Heroine for Hire

FALLOUT 3 – Heroine for Hire
By The Great Shaggy

WARNING: Contains the following offensive material - Anguish/Torment, Female/Female sexual relationship (FemSlash), Fingering, Language, Oral Sex, Female Masturbation, Sexual Toys, Violence, Yuri.

Readers Discretion is Advised.

Chapter Characters:

Female
Anastasia – Former Vault 101 Dweller; also known as Anya
Lucy West – Megaton Resident
Moira Brown – Megaton’s Craterside Supply Entrepreneur
Nova – Former Prostitute, Megaton Resident

Male
Charon – Ghoul for hire
Colin Moriarty – Owner of Saloon, Megaton
Gob – Ghoul, bartender at Moriarty’s Saloon, Megaton
Travis – Grayditch Resident

Chapter One: Wasteland Reproduction Guide

‘War…war never changes.’ – Narrator

The smell was nearly overpowering, a stench that was worse than the most fowl smelling garbage heaps or malodorous pools of irradiated water that could be found in the entire Capital Wasteland. So repugnant that it caused her free hand to instinctively move upwards to cover her mouth. Behind her Charon moved up, silent as usual, and took a few deep sniffs of the air, snarling as he pointed to the foot prints in the sun baked dirt in front of them. She saw them as well as the pit of her stomach twisted into knots; too big to be either normal human or ghoul and not big enough to be Death Claws. There was only one other bi-pedal denizen of the wasteland that could make those type of tracks.

Checking to make sure her Type 151 rifle had a fill magazine, she reinserted the clip into the magazine well before motioning for Charon to fall in behind her as she slowly rose back to her feet, moving ever so silently forward through the rubble strewn road of Downtown Washington D.C. Approaching a mound of fallen concrete she could make out noises on the other side; deep, booming, unintelligent conversations, cat calls, and the sharp cracks of fires. God I hope that smell isn’t what I think it is, she thought to herself as she halted her advance just behind the debris. Reaching into her vest pocket, she withdraw a tiny mirror before laying flat on the ground by the edge of the concrete and carefully stretch her hand out with the mirror.

There were three of them, large yellowish green behemoths that were approximately two meters in height sitting around a camp fire. They were dressed in a motley assortment of hand sown clothing and crudely welded armor plates that hung from their bodies. Rotating the mirror she had to close her eyes for a moment upon seeing the image in the mirror showing what was cooking above the crackling fire. Behind that, nestled nearly in darkness was a large cargo net that still held the rest of the remains. Pulling herself back, she shook her head at Charon as she replaced the mirror. The ghoul’s face didn’t show any expression as he pulled out four, M96 Fragmentation Grenades from his pouch and handed two to her. Pulling the pins, she gazed at Charon, blinked her eyes three rapid times, and they both tossed their destruction devices around the corner into the encampment.

There was a sudden cry of alarm and then she lost her hearing as four simultaneous explosions overpowered her ear drums. She waited just a brief second to make sure the grenades hadn’t set fire to any of the nearby derelict fission cars before swinging around the pile of debris, rifle at the ready, but the grenades had done their job. Where once there were three Super Mutants laughing over a campfire was now a scene of bleeding body parts and corpses. The blast had extinguished the fire but the smoldering remains still caused her stomach to tighten up again. But she didn’t dwell on it; she still had a job to do. With Charon’s help, she policed up whatever weapons the Super Mutants had and cut off the second index finger of each. She didn’t bother checking the remains net for she knew there was nothing that she needed in there for this job.

After only a mere five minutes the duo was moving away from the former Super Mutant encampment and headed west out of DC and deeper into the wastes. They walked in silence, sticking to the shadows to avoid any ambushes that Raiders or other Super Mutants had set up amongst the ruins. Dawn was breaking over the horizon when they crossed over a makeshift bridge from the Anchorage Memorial to Wilhelm’s Wharf on the other side of the Potomac. Quietly they settled down into their chairs in front of the shack and she found herself looking across the river back into the ruins of DC yet again.

Charon didn’t bother to follow her gaze for he knew what she was thinking. “Let it go, will yea,” he said in his raspy voice that was normal for ghouls.
“Kicking yourself isn’t going to get the kid back.”

“You know when I first left that damn Vault and set my eyes upon the real world for the first time I found myself a bit excited at the thought of actually experiencing a different life than that in the Vault. Now I hate this place with every fiber in my being,” she replied back, shaking her head.

“What, you think by getting that water purifier up and running with those armored walking tin cans that everything was going to be peachy afterwards?” He snorted as he leaned back further into his chair. “And here I thought you weren’t that naïve.”

She glared at the ghoul but said nothing. He was right, she had helped her father revive Project Purity and when the Enclave appeared in the wasteland she fought alongside the Lyons’ Pride of the Brotherhood of Steel to first retake Project Purity from the Enclave and then to destroy their foothold at Andrew’s Air Force Base to the southwest. After that was the assault on the Super Mutant stronghold at Vault 87 in which they succeeded in destroying the FEV testing chambers and the last of the FEV vats. She had been hailed as the Messiah of the Wastelands by the GNR disc jockey Three Dog, promoted to a Knight in the Brotherhood, welcomed with open arms in nearly every village in the waste, and yet the Capital Wasteland was still the same as the day she emerged from Vault 101 looking for her father. It didn’t matter what she did or how many good deeds she had accomplished, nothing ever changes. It was Moira Brown at Craterside Supply in Megaton that introduced her to a new quote she now lives by today.

“The more things change, the more they stay the same,” she muttered to herself.

Charon snorted. “I guess I was right about you. You aren’t that naïve anymore.”

“That is best left for those who don’t know a thing about the waste, Charon.”

“Like that friend of yours?”

Her best friend from Vault 101, Amata Almodovar, had been named the Vault Overseer after she’d had managed to talk her father into stepping down from the position to best serve the remaining population. For this Amata had her banished permanently from the Vault to heal the rift that her and her father’s departure had caused. Nearly a year later the first designated traders from the Vault had arrived at Megaton looking to open continuing trade with the settlement as well as that of the roaming caravans.

“Amata has chosen her own path for the residents of that Vault be they good or ill it doesn’t concern me anymore.”

“I think the wasteland has finally dampened that good streak in yea.”

“I could care less as long as I get paid.”

“Speaking of which, here they come, Boss.”

Turning around, she saw a group of four heavily armed settlers rounding the corner from the way of the new settlement of Grayditch. All of them were dressed different; some wearing wasteland outfits, others support some kind of leather or homemade armor rig. All of them however had a weary expression on their faces as they drew closure to the two individuals sitting at the Wharf.

Removing the red stain canvas bag she had placed the Super Mutants’ severed fingers in, she heaved them to the leader of the group. “There you go, Travis. Super Mutant problem rectified as per our agreement.”

Travis immediately dropped the canvas and wiped the blood on his Brahmin hid pants. “What about the Miller’s teenage kid. You were supposed to bring him back with you?”

“Yeah well I didn’t feel like wanting to haul whatever the Muties didn’t eat back here,” she replied. “Agreement was for two thousand caps.”

“The agreement for two thousand caps was also for the boy to be with you!”

She snorted as she slowly brought up her rifle and laid it across her legs. “Two thousand caps as per our agreement or me and Charon here will take it off your dead corpses.”

