The Winter Wasteland: Caravan
On approach, the location registered on veronica's pip boy.
Fallout: Bimbo
“just plug that in your pip-boy and it’ll show you the way, be careful with feral ghouls tough!” “great, just great! hope that walking amidst sewer sludge and dealing with ghouls is worth it.”
Ladder Racing - Chapter 9.1
"pip... aiden!" i exclaim, walking over to him and fluffing up his carefully groomed head fur. "spot!" he barks, and his little tail starts wagging.
Fallout Tales of the Wasteland Bitch Part 5
She cautiously peered out again, thankfully dogmeats yelp hadn't lead the group to them shifting so she could reach her pip boy eve activated v.a.t.s to get a quick rundown of the group.
Catholic Bitch: Bad Kid, Part 6
Dot had lost her own virginity to her brother two days earlier, though she had to guess that brutus had claimed most of her litter, not to mention woods, pier, and pip.
Capture and Release
“nice to meet you, pip” he said, with a grin in his voice. now, if anyone else had called me ‘pip’ i would have been annoyed. but hearing it from sam made me feel all giggly and glowing inside. “i like that. please keep doing that.” the vocoder said.
A Fucktabulous Cruise
pip pip cheerio." he chuckled and i smiled, having heard that joke many times before. "what's your name, tigah?" "i'm jason. jason windchester. what's yours, my fine young friend?"
Breeding Heat
Master kenneth had groomed her sleek black pelt until it shone, trimmed her blunt nails and kissed each white paw, and stroked his thumbs across the rust-colored pips above her eyes.
And three's a crowd.
The pole was firm and solid in her grasp, an enduring anchor for her to hold on to in the never ending pulse of rhythmic music and the scent of arousal that hung so heavy in the air. It was near closing time for the shadowy club, the few remaining...
What a Witch wants more then anything
The fox jumped up and started to run when the pip grew in size and age. she stopped about age 28. she looked more seductive and sexy in this age, more then the 6 year old.
Sasha's Cloak
pip, pip, pip. she looked up at the sky "no! no, no, no. this can not be happening to me." the sky rumbled in defiance and the rain pick up stride.
Ladder Racing, spring 2019 (Chapter 4)
pip chuckles to himself, but i can't join in his laugh. "what i'm asking, pip," i say, when i can finally finish my recounting of the last two nights' events, "is what would you do in that situation?