Don’t worry, I’m not trying to smack Deathclaws. That’s what the gun is for!

It wouldn’t go very well were I to try, standing just 5’4” and possessing a milk-white (those damned synth-lights really didn’t prepare me for the real world) lithe figure indicative of a life little physical labor. Against humans though? It generally turns out alright. Guards aren’t liable to take it away immediately upon my entry to a settlement, not like the gun anyway. And far too many people seem to assume that since aluminum is light it won’t hurt, the wasteland really isn’t populated with the best and brightest.

But enough about the bat.

I’m ‘Fio,’ or I guess more precisely ‘FiO,’ an abbreviation born from me being number ‘Fifty One’ of the trials run in Vault 99. To keep it brief, as much as one can because everybody is always asking what the Vault was like, the goal of this particular installation was to combat potential problems of establishing a viable population out of survivors regionally cut off from one another. So, I’m a vault, vat-baby cooked up with genes more prone to mutation but within controlled parameters— I couldn’t tell you what they are, I could barely parse what I found scrawled down that wasn’t jargon. This achievement was iterated over about twenty of the first test subjects, additionally mitigating common generic risks and causes of aging while they were messing with genes each subject. From there, the goal became to enhance reproductive capabilities. The idea was higher libidos and, building off of those unstable genes, the ability to modify your own genitalia depending on the “circumstances.” The modification they got right, the ability to control it they did not.

Though they didn’t live to see that play out.

Efficient cloning technologies were not the focus and subsequently this slowed testing tremendously. The focus was on careful gene manipulation, not speed. From what I gathered from the notes left behind they automated as much as they could, attempting to accelerate growth even, but this had mixed results. As such, I emerged from vat and automated learning facility at 19 years and 3 days, the primary wing of the Vault having devolved into a battle for influence over food and moral squabbles concerning the research, leaving it wholly empty.

The vids I saw were rather clear: the outside world is dangerous. But if the door is already open what’re you gonna do?

So I wander, finding things and people to fascinate myself with (like this bat) while trying not to end up as something’s meal or to stay in any one place for too long— trust issues resulting from waiting your whole life to meet the closest thing you have to parents only to find them run off to who-knows where.

My trademark of sorts has become tattered black jeans, a worn black leather jacket over a sweat-stained white tank-top, and combat boots I nicked new from a department store. Oh, and of course my prized possession: an aluminum bat I picked up from the recreation room in the vault, thoroughly covered with notes of my journey in any marker that I could find that would stick, some messages smeared thanks to impacts with people who got on my bad side— some particularly thick-headed Khan even dented the damn thing. My blonde hair has continued to grow on the road, not trusting anyone as of yet to get me to hold still while they wave some blades around my head, now curling its way somewhat past my shoulders. I keep some form of shades on me at all times, my eyes still sensitive to the real sun’s glare as I travel about below it. The gun of choice is a simple, but tremendously heavy, 6-shot revolver, but generally the safest bet is to avoid using it or to use whatever the idiots picking the fight dropped rather than waste what I have in case of a real emergency.

It didn’t take too terribly long to learn what the vids got right and what they got wrong. Civilization is back, sort of, but in the form of various groups of bandits, regional governments squabbling over scraps, isolated settlements, and all manner of strange creatures. And seemingly every single one of them out to get one over on you however they can.

But I can’t blame them, that’s survival in the wasteland. I do wish they’d stop associating Vault Dwellers with easy cash though— I didn’t even know what the “standard” (if it can even be called that) currency was until I stumbled into my first town.

My impression of the Wasteland? Nonsense. Pure and utter nonsense. Yet also rather amusing. If not for the big bugs I might even relax just a little while out on the road— I hate bugs. Every journey seems to come with its own set of… strange experiences. A ghoul highwayman once tried to rob me of my bullets with nothing but the butt of his pistol, a gang whose insignia I couldn’t recognize offered me a bunch of chems for my company only to erupt into a fight amongst themselves over who would get ‘first’ (an opportunity I used to briskly continue on my way), more people convinced they’re stealthily fucking on the side of the road than I can count, and once even a super mutant quietly talking to a bird perched on his shoulder, completely caught up in this one-sided conversation and taking no note of me. A strange place indeed.