A few of the man shuffle nervously as Charon slowly stood up, shotgun cradled in his arms. Travis glanced at the standing Ghoul and then back to the teenage girl sitting patiently before him. Slowly he shook his head in disgust, reached into his pocket, and tossed a bag that jingle loudly as she caught it.

“And they use to call you the Messiah of the Wasteland, righting wrongs and doing good wherever you went,” he snared.

“That was before the wasteland taught me the one rule that everyone lives by: Shit happens. Pleasure doing business with yea, Travis.”

“For the record, Anya, you’re not welcomed in Grayditch anymore.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she countered before raising her hand and slightly waved. “Bye bye now.”

Anastasia, also known as the Lone Wanderer or the Kid from Vault 101, allowed her smirk to fall after the Grayditch settlers had disappeared back up the road from which they came before slipping the caps onto the table and began counting them. Charon waited a few minutes more to make sure they didn’t come back and try something foolishly before returning to his seat.

“I take back everything I said about you being naïve,” he said.

“You’re just too charming, Charon,” replied Anya before sliding a canvas bag over to him. “Here’s your cut.”

Making the bag disappear into the interior of his armor he gestured up the road. “If I were you I’d take the long way back to Megaton just to be on the safe side.”

“Yeah I planned on it after leaving DC. What about you, headed back to the Ninth Circle in Underworld?”

He nodded as he stood. “Yep, just hope Greta hasn’t been having too much problems with Patchwork again. If any business comes along that you need a hand with, you know where to find me.”

“Be careful out there, Charon. And don’t go killing anyone that doesn’t deserve it.”

She watched as the Ghoul headed back across the rickety bridge and into downtown DC before standing up to leave Wilhelm’s Wharf. She decided that the best way to get back to Megaton and avoid Grayditch all together was to head north using the roadways to the Super Duper Mart before swinging westward. Normally the trip would take an hour to two by cutting though Grayditch, but she had to go an extra four klicks around the settlement that would add on another hour and a half to the trip if she didn’t run into any Raiders or giant insects along the way.

Walking in silence with only the falls of her footsteps and the whipping of the wind to be her companion she allowed her mind to dive deeply into her thoughts. She was just acting hard is all, the death of that kid and what happened to him would haunt her dreams for the next week, it always happened. In fact she didn’t like being this soulless recovery mercenary for hire business that she now ran from Megaton but the fact was the Lyons’ Pride really didn’t need her anymore and with the Enclave gone things had finally gotten back to what normal was in the wasteland; a day to day struggle to survive. And doing good deeds for everyone without asking for anything in return was going to drive her to be one of those Wasteland scavengers that roamed the desolate land. Things broke down all the time in her home and you needed caps to pay for the repairs that you couldn’t handle or for the replacement parts you needed. Sure, Moira always gave her a discount at her store but sometimes she had to venture as far as Rivet City to find stuff that she needed and those residents there didn’t give a shit about heroes at all. Caps spoke the language in the Capital Wasteland and everything else was just deaf talk.
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It was a about mid afternoon when she finally arrived back in Megaton. The first settlement found outside the western boundaries of the Metro DC area, the town is a sprawling settlement set in a crater created by an unexploded atomic bomb and surrounded by impenetrable walls. When she’d first arrived there just a few hours after escaping from the Vault, she was greeted by the town Sheriff, Lucas Simms, who welcomed her to the settlement and gave her a very harsh warning of not to cause any trouble. He also told her a bit about the history of the city. Apparently it was built by a large group of people who originally planned to seek shelter in Vault 101 but was denied access. So without shelter, they sought refuge in a large crater by a large megaton bomb, though not do to an explosion of the bomb, and a large commercial aircraft.

They then constructed a place to call home out of pieces of metal and aircraft found nearby at a decimated air station, which was either Dulles International or Reagan National Airport according to pre-war records that Scribe Yearling at the Arlington Library found for her. They were aided by the Children of the Atom, a religious group that worshipped the undetonated bomb in the crater they were building around. Over time more and more people arrived to join the growing population of the town and soon Megaton was one of the two largest settlements to be found in the Capital Wasteland.

She couldn’t help but give a smile to the dim witted Protectron robot that Simms named Weld and deputized to stand guard at the sliding front gates. Striding through the gates, she finally allowed her senses to relax as the massive metal doors slammed shut behind her signaling that she was finally able to leave the wastes behind her for the relatively safety of the town. Walking down the side of the crater she hooked a hard left and slowly made her way up the other side of the crater that would take her to her dwelling. Located on top of the Brass Lantern, it was just like all the other structures found in Megaton; salvage pieces if aircraft hulls, parts, and metal cobbled together to make a nifty little dwelling even if it was sweltering during the day light hours under the hot, summer sun. She had just managed to get a working environmental unit installed a few months back but the thing was constantly breaking down if it was kept on running continuously so normally she would shut it off before heading out for a job.

Rounding the side of the little patio she had she noticed a note on her door. Hoping that it wasn’t another person asking for a free helping hand on a problem they had, she tore the piece of paper and found herself relaxing a bit when she noticed it was only a message from Lucy saying she had Dogmeat over at her place. During her first few hours in Megaton when she first arrived, she had met Lucy West over in Moriarty’s Saloon after learning her first hard lesson in the waste that money came first for all information. Originally from a settlement called Arefu that lay a day’s journey to the northwest of Megaton, she had asked her to deliver a letter to her parents since she hadn’t heard from them in a long time. She’d agreed of course which started a series of chain of events that led her getting involved in a huge problem between the residents of Arefu and a group of vampires called The Family. And to make matters worse Lucy’s only brother, Ian, was missing and her parents were murdered.

After a long investigation and search she finally found the Family’s hiding spot in the old Meresti Trainyard’s tunnels. She went in thinking she was going to rescue a held captive and kill everyone from this so-called ‘Family’; however it turned out extremely different than she first anticipated it would. After speaking to the leader, a fellow by the name of Vance, and learning what the Family truly was she was able to speak to Ian who had been rescued from Arefu after murdering his parents and then feeding on them. After a long talk with both him and Vance, he agreed to return to Arefu and set things right and Vance agreed to enter into a protection service for the settlement as long as they donated blood packs to the Family.

When she returned to Megaton a few months later she explained everything to Lucy who was very grateful for her saving her brother although sadden to hear about the circumstances surrounding her parents’ demises. Over the next months they had become fast friends along with Moira. After the war with the Enclave had finished and when she returned to Megaton to set up her Recovery Mercenary for Hire business, she asked Lucy if she could watch over Dogmeat, her dog that she found while traveling the waste, whenever she had to leave on business. Lucy had agreed without asking for anything in return which kind of unnerved Anya a bit.

Unlocking the door, she was hit by a blast of super heated air that rushed out to escape and could hear the sounds of her Mr. Handy Personal Robotic Butler Wadsworth hovering upstairs, humming a tune as he cleaned the shelves.

“Mistress, is that you?”

“Yes, Wadsworth it’s me and no you don’t have to serve me so just go back to doing whatever it was you were doing.”

“Well if you put it that way then fine, see if I care.”

