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The blue jumpsuit was a dead giveaway of someone fresh out of a Vault, still struggling to make sense of the world outside of their grey walls.

The Vault Dweller strolled into my store in the afternoon just as I was ready to close it for the day. He wasn’t bad looking, with the nervous smile of someone accustomed to being picked on, disliked by his colleagues. His eyes were as blue as his jumpsuit and betrayed his astonishment with every new part of the surface world even as he tried to play it cool. His naturally blonde hair was wavy, he wore it messy, seemed to pay very little attention to it. Tall and slender, fidgeting nervously as he came in, seemingly afraid of being jumped at any time.

“Just a moment,” I called from the rear of the shop, finishing up the last entries of the day in my old scavenged terminal. He walked amidst the shelves, fidgeting with the gear I had carefully organized, each had a small tag with the price in caps. An old Mk-1 auto turret followed his movements silently and made sure nothing would be missing at the end of the day.

“Welcome to the ‘Azon, the best supply store in Isotope, I’m Dana the shop’s owner and local mechanic, if you need anything fixed or looking for supplies, then you have come to the right place.”

[Intelligence 9] “I’m Lucas the head robotics expert in Vault 97, or at least used to be until my mother decided to run away and I ended accused of treason against the Overseer. Do you happen to have an ionic modulator and a soldering iron I could use? My pip-boy was broken on the escape.”

“I don’t know about the inonic what-you-call-it, but feel free to use my workbench in the back, I even left a bottlecap mine as courtesy to my clients. Anything else you need?”

The blonde Vault Dweller put a bundle on the counter, a woolen blanket tied in a tight roll with leather straps, he undid those, unrolling the blanket, and revealed a collection of old assault rifles, hunting rifles, and a couple of shotguns.

“Huh, that’s quite a haul, seems you have been busy, Vault boy,” I took one of the rifles to inspect it closely, the weapon was in a terrible state, but I could still sell it for parts. “You will want caps or looking for trade?”

He laughed; a bit frayed with stress. “Yeah, pretty weird guy, lots of eyes tattoos and kept those jars full of eyes in his… throne room? Can you believe he had packs of trained crows?! Seriously, what the hell is wrong with those people! Who trains crows to remove people’s eyes and then keep those in jars… Ah, bottlecaps…? Please.”

“Oh yeah, we used to call him The Beholder, was a pretty chill dude most of the time really.” Looking closer now I could see the green eyes painted on the weapons barrels and stocks, symbols of protection from the old warlord that would need to be removed before selling the guns. The new Warlord that eventually would take over the territory of the Beholder would be really annoyed if he saw anyone carrying those green eyes around, then you had the whole awkward situation of being tortured and interrogated, the usual accusations, the way-too-long speech about loyalty and strength, and then there’s the public execution and you end up losing a whole day standing in the sun because someone forgot to clean their guns.

[Vault Dweller] “Chill? He kept jar full of eyes in his throne room!”

“Yeah, but only those that were behind on the payments, so they kinda of brought that upon themselves,” I shrugged. Vault Dwellers could be so strange sometimes. “Glad to see you came out of there in one piece, tough.”

His left eye twitched for a moment. “Right… I’m new around here, so maybe you could help me. I’m trying to find my Mother, she left Vault 97 a couple of days ago: middle-aged woman, blonde hair and blue eyes, a bit on the heavy side, was looking for something called Noah’s Key.”

“The radio mentioned some trouble with a Vault Dweller in the South Floods, the Brotherhood was involved?” I said and when he looked lost, I completed. “The big guys in power armor, go around stealing tech and hate outsiders?”

“Sound like the kind of people that would be going after the Key. You know how I can find them?”

“Uhh, not really something you would want to, the Brotherhood is really bad news. They prance around in their shinny power armor and steal any tech that catches their eyes, specially things like this pip-boy of yours.” I cautioned.

[Guns 75] He took out a pristine looking 10mm pistol and twirled it in his fingers. “I can take care of myself.”

“You seem really determined to get yourself in trouble, the easiest way would be the old navy base, the Brotherhood keeps a small detachment there; they have been dismantling the old warships and have a radio tower they use to coordinate all their operations on the region.”

“So, if they meet my Mother, it would have been logged there! You know where that base is?”