Now, to return to my body for a moment. In short, the broad strokes, my build, height, and so on are all static. But any and all sex organs well... come and go as they please. Lots of days I’ll be flat-chested, some days I’ll sprout B-cups over the course of a trip, other days D’s, and one time I even reached an E. Similarly, many days I’ll have a dick but it too changes sizes at its leisure, the largest I’ve ever observed being 8 in inches and the smallest a meager 2. They never look entirely the same either, nor do the pussies that come and go. Some outies, some innies, clits of various appearances, as well. On rare days I’ll even wake up with nothing between my legs but my tight asshole— the first time that happened I nearly had a panic attack.

It’s... exhausting to say the least. Even worse is always explaining it to people, particularly when they’ve woken up all excited after some bedroom fun one night only to find over the course of the night their favorite bits have disappeared. It’s actually easier to just silently leave at that point, I’ve learned.

But life is a series of little adventures and my troublesome body provided plenty of that all its own. And my latest is leaving behind the region surrounding Vault 99, setting out for something new instead.

And that’s the idea! An enby with a body to match my general detachment from gender, wandering through the wastes only to meet you. Whoever you are.

And on that topic, you can be just about whoever you like! Humans of all genders, shapes and sizes are welcome, as are super mutants and other creatures of the wastes should you be looking for something more outlandish. Just… ugh… no bugs or ghouls please, I couldn’t bear it. I prefer if you come with someone (or something) in mind, however. Preferably somewhat concrete and quirky, a character I can bounce the idea that is Fio off of as well as bouncing them on your character (or vice versa). I adore when characters have their own fixations, feelings fears, separate from whatever it is specifically we're doing, it adds a lovely level of depth and makes it far easier to write in my experience.

Where The Hell Are We?

I was hoping to avoid familiar settings, places thoroughly fleshed out by the games, though admittedly my knowledge of the games is not entirely exhaustive. Perhaps somewhere in the Midwest? By the gulf? The Great Lakes? Though at the same time New Vegas remains tempting, perhaps before the events of the game. Beyond this, I’ve no particular preference but would like to settle on something decently populated to play around in.

As I suggested above, we’ll likely pick things up with Fio in an unfamiliar land, making it fairly easy for us to think through the area as we go rather than have to spend exorbitant amounts of time world-building beforehand. Going over some of it is certainly encouraged, however!

Precisely at which point I meet you or your character(s) is up for discussion as well, whether it comes in the midst of the wastes on the road to this new load or conversely towards the population center of the setting of our choosing.

I’ll also say here that should any GMs be interested in something like this I’d be happy to discuss how that might work!

The Sexy Bits

First, a word of warning, if you’re looking for an ‘off’ button on the whole changes-of-my-body thing, keeping it just where you like it, I don’t think this is the prompt for you. While I’ll entertain preferences and so forth I very much require there to be some variety. I’ll also mention, though, that your character doesn’t necessarily have to ‘like’ this about me, and they certainly don’t always have to be sexually attracted to me. I enjoy the idea of this being a source of conflict, a sticking point, as much as I do it being something they are actively into. Maybe sometimes doing-the-do is firmly off the table as a result, or merely you’re less into it, and other times when I’m at your ‘favorite’ you hardly take no for an answer. As some thoughts, anyway.

Moving on! I’ll note I’m pansexual, a switch and vers (despite my largely submissive post history) so there are plenty of options as to the dynamics of this particular scene. Given my kinks vary somewhat along sub/dom lines I’ll break up what I envision for us along those lines..

As a Sub: Perhaps you’re gentle, getting me to let my guard down slowly but surely like no one has before— and regularly getting inside my pants in the process. Or you’re more demanding, breaking down my feisty exterior you so clearly peg as a defense mechanism to get to the soft submissive underneath— in an odd way it feels good to be called out, understood in a sense, even if you just want your way. Either and anything in between seems to work here, though I’ll say breaking through that shell for good will take a great deal of effort on your part and seems rather unlikely. Day to day I’ll be my bratty self, but as you wear my defenses down or that artificially enhanced libido gets the better of me I revel in my defenseless, the sensation of your control, whether you act as a protector or a potential threat whose company I nonetheless end up enjoying.