Anya couldn’t help but smile. When she first got the keys to her house from Simms after disarming the nuclear bomb at the bottom of the crater she was shocked to find the damn robot right in her face when she first entered the door. Extremely cynical, it took a while for the robot to grow on her and now she enjoyed trading insults with it. Sometimes she would win and other times it would win. Regardless both of them had come to appreciate each other’s presence over the years.

Going upstairs, she turned on the environment unit and set it to a comfortable temperature before heading into her office. Throwing herself down onto the sofa, she tossed the bag of caps at the Nuka Cola machine and was rewarded with an ice cold soda. Straining, she managed to pull the frosty drink free of the dispenser without having to get up and let out an agreeing sigh as the cold liquid slide out her parch throat. Normally she couldn’t stand the stuff but on days like today after walking forever and getting home for the first time in a week she just didn’t care.

Hearing Wadsworth approaching, Anya glanced towards the open door to see the Mr. Handy robot propel itself into the office. “Mistress, while you were out a Ms. Sierra Petrovita stopped by and was wondering when you were going to swing by Glidershade to drop off anymore Nuka Cola Quantums that you might have found in your recent travels.”

Anya rolled her eyes at the mention of that name. Sierra Petrovita was a stereotypical blonde; all looks, no smarts. She’d met her while searching for the entrance to Vault 112 at a small hamlet called Glidershade, a week’s journey to the west of Megaton. Having the largest collection of Nuka Cola merchandise and also the self-proclaimed President of the Nuka Cola Fan Club, which only had two members in it at the time, she’d asked her to return any Nuka Cola Quantum that she managed to find in the Capital Wasteland in return for a handy sum of caps. She had been doing it for over a year now and no matter how much she found she always wanted more.

“Did you tell her what I told you to say to her?”

“Oh yes, Mistress. Exactly word for word, but I must say I don’t think she really understood what I was saying.”

Yep, stereotypical, dunce blonde, she thought. “I’m sure Ronald will explain it to her in his own way. Give someone a helping hand and they want two.”

“Oh well what can you do?” Wadsworth asked as he turned and added lowly, “At least she can clean up after herself.”

“I heard that,” Anya called out, shaking her head as she finished her Nuka Cola.

Getting up, she retrieved the caps from in front of the Nuka Cola machine and unlocked the safe that was nestled in the corner of the room. Tossing in the bag, she slammed the door shut and made sure it was secured before placing her rifle into the weapon’s rack located next to her desk. Stripping off her combat armor, she let out a sigh at seeing the condition it was in and started to wonder if she’ll be able to effectively repair it this time. Placing it in the locker, she striped off her sweat, dirt encrusted undergarments and tossed them into a basket that she had set outside on the walkway.

Devoid of any clothes she walked into her room and found herself stopped in front of the mirror that Moira had given her as a welcome home present after the defeat of the Enclave. The waste had taken a little bit of a toll on her twenty year old body with healed scars slightly visible on her tan skin and not a trace of fat on her trim, athletic frame. Although proper hygiene wasn’t what it was in the wastes as it was in Vault 101 when she was growing up, she did the best she could with what she had to maintain her figure. Pulling out a bed pan that she found in an abandon medical clinic, she filled the basin with fresh water from her store of Aqua Pura, courtesy of Sarah Lyons, commander of Lyons’ Pride, and dipped in a towel. Wetting herself, she lathered herself up with some of Moira’s version of what passed for soap, and rinsed herself off with a sponge. After examining herself and checking for any infections in the few open cuts, she lathered up her crotch area and using a knife carefully shaved the area around her vagina of all pubic hair. That was another lesson she learned the hard way; hair trapped dust particles easier and without proper cleaning could cause a nasty infection down there.

Satisfied with the results, she rinsed once more savoring the feeling of clean water on her skin before dunking her head into the bowl and washing her hair. Drying herself off with a fresh towel, she then donned a fresh set of clothes that comprised of a simple black, leather trousers and a sleeve less white shirt. Forgoing the sleeveless blue trench coat, Anya strapped on a gun holster and checked the rotating cylinder of the .44 magnum revolver for live rounds. Although she didn’t think she would need to use it, it never hurt to be prepared. Satisfied with the results that made her feel like a new woman, she decided to go and get a bite to eat at Moriarty’s Saloon and maybe a drink as well. After the last week she just had she needed one badly.

Heading downstairs, she opened the door and nearly ran head first into Lucy and Moira who was just about ready to knock on the door. “Jeez, you scared the crap out of me,” stated Lucy as she jerked back. “Well I see that you got yourself freshen up a bit. Ready for our routine ritual?”

Anya smiled as she closed the door behind her. “Can you two read my mind or something?”

“Well, you know, I was reading a book just on that subject the other day and you wouldn’t believe the type of research that was being undertaken before the start of the war on that very subject,” replied Moira, missing the stubble hint that Anya was joking. “In fact I was thinking of maybe trying to recreate some of those experiments. Now all I need is a willing test subject to undergo electroshock therapy.”

Lucy tossed up her hands and took a step back. “Sorry, girl, but you’re not hooking me up to any sort of machine.”

“Oh, come on, Lucy, where is your sense of adventure in the scientific field?” Moira asked.

“Safe and sound without losing any sleep over it.”

“Well I guess I’ll just have to find someone else then who is a little more adventurous.”

That got a laugh from all three of the girls as they started out for Moriarty’s Saloon that was located on the far southern side of the crater.

“So anything new happening since I was gone?” Anya asked.

Lucy shook her head. “Not too much. Heard Moriarty was going to redecorate the interior of his saloon. When I asked Nova about it she was tight lipped on the whole thing although.”

“Oh he’s decorating all right,” Moira added. “He had me getting a lot of stuff from the traders that stopped by during the week. Gob has been in and out picking up stuff every day.”

“So what has he been ordering?” Lucy asked, suddenly curious.

Moira shrugged her shoulders. “Weird stuff that he’s never asked for before. Like flashing light sets, strobes, a big metal cage, curtains, drapes, and metal poles.”

“That is weird but not the weirdest I’ve seen in my travels,” added Anya.

“Oh yeah, what’s the weirdest place you’ve seen?” asked Lucy.

Anya smiled as the memories flooded her thought. Which one; between the Raider Torture Rooms, Super Mutant Encampments, Cannibals, Vampires, so-called ‘Separate Republics’, Tree and bomb worshipping fanatics, and the occasional sexual depravity here and there, everything above and then some was normal for the wastes. “You really don’t want to know.”

“Oh, looks like Moriarty added a new sign with the parts I got him,” commented Moira as they drew closer to the fourth largest building in the settlement.

Walking up the ramp, Anya got a good look at Moriarty’s new scene and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The sign was just off to the left of the main entrance door and was made out of pre-war neon bulbs that glowed different colors depending on the type of gas filled in each one. It was simply fashioned in red and blue lettering with simple border in the shape of an arrow that pointed the door of the establishment.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Lucy stated as she saw the sign as well.

Anya couldn’t help but shake her head. Megaton use to be a center of somewhat sanity then that of what she found out in the waste but apparently even now its depravity was finally starting to infiltrate Megaton’s gates.

Lucy glanced at her companions and asked, “Well shall we check it out to see if it’s true or just a gimmick?”