“Of course, and I can even tell you about a secret tunnel through the sewers that can take you under the first ring of automated defenses, but it’s gonna cost you.”

[Charisma 5] “What? That’s just cruel, can’t you help me out here, its for my mother!”

“Sorry, Vault Boy, it’s 200 caps upfront if you want to know about the tunnels.”

“Fine! Here’s your money!” He pushed almost all the caps he had acquired with the guns back towards me and I gave him a holotape.

“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.”

“Since you are going there anyway, what do you think of making some caps, Vault Boy?”

“I’m listening, what do you have in mind?”

“The Brotherhood been dismantling the old ships and sent regular shipments to their headquarters, those are entirely robotic caravans, each carrying enough ammo, spare parts, and gear to keep an entire town supplied for the next decade.”

[Science 75] “It shouldn’t be hard to reprogram one of those, with my skills in computer I could easily alter their route so they stop for a a few minutes in some desolate place where you could unload the supplies and then send it back to its normal route.”

“Are you sure? The machines of the Brotherhood can be really hard to hack into.”

[Sneering Imperialist] “I know for primitives and scavengers like you this may sound like some complicated sorcery, but I used to be the best student in the entire Vault’s school, they had me fixing computers and coding at age 10 and by 15 I had complete access to all the Vault’s systems. I doubt any computer system scrambled together around here could be a real challenge.”

“Great, I’ll get a team together and as soon as you have that robotic caravan hacked, we move in to intercept and get the supplies, I sell those, and we split the profits, what do you think?”

“Seventy-Thirty? Seeing as I’m the one taking all the risk of dealing with those brutes in power armor.”

“Come on, fifty-fifty! I’ll need to hire people to move the supplies and look for the buyers, while you can go on your happy way through the wasteland to find your mother.”

[Science 75] “Sixty-Forty, and that’s my final offer, because I strongly doubt that you could find anyone capable of doing SQL injections through a vectored algorithm with 32-bit encryption amidst those farmers and shepherds.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Vault boy! But we have a deal, here take those, they could help you if things get too complicated.”

I pushed a small, pink metal box in the table.

“Bimtats… What’s that supposed to be?"

“Came in the last caravan, seem to be some sort of off-brand mental enhancement drug from the old world, supposed to make you see things clearly and think faster.”

“I think I heard about those in the Vault, some of the jocks took those to cheat on the exams… Or something like this, I don’t remember very well. Never really needed anything like this before, was the head of my class, you know?”

He took the Bimtats and the caps, putting them in a small pocket in his jumpsuit and walked out into the night to go find the bunkers, a confident smile in his lips as he took the first of the Bimtats.

[Addiction Acquired: Bimtats]

***

It took a couple of days for me to see the Vault Dweller again, I honestly had half expected him to end up shot dead trying to get into the bunker, but instead he barged in with a victorious smile and put a holotape on the counter.

As he came to the counter, I barely recognized him. His hair was growing long and he seemed to have taken some time to actually comb it, he had gained a couple inches on the waist and even more on the hips, the seams stretched and ripping slightly to contain his ass.

“Hey, Vault Boy, what’s that?” I took the holotape and plugged it in my terminal, a series of coordinates and some other data popped in my screen.

[Science 50] “Ugh, that’s where the dumb robotic caravan is going to stop, it’s near the old museum, it’s secluded and, like, totally deserted,” he said excitedly, popping another Bimbtat. “There’s also some like data about their patrols, but it’s all totally weird.”

“Yeah, it’s encrypted by the looks, shouldn’t be too hard to decipher tough, you don’t know how to do it?”

[Science 35] “I know all about those computer machines, ok? It’s just those numbers are totally dumb!”

“Right, if you need help, I know a couple of people around here that could take care of that, but it would cost you.”

“Fine! I need to know where my mother went. Meanwhile, do you have some armor? Mine been getting too tight these days.”

I couldn’t help chuckling slightly.

“Hey, it’s true! Must be this dumb soap you Wastelanders use!”

“Let’s go to the back and see what I have in your size. While we are at it, how are you about weapons and ammo? I got some really cool new stuff in the last caravan.”

[Guns 35] “I have this cool 11mm pistol that I took from the vault, it kills the raiders dead!”

