A Night With Moira

Author’s Note: Due to the nature of the game, the main character can be many different people. In the interest of keeping things flexible, this will be the only chapter for this particular story, but other stories may follow the same… ‘game file’, as it were.

“Welcome to Megaton.” Lucas Simms greeted the Lone Wanderer. This was, honestly, the seventh time that Lucas had greeted her. “You need anything, Nadia?” He usually didn’t learn the name of every visitor, but Nadia had already improved life considerably for everyone. It was… weird. She walked into town, asked maybe two questions, and then either saved someone’s family across the wasteland, or just did somebody’s chores for the fun of it.

“Are you at all concerned about the nuclear bomb sitting in the middle of your town?” Nadia asked, brushing bangs away from her eyes.

“Well, it’s dormant, and I’d rather not upset those folks from the Church of the Atom. Just… don’t go messing with it. I like my city un-exploded.” Lucas warned.

“Thanks for the advice, Lucas.” Nadia said, walking past him. She stripped off her clothes, setting the folded garments in her backpack. Her clothes basically amounted to a jumpsuit, but she was still protective… probably because there wasn’t anything else for Nadia. Walking up to the un-detonated bomb and opening a panel on the side, everyone else just watched. They were watching because an attractive female was bent over, working on the bomb like it was second nature.

She took out the ignition switch, examining it closely before slipping the tiny spheroid into her cleavage. Moira, the nearest thing Nadia had to a friend, would really appreciate this tiny fragment of pre-war technology.

Still, first things first. Nadia walked up to Lucas, tapped him on the shoulder, and proclaimed, “I disarmed the bomb.”

“What, how?” Lucas asked. “Can you prove it?”

“Sure.” Nadia answered, pulling out her 10mm pistol and shooting the bomb. When it didn’t explode, Simms’ face brightened.

“You’re completely insane.” Lucas said, shocked. Realizing how many people Nadia just saved, he hugged her. “Thank you.” He whispered, a shedding a few tears of delight. “Here, take these.” He said, pulling a key and a receipt out of his coat. “They’re the bill for a few thousand caps and the keys to a house up there.” He told her, pointing up the hill. “And feel free to come by my place later.” He finished with a wink.

That was the kind of offer that implied Lucas wanted to get into her pants. It’s not that Nadia was going to turn him away, but it would have been more subtle if Simms hadn’t had an erection as soon as he’d hugged her. Admittedly, it was Nadia’s fault for walking up to him in her underwear, but it still got annoying.

Grabbing her backpack, Nadia walked up to Moira’s shop. Stepping inside, she was greeted by that same ‘Moira’ smile that had always been there to greet her. “Well, hey there,” Moira greeted, looking up from her sweeping. “I wanted to show you this.” She offered, handing Nadia a hand-bound book. “The Wasteland Survival Guide, First Edition, by Moira Brown! It’s shipping out all over the greater D.C. area, and I owe it all to you.” She thanked. “So, Nadia, why are you here?”

“This.” Nadia plucked the spherical ignition switch from her cleavage, holding it in front of Moira. “The key to a weapon of mass destruction.”

“Where did you find it?” Moira asked.

“I took it from the Megaton bomb. Incidentally, I wanted to celebrate.” Nadia offered, motioning to her exposed undergarments.

“You do always manage to save the day, don’t you?” Moira agreed, pulling Nadia into an open-mouth kiss. Pulling the ignition switch gently from Nadia’s hand and setting it down on her desk. “So, you wouldn’t happen to have any other fun treasures from the wasteland, would you, dear?”

“Just the usual stuff from a caravan. Come to my place this evening, I’ve got a big surprise for you.” Nadia promised. Her backpack in tow, Nadia went to check out her new house. Leaving her excess weapons and clothing in a locker, Nadia slipped into her favorite Vault 101 Jumpsuit, the one that Moira had armored. She tinkered with several of her weapons and devices, which is the thing that most people ignored about her. Moira was the person who really appreciated it, and that was the root of their relationship.

It took about an hour before she got to the main course for the day. It wasn’t a fully operational device, but most of the things Nadia dealt with started out as disparate components anyway. In this case, it was: a motor, a nuclear battery, a tiny control pad, and a liquid substance that could be ‘cooked’ to solidify it.

After a few hours, Nadia had built a vibrator. Not a simple analog or prototype for a vibrator, but the genuine article. The liquid substance, once cooked, was akin to flesh, but still clear rather than opaque. The shaft was covered in bumps, but it was otherwise a simple shaft that was tapered at one end with a control panel incorporated on the bottom. There was also an override to the control panel hooked up directly to Nadia’s Pip-Boy.

Another hour passed before Moira knocked on the door, and the robotic butler opened it. “Madame, you have a visitor.” Wadsworth announced, shutting the door behind Moira and entering his standby mode.

