BEEEEEEEEEP

BEEEEEEEEEP

BEEEEEEEEEP

The loud, almost deafening alarm rings as hydraulic screeches fill the exit of the fallout shelter. The compressed vault slowly lets out the refined, fresh air, out into the dingy, cement tunnel that it had been built into. The yellow, engraved ‘69’ sat atop the cog-like door, slowly rotating out of the way, the moody lighting of the underground almost devouring the light of the vault.

SCRRRRRRRRRRRRRCHHHH!

Slowly, a metal catwalk extends from the cement floor, ramping down to the displaced dirt in the tunnel. And atop the ramp stood a pale, curvaceous 5’5” figure, adorned in a blue, skin tight vault suit - the staple of the fallout shelter brand. Right on the back of her suit was the same ‘69,’ sticking out like a sore thumb. A belt was fastened around her child bearing hips, a 10mm pistol strapped to her right side, a magazine all she was allotted.

“Hurry up and scram.” A deep, gruff voice booms, stood at the controls to the vault. He was a towering man, wearing shoulder pads and a gridiron helmet, clearly some form of security for the vault - also wearing a blue jumpsuit. “You had your choice, Elle. So go make yourself useful in the wasteland.” He adds, slowly walking over to the girl, towering above her. Swiftly, he brings a gruff hand and gives her a harsh spank right on her supple ass, rippling in the skintight fabric. The girl - or, Elle - winces, gulping and nodding.

Vault 69 was no control vault by any means. Vault 69 had its own set of experiments that were being run by VaultTec. The first and foremost was the effectiveness of pheromones in a confined space, 69 given its number for a reason, as well as being labeled the ‘bunny’ vault, on account of the inhabitants being expected to breed and fuck like rabbits. Second, Vault 69 had a secondary cause - to slowly repopulate the wastes with fresh, clean genetic material. Every month a new candidate would be selected and pushed out into the wastes, set to never return. Hidden in the mountains north of Vegas, even further north of a town called Jacobstown, Vault 69 remained hidden from the prying eyes of raiders and factions, but meant a harsh beginning trek for the outcasts.

Elle was simply the next in line. Selected by the overseer, he simply hated seeing her go, as she was his first or second cousin, thanks to the non generous pool of DNA. Well, that, and he hated seeing such a prime, salacious specimen go - though, he knew she’d survive out there.

And survive she would. Most certainly. While death was an inevitable for all, Elle’s pristine, young body made her a high value target for nearly every male in the wastes. From Raider to Brotherhood Knight, from deathclaw to wild cur, from Papa Khan to Benny. The girl was most certainly going to be used before being harmed once - besides choking, slapping, and spanking <3

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This is a brief departure from my usual writing, and feel like engaging in a super in-depth fallout prompt! been replaying new vegas, and would love for the roleplay to be centered around that plot line in particular - either playing alongside the game, becoming the main character, or taking place before the game. as long as all the lore accuracies are there, and you’re willing to play multiple men and beasts! women not excluded~

please, feel free to DM me if you’re slightly interested. am willing to take anyone, and working with you all on every bit! don’t mind compromising!