s better-appointed than your little room behind Reggie’s place, but the mayor of New Gurlberg isn’t living like a queen. She does, however, have a massive safe. She also has an impressive set of leather armor, sized for her muscular frame, and an assortment of serious weapons from a spiked club to a black minigun that gleams dully in the candlelight.

This is awkward. You don’t know her and she doesn’t know you. Seeing her like this makes you feel shy and girlish. The bulge in her shorts is almost intimidating.

Your discomfort amuses her. She stands in front of you with her hands on her hips, smirking down at you.

You give her a slightly defiant look and unzip your Vault Suit. That’s all the encouragement she needs. Boss Murphy pulls it down, and you have no control over the situation after that. You’re wearing that lingerie that you found, and Boss Murphy’s eyes light up with passion when she sees it after your suit is on the floor—but then she rips that bra and those panties off you with no hesitation. Her mouth and hands are all over your body.

She caresses and gropes your skin as she licks your breasts hungrily. Her skin is rough, but warm. All you can do is enjoy it, feeling her rock-hard muscles tense and bunch under your hands. Your big erection bumps against hers, which strains against her underwear.

“Eek,” you yelp as she picks you up and carries you to the bed. She puts you down and pushes her shorts down. Her huge, green cock flops forward. Your heart beats out of your chest, but Boss Murphy throws her shorts aside and plunges her face between your legs, lapping at your slit before taking your shaft into her mouth, but only for a moment before she’s back to your pussy. It’s so sudden and fervent that you shriek, kicking your legs and grabbing at the blankets. Your hips buck and your body responds so explosively that you flip over onto your belly. Undeterred, Boss Murphy yanks your hips to bring you back to her mouth. Mercilessly, she teases your clit with her tongue as you squirm and moan.

“OK! Please!” you all but scream. She lets go and you spill onto your back, spreading your legs and looking up at her needily. Your erection rests against your belly, dripping precum already.

She kneels over you, one hand stroking her cock as she enjoys the view. Then she grabs you and pulls you into her lap. Face to face, you wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her desperately on the mouth as she positions her cock against your pussy.

She’s considerate. Slowly, she eases you onto it. You bite her neck and groan, feeling her stretching you out. Then she’s in. You look up, panting into her face. Her strong hands slide down your back to your ass. You are so full and overwhelmed that it’s up to her to move you, almost as you would move your Pip-Girl up and down your cock.

She breathes hoarsely, mouth open, staring at you as she uses your pussy.

“Mmm,” she grunts when you tense and ****. Your cock twitches and hot cum splashes against her rigid, green abs. It doesn’t take too much time for your quivering, contracting pussy to get her over the edge. She tips her head back and holds you tight, flooding your insides with her load.

She lies back on the bed with you on top of her, breathing hard. You rise and fall with her chest until you slip off with a giggle. You land on your belly and turn your head to look at her. Your body’s numb. It feels like at least a pint of her cum is leaking out of you.

After a moment she turns her head as well and looks at you. What is that look? No way. You watch as her green cock swells. Is this a super mutant thing? No refractory period? Your head is swimming. You still can’t even move, but she doesn’t care.

Boss Murphy grunts, getting on her knees and moving behind you. Her damp, sticky shaft slaps against your bottom. She presses it between your buttocks, sliding it up and down. Her hands squeeze your cheeks together, then she rests one hand in the small of your back and uses her hips to hump your rear end.

Her panting gets loud and her sweat drips onto your skin. Finally, she lets out something like a strangled roar, and another rush of scalding semen sprays across your back.

She lets herself down beside you, gasping. She reaches over with one huge, green finger and brushes a few blonde hairs away from your eyes.

“You can have my DNA anytime,” she purrs.

You don’t spend the night with her. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, but you have to discreetly get some of that… sample into the D.I.C.K. device. You also need to be a bit careful with your health. That was amazing, but you’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow. Boss Murphy was trying to be gentle with you, but… yeah.

You clean up and load the sample in the privacy of Reggie’s bar after it’s closed.

A green light shows on the D.I.C.K. device. This is a good sample! You are one step closer to accomplishing your goal. With that done, you return to your room and slip into bed with Chastity. Still asleep, she senses you there and rolls over to hug you.

In the morning, you feel even worse than you thought. You have black and blue bruises where Boss Murphy’s fingers squeezed your skin, your hips are killing you, and your nips and pussy are tender from the savage way that she used her mouth.

You regret nothing, but it’s time to make your next move. You fired your shotgun while you were on your quest, so you need to clean it. You aren’t an expert, but that just makes it that much more important that you maintain your firearms. However… you don’t know how to do that.

New Gurlberg is bustling as dawn breaks. People are early risers in the Florida Wasteland. You let Chastity sleep and slip away to see Sadie and Eric. They’re manning their stand already, buying salvaged guns from a weathered-looking traveler in a duster and cowboy hat.

“This will only take a second to clean,” Eric assures you when you hand over the shotgun and payment. As you wait, you consider the merchandise. You’re loaded now, so you could upgrade your arsenal if you wanted to.

Your eyes fall on some training manuals. It’s not lost on you that combat is not your strong suit. You can’t become a powerful **** of **** overnight, but you can always improve. Part of that process is choosing what to improve on. You can’t be good at everything, or at least it wouldn’t be very efficient to try. Losing that fight against Shell has taught you that you can’t solve everything with your penis.

You pick up a manual about close-range combat. And one about using guns tactically. You look back and forth between the two of them.

[ You have completed a quest and leveled up. Choose one of the two following perks; this will open up a path of specialization over time. Each path has pros and cons. ]

SCRAPPY – You have a vicious killer instinct and an iron stomach. Grants an affinity and basic understanding of all melee weapons and unarmed combat as well as granting +1 Agility and +Endurance. (Hold your own in brawls and physical confrontations within reason, ie you still can’t fistfight a Deathclaw. Melee weapons don’t run out of ammo and your fists can’t be taken away from you, but they have limited usefulness in very open areas or when you’re under fire. Melee is useless in long-range engagements.)

STEADY – You know how to shoot. Grants an affinity for firearms and a basic understanding of how to use all ranged-weapon types as well as granting +1 Perception and +1 Intelligence. (Competently handle any gun and shoot accurately within reason, ie you still can’t make a long-distance sniper shot with buckshot. Guns can grant more overall combat value than melee, but their usefulness is dependent on having guns and ammo. A gun can also be a liability in **** close quarters.)