“Oh I’m game. This might make a good chapter in the next book I’m writing,” chimed in Moira as she headed for the door.

Anya rolled her eyes as Lucy just threw up her arms as the two followed Moira into Moriarty’s Saloon. The trio stopped just as they entered as a hard song of some type of music they never before heard assaulted their ear drums. The interior of the saloon was dressed in a red hue from the overhead lights with flashes of various colors illuminating a cage that was suspended from the ceiling above and a stage located off to the right. On these new venues were various dancing women, devote of all clothes, that were grinding themselves against metal poles or metal caging to the hackling of the male patrons. Other girls in sexy lingerie walk amongst the patrons serving those drinks, sitting at the tables, or grinding their nude lowers on their laps. Most of them Anya had never before seen at Megaton and suspected they came from outlaying settlements.

Standing off to the side behind the bar surveying the whole scene was a middle age, red hair woman who was busy smoking a crudely rolled cigarette. Spotting the trio, she waved her hand towards them as she elbowed the Ghoul bartender and made a circular motion with her free hand. Spotting the women, Gob gave them a quick wave before starting to place glasses down at the far side of the bar along with a bottle of whiskey.

Working their way through the crowd, they had to strain their hearing to hear her words above the pounding music. “Welcome back, girls, to the new and improve Moriarty’s.”

“Nova, what the fuck is all of this?” yelled Lucy.

Nova, the red head and apparently now former prostitute of Collin Moriarty’s saloon just smiled as she poured the whiskey into the four glasses and offered them to the three women. “Collin decided that it was time to expand into a new venue of business and with some help from an old book that I got from Moira’s shop we came up with this idea. These places were called Gentlemen’s Clubs from the Pre-War days. Oh come on, Lucy, the drink isn’t going to kill yea.”

Grudgingly accepting the offered glass, she waved her free hand to the girls. “Where did they come from? You didn’t buy them from Paradise Falls did you?”

“Of course we didn’t. We might not have the same morals when it comes to business ethics but we don’t touch the slaving business period.” She took a quick swig of her drink before continuing. “All these girls you see we’ve taken in over the past week or so. Most of them are survivors of raider ambush parties that wiped out their families or just wanderers looking for a town to accept them. Two of them were rescued from Super Mutant hunting parties by our friend here.”

Hearing that comment, Anya quickly turned around and glanced at the different faces trying to pick out the two that she had saved from meeting a fate worse than death. During her ‘goodie’ days of wandering, she had came across various encampments of Super Mutants that were holding live captives. She later learned that these souls were being taken to their stronghold at Vault 87 to be exposed to the FEV and turned into more mutants.

When she couldn’t make out a familiar face she gave up and turned back to the group. “So what do you do here now? You officially retired from the business or do you still dabble?”

“Why, you want to go another round with me?” Nova asked with a wink and a smirk.

Seeing the surprised looks on her friend’s face, Anya found her cheeks heating up. “Okay, so I was lonely and Nova was here and I never had done it before with anyone and she were more than willing to teach me a few things for free. It wasn’t like it was a random encountered I had is all.”

“Boy I never would’ve guessed,” comment Moira. “So, are you still a-”
“Yes, Moira, I am so can we please change the subject here. I’m starting to get weirded out about talking about this in a place like this.”

Setting down her empty glass, Lucy playfully slapped Anya’s ass. “Oh what’s the matter? You don’t want these nice boys around here to hear yea.”

Anya snorted. “I don’t think nice comes to mind when talking-ummff”

Her voice cut off as Lucy grabbed a hold of her, pulled her closer to her and suddenly locked lips with hers. Anya’s eyes widen as some of the patrons cheered and applauded the scene. Even Nova and a few girls were also cheering. Finally what seemed like an eternity, but only a few seconds, Lucy broke the embrace and gave her a playful shove.

“That got a surprise out of yea. You weren’t expecting that now, weren’t yea?”

Still unable to find her voice all Anya could do was shake her head. Lucy was just starting to laugh when she was whirled around and Moira locked lips onto hers but not as charismatic as Lucy’s which sent up another round of approval from the patrons.

Sitting nearby, Jericho just shook his head. “Crazy bitches, why don’t they just go and get a room for some carpet munching together. Hey, Gob, give me another shot of whatever this is.”

Breaking her embrace with Lucy, Moira licked her lips experimental. “Huh, not the type of taste I had in mind. Oh well that’s the thing about experiments, you never know what you’re going to get.”

“You could’ve warned me, you know,” said Lucy. “And you really need to work on your kissing form.”

“What a great idea,” Moira replied, her eyes getting bigger. “Say, are you two up for helping me with my new book now?”

Before Anya could say no Lucy asked, “Okay, Moira, what’s it about?”

“I thought you said early you weren’t interested nor the adventurous type?”

Shrugging her shoulder, Lucy just grinned and said, “That was different. Besides why should you have all the fun on this one like the last one?”

The Wasteland Survivor Guide was probably the best known book throughout the Capital Wasteland. Written by Moira, Anya had agreed to be her lab assistant and undergo all the research found in the book; the effects of radiation on the human body, how to find food and medicine, navigating minefields, basic trauma first aid, dealing with the local wildlife, how to find and make shelter, and a little history on the settlements throughout the waste. This meant that she had to irradiated, injured, chased, shot out, blown up, and nearly eaten to get the research data for the book. After all that she promised herself she would never partake in another one of Moira’s research book ideas again.

Moira was nearly giddy with excitement as she started to explain her idea. “Well, after the success of the Survival Guide, I did another book that didn’t go over too well. Who would’ve thought that basic robotic maintenance, computer programming, and item inviting was above most people. Any who, I was down at the Brass Lantern getting a bit to eat when I overheard Jenny Stahl yelling at her husband, Andy, that ‘he wouldn’t know how to please a woman even if someone wrote on book on how to do it’. And that got me thinking that there might be a lot of people out there who have no clue on how to please someone during intercourse.”

“Have you even started on this idea?” asked Anya.

“Oh, of course I have, silly. My store guard was more than willing to partake in my experiment on pleasing the opposite sex during intercourse with me as the test subject. Of course he wasn’t too happy when Manya showed up to take pictures for the book.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You had pictures taken of you having sex for the book?” asked Lucy.

“Well you know the old saying, ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’. Got some nice close ups too of the penetration and aftermath. Did you know that you bleed the first time you get ‘fucked’ in the vagina? That was a surprise to me.”

Anya couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Moira’s childish comment. “Yes, Moira, we know. So what other help do you need with the book?”

“Well the book isn’t just about sex and all, it also a survival guide as well for fighting off would be rapist, how to make money from selling your body in prostitution, and the level of pleasure you get depending on the size of the male organ. Nova here has already helped me out with those chapters, for a price of course.”

“Anything I can do to help spread my knowledge, for a price of course,” Nova replied as she lit up another cigarette.

“So what is it that you need our help with?” Anya asked and soon answered the question before Moira could answer. “How a woman can please another one. Right?”

“Correct. Of course I couldn’t hire for my experiment since it would be too expensive. See they like to charge by the hour rate. So that’s where you two come in and me as well since I too want to partake in the research.”

Lucy just gave a slight chuckle as she nudge Anya. “So how ‘bout it, you up for some fun tonight?”