“So, beautiful, what’s this big surprise you promised?” Asked Moira. She was clearly dressed for a date, in a dingy little white strapless dress. Turning in her chair, she revealed the vibrator. “Ooh! What is it, a sonic probe, a vibro-manipulator?”

“Nope. It’s just a vibrating probe, what makes it special is that it’s intended to probe a human.” Nadia explained.

“A vibrating probe in a human? You’re a bit perverted, aren’t you?” Moira commented.

“You think I’m bad, you should see my friend Amata from the Vault. She would kneel under my desk for hours and--” Nadia just drifted off.

“Should I be jealous of this ‘Amata’ girl?” Moira teased. She didn’t really care if Nadia had past romances, or even if Nadia slept with others now. The thing that mattered was the fact that Nadia always came home to Moira. Sometimes, she would even take Moira on an outing to sleep with a whore somewhere, though both women preferred women who were ‘easy’ to women who were ‘expensive’. Men were more prepared to fuck the both of them, but men were usually only good for five or six minutes.

“We should both go find Amata, then tie her to the bed upstairs.” Nadia offered. Amata was exactly the kind of submissive who would enjoy being ‘forced’ to lick luscious dominant pussy for a few hours. Still, Moira didn’t go darting immediately for the bed, since she was dressed for a date. Nadia set the vibrator down on the workbench, to free her hands for dancing. The jukebox played some pre-war song that was labeled ‘My Favorite Things’, and the two women, hearts light, danced through the house.

Nadia still wore her armored Vault Uniform, but only because that was the gift from Moira that had stuck with her the longest and would likely continue to stick with her. Moira unzipped that uniform after the first minute, greatly preferring the view of Nadia in only her underwear. Nadia seemed to disagree, removing her own underwear by unhooking the snaps and just leaving it in a pile on the floor.

Moira, realizing what she had started, turned around and lifted up her arms to the ceiling. Nadia unzipped the dress, and since it had been held up by Moira’s ‘figure’, it fell to the floor beside the Vault Uniform. Also befitting a date, Moira wasn’t wearing any underwear. There was her bare ass on full display, and even her lower back looked beautiful, with a name between two intricate designs.

“Moira, not to slow us down, but what is that mark on your back?” Nadia asked.

“It’s an idea I got from the slavers. They put the owner’s name as a tattoo on the slave’s back. It’s your name, the designs on either side are supposed to symbolize my feelings about you.” Moira explained, looking over her shoulder at the mirror on the opposing wall.

“That’s actually really sweet. I’m not your property, Moira, but I do love you.” Nadia offered, sliding her hand down Moira’s back, then sliding a finger into Moira’s asshole. “And I always will.” She whispered into the redhead’s ear before trailing down her neck with tongue and starting the biting and sucking necessary to form a hickey.

“Oh! That feels so good!” Moira said, her left hand on Nadia’s head, and her right hand tweaking her own nipple. When Nadia saw this, she decided to use a second hand as well, pushing two fingers into Moira’s already moist and eager pussy. It took all of four seconds to find Moira’s g-spot and start rubbing. “Oh, now you’re just teasing! Hands aren’t tongues, love.”

Leaving the mark on Moira’s neck as an appropriately uneven bruise, Nadia pulled out both hands and took a step back. “You don’t get off until I do, right?” Nadia gently chided. Moira was a woman who had fantasized since childhood about being bound, enslaved, and sold to various uncaring masters. She was lucky enough to keep that scenario a fantasy by finding a long-term owner who cared about her, and that was Nadia. “I’m letting you use a toy, that’s my gift to you. The stipulations are that you use it on me and that you earn it by licking you-know-where.”

Nadia bent over in front of Moira, ass fully exposed, and Moira dropped to her knees immediately. She worked her tongue into Nadia’s asshole like a loving French kiss, only pausing to be handed the vibrator and to position the knew toy as just-barely penetrating the dripping pussy in front of her before gleefully returning to tasting her owner’s asshole. Pushing it in further, Moira gauged her level of success not by praise but by insult. If the insults were more extreme, it meant she was doing better.

The earliest insults were small, talking about how Moira was a slave, sexual servant, and a money-grubbing bitch. Angling the vibrator, Moira activated the device and began massaging Nadia’s g-spot. The insults grew rapidly and soon devolved into Moira being a cunt-slave useful only for pussy licking. Of course Nadia experienced her climax, and squirted her juices onto Moira’s breasts in doing so.

Nadia turned around and knelt down, getting about level with Moira, then started licking the orgasm juice off of the redhead’s breasts. She’d be working on teaching Moira how to squirt during orgasm; the stuff that comes out was delicious!

Nadia was also looking forward to getting fucked by Lucas Simms. Moira could fluff for both of them.