Some kinks we could work in are: facesitting (receiving), cunnilingus (giving), public play, teasing (receiving), edging (receiving), sloppy blowjobs (giving), rimming (giving/receiving), anal training (receiving), anal (receiving), femdom, chastity (receiving), crude gags (on my character— torn clothes, underwear, rags), creampies (giving or receiving), non-con/dub-con (as the victim), body worship (giving or receiving— cock, ass, pussy, feet), light bondage (receiving), forced orgasms (receiving), musk, sweat, orgasm denial (receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, age gaps, feminization (receiving), interspecies partners, breeding or breeding talk, emasculation (receiving), cuckolding (as cuck), humiliation (receiving), spanking (receiving), insults (receiving, barring slurs), blackmail (receiving), lots of cum/precum, groping, squeezing, me begging, size comparison, frotting, tribbing, strap-ons (wearing or receiving), being entirely nude or dressed up femme during sex, and belittling this strange body of mine (in-character only, please).

I know that’s quite a lot and I even went to the trouble of specifying in what direction everything goes but I mean it when I say nothing is required! Quite a lot of these are covering the bases of different gendered partners. So long as the general theme of “penetrating the bratty enby’s shell” (heh) is involved, however otherwise vanilla, we should be able to have some fun!

As a Dom: Another option is of course that this exterior is never really broken through, at least not sexually, and your traveling partner makes use of whatever body they’re currently in possession of to have their way with you. I’ll put a disclaimer that I won’t likely be a particularly cruel dom so if that’s what you’re hoping for you may want to look elsewhere, or take a look at option 3! Also, this doesn’t mean I’ll be retconning my appearance to be overall more masculine in appearance and instead I will still be a rather androgynous top. I’ll also note I adore the idea of, despite my hardened exterior, the submissive at my said able to get through that defense mechanism other ways, a bit of a give and take where sex might be an outlet for some of my more deeply held frustrations but you’d like to help me deal with it properly as well— once you’re confident it doesn’t ramp down those urges of mine, at least.

Kinks that apply better here for me are lingerie, stockings, clothed sex, receiving long blowjobs, receiving cunnilingus, giving or receiving rimming, giving facials, giving teasing, giving anal, gags collars and/or leashes on subs, giving forced orgasms, giving orgasm denial, age gaps, interspecies partners, cheating, exhibitionism/voyeurism, lots of cum, creampies, breeding, humiliation, foot play, spanking, and more! Same goes as above that nothing is required so long as the generally dynamic of submitting to Fio suits you.

On equal footing, a Wasteland to ourselves: Maybe you’re a switch too? Were hoping this would be about you being the enby? Just want a fun Fallout RP partner? Are looking to GM? How about we travel about this corner of the world together, either as friends, a tentative alliance, or thrust together by forces beyond our control (Some faction making its move on our destination just in time for our arrival, forcing us to stick together amongst a sea of enemies and strangers). We don’t even necessarily have to be sexual partners, instead our sexual encounters merely occurring in the vicinity of one another as we share control of partners. Let me know what you have in mind and we can cherry pick all sorts of kinks to potentially include on our journey!

But What About Story?

For this prompt I’m looking generally feeling a fairly even 50/50 split between smut and story, though I think it lends itself rather well to being heavier on the story side depending on the route we choose— Fallout is generally best when full of interesting little rabbitholes to go down of course.

The two of us could quickly fall into trouble with a local faction, or one from the games and we’re familiar with, or perhaps you’re from one such faction and have something to ask of me, or merely surviving takes every bit of our fetch-questing prowess. Or perhaps we wrap this whole thing in a quest for me to find the scientists that created me, that being why I came to this region in the first place. All that to say, any romps come between plot or perhaps advance it in the event someone we come in contact with is rather unreceptive to conventional negotiation. And the opposite is welcome as well. Maybe the town we currently occupy has a reputation for being rather lecherous, or our version of the Wasteland is in general, and I find myself in high demand due to my peculiar body— either simply from you or others as well.

Addressing The Enby In The Room

I wanted to take some time to assuage any concerns you may have about writing with a 'non-binary pal', do note though that this is me speaking for myself and Fio’s character and not at all for other enby’s and at least not necessarily for my other characters.

Fio is written as an enby from the ground up, possessing a body which defies a simple definition and so complicates things such as pronouns. As such, any are fine for Fio just as they are for me.

I think I’ve written just about enough though, right? Should you be even more a masochist than I am though you can get to know a bit more about me in my DPP Profile before shooting over a message. And I am very eager to read your message!