She was going to say no since all she wanted to do was leave Moriarty’s, go back to the house, collapse into bed, and sleep for a day. But looking at the puppy eye look that Moira was giving her with her hands clasped in front of her in hope caused her inner resolve to melt.

“All right, all right, I’ll do it.”

Moira jumped and gave her a big hug. “Oh you’re such a peach. This is going to be a lot of fun. The three of us together, exploring each other’s bodies and inner most sedums. Hey, that’ll be a great foreword for that chapter.”

“Well what are you three standing around here for? Get out of here and have some fun. Oh yeah have these on the house, they can help liven things up a little more,” said Nova as she handed them all a bottle of whiskey each.

“Thanks again, Nova,” replied Moira as she grabbed Anya and Lucy by the hands. “Oh come you too, you heard her.”

As she was half dragged across the saloon to the doors, Anya started to wonder if she was ever going to live this one down. Probably not, she decided.
*******


Looking at the room that Moira had prepped reminded her a bit too much of Dukov's pad. The bed wasn’t as big and not in a heart shape as the other two, but it was a fairly good size box shape that you could easily get three to four people on it. It was devoid of any sheets and for the most part was well kept up. Next to the bed on two tables were recording devices with microphones pointing inward to capture any commentary spoke by the test subjects during their sessions. There was also tripods set up at different areas which Anya guess them to be were Moira set up her cameras for picture taking. Off to the side were two cabinets full of different styles of lingerie in various colors.

“How long have you been planning this book, Moira?” asked Lucy as she glanced through the lingerie cabinets.

“Oh about six months now,” she replied as she carried a wooden box into the room. “I only recently started about four weeks ago. I wanted to ask you for your help prior to me beginning but you left before I could. You know you’re busy as um bees, yeah, bees that’s it”

Glancing at the box that Moira had set down, Anya picked up a length of rubber tubing that was rounded off at both ends. “What’s this?”

“My research has shown that woman, when left alone, would pleasure themselves with specially made toys in the shape of the male’s organ. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to find any so I had to make do by making my own.”

Picking one up one that had a bronze form of a fist mounted on a stick, she held it up for everyone to see. “What are you going to do with this? Shove it up my ass?”

Moira just shrugged. “Maybe, but I think it’s for the other hole, the bigger one you know. Okay, let me go get my cameras and we’ll get started.”

“Whoa, cameras?”

“Of course, silly. Remember what I said about pictures being worth all those words? Be back in a flash.”

Watching the spunky woman leave the room, Anya couldn’t help but take a deep breath as she felt butterflies forming in her stomach. Seeing her uneasiness, Lucy ran over and tackled her onto the bed.

“Lighten up, will yea. This is going to be a night to remember,” she said.

Pushing the other woman off, Anya jumped to her feet and started to pace around the room. “I don’t know why I got myself into this. Everyone across the waste will see this and then what will they think of me?’

Rolling her eyes, Lucy leaned back into the bed and took up a seductive pose. “I thought you didn’t give a shit of what people thought about you now? Having second thoughts on giving up on the whole nicey nice routine?”

“No, but I do have other friends out there. What will they think of me then after seeing this book with the pictures? And how about you, what will Ian think of his sister doing this?”

“You haven’t heard, yet?”

Anya stopped pacing at hearing the change in Lucy’s voice. “Heard what?”

“Ian went back the Family.”

“What? When did that happened?”

“About three months ago. Last time I talk to him he said he was starting to get those thoughts again and sought out Vance. This time he’s decided to stay saying that’s his family now.”

“I’m sorry, Lucy. I didn’t know.”

She waved her hands as she stood up and went back over to the cabinets. “He’s made his decision and now I have no family to worry about what they’ll think of me after doing this. You and Moira are the only thing that is closes to a family that I’ve got.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sure when I run into Sarah or Yearling they’ll tease me about being a carpet muncher. However if I ever go to Big Town, Bittercup will probably want me to eat her out.”

“Hey, I resent that remark. See?” Lucy replied.

Turning, Anya saw that the blonde hair woman had already shed her leather pants and was standing there nude from the waist down minus her boots showing off her womanhood. The pubic hair around her pussy region was neatly tampered and trimmed into a small slit that ran half the length down to her love lips.

She smiled at seeing her gaze on her womanhood. “See, I take good care of it? How about you, all natural or trimmed?”

“Shaved.”

Lucy’s eyes widen as she watched Anya’s shaky hands undo the fasteners on her trousers and allowed them to fall around her ankles. Sure enough there was not a speck of hair, not even stumble, on her smooth mound.

“I never would’ve thought,” Lucy replied, feeling her heart thumping a bit faster in her chest.

“I’m back, girls, and I got, hey don’t get started just yet,” Moira stated as she reentered the room carrying four camera and extra film. Then she saw the differences in their southerly regions. “Wow, that’ll also make a good chapter in the book. How to take care of those nasty hairs down there. Wait a sec, let me get a recorder and you two can explain your hygiene rituals for that area.”

Both Lucy and Anya took their turns as Moira sat quietly with her tape recorder as they explained how they kept their womanhood in healthy condition and also why they preferred a different style in trimming of the pubic hair in the crotch region.

“Wow, that’s great. And add my part to it and we’ve covered all the bases,” Moira said as she shut off the tape recorder and switch out reels. “Now, the next part is selecting a type of sexiness to stimulate each other. Now, the cabinets over there are full of different apparel that you can choose from. Two of us will leave the room while the other selects their outfit. When you’re done go ahead and put a robe that way we don’t know what you’ve selected when you come out. After we’ve all selected, we’ll all come back in and show each other one at a time the outfit you’ve chosen and why? Oh, and don’t forget the make-up, girls, since these will be the first pictures.”

They all agreed that since Lucy was already looking through the cabinets she should be the first to choose since she wouldn’t want to know what the others had already chosen if she went after one of them. Moira and Anya waited downstairs for Lucy to select an outfit and get herself dolled up. Forty-five minutes she came down and she looked like an entirely different woman. She had let her blonde hair down from the usual messy hair bun and had tied flowers onto a hair band that she’d placed just above her forehead that radiated an almost goddess hue. Next was Moira who didn’t take as long but when she came back down Lucy let out a whistle. She had braided her hair banks and wrapped them over the top of her head while tying the rest into a tight, high bun.

Moira giggled as she motioned with her hand to Anya towards the stairs. Letting out a deep sigh, she troupe up the stairwell into the room and closed the door behind her. While weeding through the various outfits she allowed her mind to wander; what would her father think of her if he knew what she was doing. Probably rolling over in his grave? But why should she care, even after all this time since his death a small portion of her hadn’t forgiven him for leaving her behind in Vault 101 without telling her anything before hand. She knew it was for her own protection and he just wanted what was best for her; a place safe and secured from the horrors and tragedies of the wastes. But who was he to decide what was best for her anyway? She’d left the Vault against his wishes and traveled into the wastelands, and had done pretty well for herself before she found him.

What was it that Elder Lyons once told her? The sins of our past shouldn’t be reaped by those of our children! She always found that quote to be a bit of an oxymoron since all you had to do was stare out into the wastes to see the sins of the past has been reaped upon ten generations of children since the bombs first fell two hundred years ago. Yet life and all its struggles had survived the war and will continue to do so until the age of time or until mankind decided to destroy themselves again.

She was so deep in thought that she hadn’t realized that she’d picked out an outfit, dressed in it, redid her hair style, and gave her face a splash of make-up until she was standing in front of a full size, intact mirror. Anya couldn’t believe this was her own reflection that she was facing; the outfit she wore was a red, see through lace night gown with branches and flower pedals sown into the top fabric mesh of the breast cups. The end of the night gown came down to about mid-length with her thighs, easily capturing her athletic frame, and clinging to her breast. Her shoulder length hair that she usually kept in a pony tail had been combed out, allowing it to flow over the right side of her head and down around her neck. She wore little bit of mascara that brought out her light bluish eyes along with some light eye shadows and eyelash linear. All and all she looked radiant as she was when she last dressed herself up during the Vault’s annual dance.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves, she donned a robe before going over and opening the door. “Okay, you two, come on up.”

“Wow, you look absolutely beautiful,” Moira chimed as she saw her looks when she first came in.

“You’re all just as great if not better,” she stated back.

“Don’t misjudge your beauty, Anya. You look ravishing,” added Lucy.

Grabbing a nearby camera, Moira made sure the tape recorder was set before saying, “Okay, you two. Let’s get started shall we. Who wants to go first?”

Lucy took a step forward but Anya cut her off. “I’ll go first.”

“Well, looks like someone has shaken her shyness,” comment Lucy with a smile.

“Okay, just stand over against the wall and speak clearly towards the microphone when I ask a question.”

Nodding her head, Anya stepped in front of the well lit wall and took a deep breath as Moira ready her camera. When she got the nod that she was ready, Anya undid the fasteners on the robe, slide it off her body, and causally tossed it off to the side before giving a seductive pose. Lucy watched Anya in amazement as the younger girl gave pose after pose in the revealing lingerie that clung to her frame as if it was meant to be worn by her.

“So why did you choose that outfit, Anya?” asked Moira as she snapped another picture.

“I choose this dress as should any other woman due to its design of see through material that leaves nothing to wonder when gazed upon by anyone. It’s basically saying ‘Hey, Death Claw, you hit the jackpot’!”

“Anything else?”

“The ease of which it can be slipped off after foreplay is done and you can get right down to business. Also you don’t have to discard it if you want to continue wearing it for it gives easy access to all the important areas on a woman.”

Snapping the last picture, Moira turned to Lucy. “Your turn!”

As with Anya, Lucy dropped her robe and gave a seductive pose that left nothing to imagine. The outfit she had chosen was a see through, white fabric mesh that clung to the body as if it was a second skin. It was so tight that her nipples were nearly poking through the fine mesh and you could tell every detail. Covering the lower portion of the crotch was a piece of white fabric that Anya had thought was whole until Lucy bent over to show her fully exposed pussy through an opening that had been sown into the fabric. Rounding out the outfit was a pair of mesh arm wraps and leggings.

“This outfit really shows off a woman’s body and due to the fine mesh causes the lady’s partner to become riveted on her breast. It’s also designed not to come off during the folly to come for it gives complete access to everywhere on her body.”

“What would call this outfit?” asked Moira.

Lucy smirked as Moira took the last picture. “Naughty ‘n’ Nice!”

“I like it. Here, Lucy, you can do the photos for me.”

Dropping her robe as the camera bulb flashed, Moira’s outfit was a black and gray satin lace corset that hugged to her mid rift and ended just below her naval. A black strap that was fix to the top of the breast cups that wrapped around her neck kept the outfit taught and unmoving. The crotch piece was a black thong that ran to two pieces of satin fabric that was held together by a leather buckle. Two black, full arm sleeves and leggings completed the outfit.

“Striking and provocative, this is for that bad girl in all of us,” comment Moira with a smile. “Simple in design but causes the partner to use a bit of intelligence if he wants to sample the goods.”

“Nice, Moira, why am I not surprised that you chose that one,” replied Lucy as she snapped one last picture. “Okay, what’s next?”

“A group photo sounds good. I’ve been meaning to try this new invention that I call a Timer on this camera. All I have to do is rotate this dial all the way which should give us ten seconds before the picture is taken.”

Placing the camera on a tripod as Lucy and Anya readied themselves in front of the wall she focused in on them before setting the dial and running over to join the group. It felt like more than ten seconds before the camera clicked and the flash went off. Hurrying over, she reset the camera for another picture and set the timer again. After about a dozen times, Moira concluded that at least two or three pictures could be useable.

“Now that the outfits and introductions are done we can move on to the experimental side of things.” Pulling up a chair and grabbing a camera, Moira waved to the bed. “You two just go ahead and do your thing and I’ll take notes and pictures. Oh and try to answer the questions when I ask them, that was a big problem I had last time.”

Glancing at the bed, Anya could feel the butterflies returning. Seeing her hesitation, Lucy grabbed her hand and guided her towards the side of the mattress. Once in front she spun the younger woman around and locked her hands behind her back, pulling her body against her own. She smiled as she swayed her body back and forth to rub their breasts together through the fabric mesh of their outfits.

“You nervous again?” Lucy asked as she leaned her head closer to Anya’s. When she got a slight not of the head, she smiled as she wet her lips and whispered, “Don’t be. I’ll take good care of you tonight. All you got to do is follow me lead and enjoy it.”

She kissed her slightly on her ruby colored lips, allowing the lighting effect to transverse through Anya’s body before embracing her completely. Anya didn’t fight it this time, allowing her mouth to open to allow Lucy’s tongue into hers to dance with her own. She felt their bodies pressing up together and suddenly she was aware of her trembling. Telling herself to relax, she took a deep breath through her nose as she tried to match Lucy’s hungry kissing. Unclasping her hands, Lucy ran her hands down Anya’s back, feeling the smooth skin through the fine material until she grasped her tight buttocks in both hands, giving them a playful squeeze.

Breaking her embrace, Lucy nuzzled Anya’s neck with her nose causing the girl to moan slightly as she tilted her head up, her own hands now starting to explorer Lucy’s own body. Slowly kissing her way down her neck and shoulder, Lucy wrapped her mouth over Anya’s right breast as her tongue played with her hardening bud. Anya took in a sharp breath as she felt her body becoming aroused to the stimulation on both her ass and breast. Feeling Anya’s hips swaying up against her body, she allowed one of her hands to snake alongside their bodies and drop further to Anya’s crotch area. Getting her hand underneath the nightgown material, she brushed the tips of her fingers across her love lips. She was rewarded by a tremor that shook the younger girl’s whole body and almost made her legs give way.

Cupping her crotch as she slowly caressed it with her finger tips, she lowered Anya onto the bed, keeping her legs dangling off the side as she knelt in front of her spread legs. She could smell the woman’s arousal and see beads of pre-honey nectar flowing freely from her love area as she hiked up the lower portion of the nightgown for better access. Inhaling her aroma caused her own pussy to shudder as she used her hands to spread the girl’s thighs a bit further apart and moved her head closer to the dripping mound in front of her. Licking her lips, she ran her tongue the entire length of Anya’s pussy, inhaling her musk deeply. Anya let out a little whimper as she lay sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, as her body shuddered with each caressing lick from Lucy’s tongue. Almost with great precision, Lucy alternated between teasing the folds of Anya’s pussy by either kissing, licking, or with the tip of her tongue.

Finally she used her fingers to spread her love lips apart to show the interior pink folds and wrapped her whole mouth around her mound, assaulting the newly exposed folds with her tongue. Anya let out a loud moan as she pulled down the straps of her gown, pulling the material away from her tits so she could grab and fondle them, finding it every increasing hard not to sway or buck her hips down onto Lucy’s face. Finally it was too much to bear and she let out a loud cry as her pussy exploded in a tidal wave of pent up steamy honey dew. Lucy was ready for it and drank her cum deeply; hungrily lapping up every morsel from Anya’s mound.

Smiling, she rose to her knees and leaned forward to give Anya a kiss and a quick suck to both her hardened nipples. Rising to her feet completely, she went over to Moira who was simply flabbergasted over the scene. Pulling the geeky woman closer, she tilted her head up and locked her mouth around hers, allowing her to taste the remnants of Anya’s sweet nectar.

Breaking her embrace, she went back over and straddled Anya’s legs as she lowered her body down on top of the younger girl. Rubbing her body against Anya’s, she looked back and motioned towards Moira. Eagerly she rose to her feet and jumped onto the bed. Anya shed her rolled up nightgown and laid fully nude on the bed while Lucy undid Moira’s corset and tossed it off to the side.

“You won’t be needing this anymore, honey,” Lucy said as she undid the buckle on the crotch piece, exposing Moira’s cunt and gave it a quick stroke with her fingers. “And I got just the idea what I want to do to this.”

Laying flat on the bed, Lucy motioned to Moira to straddle her face. Grabbing the sides of her hips she lowered the woman’s body towards her waiting mouth. Moira cooed as Lucy’s mouth met the folds of her pussy and closed her eyes as the older woman ate her womanhood vigorously. Rising from the bed, Anya went over and grabbed the camera, snapping a few shots of Lucy and Moira before suddenly getting an idea. Grabbing the timer camera she focused on a wide shot of the two girls and set the timer. Hurrying over, she lowered her head and remembering what Nova had shown her, wrapped her mouth around Lucy’s mound, allowing her tongue to penetrate deeply into her love canal.

None of the woman noticed when the flash went off nor did they stop their assaults on each others sweet pussies. As Anya ate, she allowed her hand to move to her quivering crotch and started to rub her fingers across her wet, juicy mass. It was so much of a shock to her vagina that her legs involuntarily snapped closed over her hand. A muffled whimper escaped her filled mouth but she didn’t break from diving deeper into Lucy’s private region, stimulating the pink rose pedals with her tongue. Moira was the first to go, letting out a scream as her hips bucked; unleashing a torment down into Lucy’s waiting mouth, followed by Lucy as she hollered marking her own climax. Anya nearly gagged as the hot steamy nectar filled her mouth, but she fought the urge to throw up and relaxed her throat, allowing Lucy’s juices to flow freely down her throat into her stomach. And finally Anya felt her pussy tightened as she exploded yet again, coating her entire hand.

Raising her hand, she brought it up to her mouth and gave it an experimental lick, tasting herself with her own taste buds. She didn’t get another taste for Moira grabbed her hand and hungrily lap the rest of it up with her tongue.

“Well, I have to say that this research is more fun than writing about surviving in the wasteland or computer programming,” said Moira, which got a laugh from the girls. “Oh, but I keep forgetting to ask questions and take pictures. Let’s do that again but this time for photographic representation, and then I’ll ask a few questions on your techniques.”
*******


It took roughly about an hour to run through everything again for Moira to document and take notes on since she confessed that the first time she was watching them more then taking notes. After that she asked them each a series of questions that took another half hour. By the time Moira was done, all their bodies had cooled down to the point that they were starting to feel a bit tired. But Moira was persistent as she refilled the cameras and changed out the tapes on the recorders.

“Okay, now unfortunately this will be the last chapter but it’s a little bit teeny tiny hard to do without someone’s cooperation and agreement.”

“Which is?” asked Anya as she lay sprawled out on the bed next to Lucy, each either rubbing their cunts or squeezing their tits to keep their heavy eye lids open.

“Um, it’s about losing your virginity.”

Suddenly Anya’s eyes weren’t heavy anymore as she glanced towards Moira with a stun expression on her face. “I take it that when you were referring to someone’s cooperation and agreement you meant me?”

“Well you are the only virgin here,” chimed Lucy with a chuckle.

“This isn’t funny, Lucy. We’re talking about my virginity here, you know you only have one occasion to make that special.”

“Oh come on, Anya, it’s only your virginity,” said Moira. “I didn’t want to ask you but do you know how hard it is to find a virgin outside the gates of Megaton are?”

“Well why didn’t you do it for that chapter? You were a virgin when you started this book.”

“True, but I made a simple, teeny tiny mistake when developing that roll of film and it got ruined. Besides when I asked around town you came highly recommended.”

“Does everyone in this town know I’m a virgin?”

“Pretty much,” replied Lucy.

Anya snorted and shook her head. “No way, I’m not doing it.”

Lucy sat up in the bed and rubbed Anya’s bare shoulders. “Oh come on, Anya. You don’t want to loss it to some random guy like me and Moira. You said you wanted to loss it to someone special, right? Well what’s more special than your best friends?”

Please don’t give me those puppy eye look again, Moira she thought as she looked back to say no again and sure enough, there was Moira with those eyes and quivering lower lip that almost made her look to be on the verge of tears. Well there goes my romantic dream of having it being with that special guy.

Shaking her head, she said softly, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Really? You mean it? Oh super, you’re the best friend anyone can have. Now, don’t worry a thing, I made something special for this.”

Reaching into the wooden box of objects she’d brought in early, she withdraw two of the weirdest devices that Anya had ever seen. Lucy couldn’t hold back a burst of laughter as she gazed at the most crudely made, rubber penises she’d ever seen. Both were a different length but were connected to a piece of fabric that had a type of harness attached to it.

“What are those?” asked Lucy.

“Oh, these? Well, I didn’t want to bring in some random guy for this task since Anya would probably have gotten mad at me and say really mean things to me.”

“Yeah, yea think?”

Ignoring the sarcasm, Moira continue her explanation. “So with the help of two, very nice men I made molds of their organs and fashion these. Their made for a woman to pleasure other women like a man. You see all you have to do is step into the harness as such.” Lucy and Anya watched with amazement as Moira slipped one on and in a few minutes she was a hermaphrodite. “See, nothing to it. And the best part is you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant with these. I made two, one is a six in length and the other is an eight. Which do you prefer to take in you?”

To Anya they both looked too big. Was it possible that she could take the entire length of both in her? “Well I’m not sure. They both, well, um, they look a little big to me.”

“She’ll take the eight,” replied Lucy. When seeing the unsure look on her face, she gave her a wink. “Believe me, longer is better. Don’t worry,” she said as she took the device from Moira, “I’ll be gentle.”

Minutes later with Moira ready with her cameras and tape recorders, Anya lying sprawled out on the bed with her lower region propped up by a pillow with her legs dangling spread eagle off the edge, and Lucy posed in front of her with the strap on dick, they were already.

“Okay, Lucy, I’m ready to start my commentary. Just follow along and do what I say,” said the Craterside Supply owner as she hovered over Anya’s southern region off to the side with the camera. “Losing your virginity should be one of the most joyful and special times in a girl’s life for it marks the last step to becoming a woman. However it can also be the most frightening, uncomfortable, and painful experiences.”

Anya’s eyes widen with sudden dread at Moira’s remarks as she watched Lucy getting closer with the plastic penis to her shave cunt. “Wait a minute. How painful is this?”

Lucy smiled as she gave her friend a reassuring pad on her thigh. “A little, don’t worry it’ll pass eventually.”

“Eventually? How long is eventually?”

Ignoring the exchange between the two, Moira continue her commentary. “Now you can either be penetrated the first time in one of two ways; lying off the side of a bed, desk, chair, or couch with your waist supported upward for the best possible positioning or by lowering yourself down onto your member’s erect organ. The previous method is better than the later since from this position your partner is in full control of the insertion of the penis into the vaginal opening where as in the later position you’re in control and are more likely to stop the insertion when you begin to feel pain. Now when your partner is in position, they should reach down with a free hand and utilizing their fingers spread the labia minora lining or commonly known as the ‘pussy lips’. This will help your partner line up his penis head to the vaginal opening.”

Feeling Lucy’s fingers spreading her cunt opening, Anya’s legs started to shake as the tip of the plastic dick touch her pussy. “I don’t think I want to do this anymore. I’m starting to have second thoughts, girls.”

“Don’t worry, Anya, everything will be fine in a few minutes,” cooed Lucy.

Snapping two pictures quickly, Moira continued. “With the tip of the erect penis now in position, the partner can place his other free hand on her thigh for leverage during the penetration. Since this is the first time of a penal penetration of the vaginal cavity, the anterior and posterior walls never had its elasticity stretch so you’ll find a degree of tightness the deeper into the vagina you go. This can cause discomfort and pain to the female as it breaks through the hymen, a thin, protective membrane of connective tissue which is situated at the opening of the vagina. As with many female animals, the hymen covers the opening of the vagina from birth until it is ruptured during sexual or non-sexual activity.”

As Lucy started to ease the plastic molded dick into Anya’s love canal, she watched as the girl’s eyes suddenly snapped opened before trying to jerk her hips back but she grabbed both of her thighs and held on, easing it deeper into her stomach.

“Ow ow ow, it hurts it hurts. Stop stop stop,” cried the younger woman. “Please, ow it hurts!”

“Just a little bit more, easy,” Lucy replied trying to reassure her friend.

“It is unsure how big a penis actually has to be for it to hit the top of the uterus but most females’ vaginas with the exception of the very small can accommodate most size lengths of penises. Once the first penetration is completed, the male can now slowly begin to withdraw the organ. Do not be alarmed if you see blood for it is a common occurrence after breaking the hymen. At this point you can begin normal sexual activity however it might take multiple sessions to finally loosen up the anterior and posterior walls.”

Anya gritted her teeth as Lucy slowly withdrew the fake dick and then thrust it back deeper into her stomach. Tears streamed down her face as her friend found a slow, steady rhythm, thrusting the rubbery item in and out of her ripped vaginal opening. Eventually, as her friend stated, the pain subsided to a more manageable tolerance and she slowly started to enjoy it, if only a little.

Snapping away photo after photo of the first, penal penetrations, Moira added, “Also found in the opening of the vaginal cavity is the erogenous zone referred to commonly as the G-spot. It is located at the anterior wall of the vagina, about five centimeters in from the entrance. Some women experience intense pleasure if the G-spot is stimulated appropriately during sexual activity. A G-Spot orgasm may be responsible for female ejaculation, but this is an unproven fact.”

“Wait a second, Moira, let’s see if it is a proven fact her,” comment Lucy.

Withdrawing the dildo, Lucy bent over and inserted her fingers into Anya’s cunt, looking for the spot that Moira had just described.

Looking down, Moira pointed and said, “It should be located hidden in the clitoral hood right there…oh there it is.”

Lucy smiled as her finger brushed up against the bud causing Anya to let out a loud shriek as her whole body trembled. Smiling, Lucy exposed the sensitive glans and reinserted the dildo, making sure the top of it rubbed up against the exposed bud. Anya’s hands immediately balled into fist, gripping the mattress as she started to moan profusely with each motion. Increasing her rhythm, Anya started to thrust her hips down to meet the penetrating rod, ignoring the pain as a blissful utopia came over her.

Suddenly Anya let out a high pitch scream as her body convulsed, which suddenly caught off as a solid jet of cum erupted from her cunt, covering all of Lucy’s crotch area. Laying her head back on the bed, her chest rose and fell slowly as Lucy and Moira were amazed at the shear strength of the ejaculation that she’d just experienced.

“Wow. What was it like, how did it feel?” asked Moira.

Anya could barely raise her head and just muttered, “Blissfulness.”

“Gee that was amazing and I got it on picture as well. Oh I can’t wait to write this chapter.” She stopped and looked at Lucy. “But you know, perhaps we should make sure it can happen on all types of females and not just one. Don’t you agree?”

Lucy smiled as she bent Moira over the chair and started to insert the fake penis into her. “I couldn’t agree more whole heartily. After all, we got all night and then some to experiment.”
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Letting out a soft moan, the first feeling that came to Anya was the pain in her loins. Opening her eyes she slowly rolled herself over onto her side, an empty whiskey bottle rolling off her stomach and onto the ground. Feeling like the world was spinning she rose up into a seated position and was nearly shocked when she saw her crotch area and inner thighs covered in blood. Then she remembered the events of last night, which caused her to wince and raise a hand to her aching temples. Glancing around she saw Moira still asleep bent over a couch with one of her home made pleasure toys lying unceremoniously beneath her and Lucy was laying spread eagle on the bed.

Groaning, she heaved herself up off the bed and half walk/stumbled into the indoor bathroom of the room. Sitting on the toilet, she just sat back and empty her body of what must’ve been easily four gallons. When she was done she didn’t bother to stand up and just sat there. Finally she reached over and turned on the water to the sink and using a damp cloth began to clean herself up. She was just finishing when she heard someone else stumbling around the room towards the bathroom. Gathering her strength, she rose and moved into a chair nearby, watching silently as Lucy entered the bathroom and took the spot Anya had just vacated.

“What a night, huh?” said Lucy. “How long were we doing it for?”

After discovering the explosive orgasm they could have by stimulating the clitoris glans they had gone on to experiment on each other, causing a massive ejaculation each time to the point where they must’ve lost track of time when they started to drink the whiskey that Nova had given them.

“I’m not sure, but my pussy is so sore right now I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week,” answered Anya.

Lucy just winced in pain as she rose from the toilet. “No argument here. Morning, Moira, hope that was enough research for yea.”

The last woman just waved her hand to silence them as she took her turn. “I’m not going to drink anything for a week after that. What happened?”

“Three words. Wild. Sex. Party,” answered Anya. “I still can’t believe I lost my virginity for your book.”

“Yeah, that was great of yea. In fact, I think I got a name for the book.”

“Which is?” asked Lucy.

Moira sighed and smiled, “The Wasteland Reproductive Guide.”