“Right… So, holster that and let’s go see some armor!”

I led the Vault boy around the tall shelves, pilling pieces of armor and gear into his arms until he was fully outfitted.

All geared up, he had on black leather pants that were tied at the side of his hips so they fit snuggly, a leather belt with a small purse attached and a holster for his new 10 mm pistol sewn onto it. A pair of sturdy leather boots reinforced with metal that got to just under his knees covered protected his feet and lower legs, fingerless gloves for his hands. He took a plain white shirt to wear and over it a leather jacket reinforced with metal plates.

This was a different sort of armor for a much more up close and personal type of combat than the Vault Dweller was used. There was no space to carry around his tools, but it would protect him better in combat and would keep his gun and ammo ready at hand.

“Now you’re all set!”

He tried moving around and found it hard work just to bend and twist while standing in place. He’d definitely have to increase his strength to help manage the additional weight.

“I guess I’m ready to go, then,” he said.

“Not so fast, you need to pay me for the armor and I’ll need 500 caps in advanced to hire the computer specialist to decrypt those files. And we need to talk about those coordinates you gave me, because we have a problem.”

“Ugh, I did my part of the job already, what’s the problem now.”

“All the area around the old museum is territory from the Salamander, so unless you want my crew to be slaughtered by his raiders, you gonna need to clean the area first.”

[Barter 50] “Fine! I’ll deal with this dumb Salad-mander or whatever, but can’t you like pay me some caps in advance? I don’t have enough caps to pay for all this and my room in the hotel!”

“No way, if you don’t get those supplies then I won’t have anything to sell!”

“Fine, I’ll find other way to get the caps I need!”

Vault boy popped another Bimtat, smiled and stepped outside grumbling to himself. I still saw him turning to the left and headed into the town’s pub.

[New Perk: Night Worker]

***

“Hey, you are alive, Vault boy!” I greeted as he came back in a couple weeks later. “You managed to deal with the Salamander?”

The Vault Dweller was almost unrecognizable as he walked into my store a couple of weeks later. His shirt had been ripped open and then tied to offer some support to his new, thick breasts, he couldn’t even close the jacket anymore due to their size.

His hair was shaved on the sides, a wild mane of golden hair that came to the middle of his back. He had a ring on his nose and a couple of other piercings decorating his ears. The leather pants had been cut into shorts that left almost half of his ass exposed. His skin was now tanned, decorated with black serpentine tattoos on his legs and arms.

[Ain’t Like That Now] “Yeah, I dealt with the fucker, and its Vault Girl now, call me Lucy,” she put a duffel bag over the counter. “Here, I brought some souvenirs for you!”

She opened the bag to reveal a collection of weapons and armor, all marked with red salamanders. I took it all out and organized them on the counter, thrown together with the weaponry were some ammo, food, and random, shiny junk. Near the end of the bag there was a massive, 10 inches horse dildo.

[Cherchez La Femme] “Hey, that one not for sale!” She giggled. “But I can share if you want.”

I couldn’t help but to blush, she put her hands in the counter and bent forward slightly, her breasts pressed together, almost escaping of her shirt.

“Oh… I mean…”

She giggled at my loss for words and embarrassment.

“Maybe another day then, cutie,” she winked and took her dildo back. “Now, that little crew of yours is ready?’

“Sure, give me a couple hours to get everyone geared up and ready, but what happened to you? The last time I saw you, you were looking for caps.”

[Black Widow] “Yeah, it was this whole thing, I got captured by the Salamander, you ever seen him? Big guy in power armor, really big. He put a bomb collar around my neck and kept me as his pet for like a week, until this night where he fucked me sooo hard, he passed out by the end and I could just like kill him! And then I had to spend another week fucking this asshole on the Solar Farm so he would disable the collar.”

“Glad to see you have survived all this, do you need new clothes?”

[Cherchez La Femme] “Nah, those still fit me really well, besides I already spent all my caps getting those babies!” She pressed her breasts together; they were almost popping out of her shirt. “You liked? Got those in that weird clinic downtown, the doctor was such a hottie, she even gave me a discount for fucking with her!”

“About our business!” I exclaimed loudly, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, like I did everything you needed, shouldn’t I get to just sit back and get my caps now?”

“Well, yes, but we have another problem. You see, now that you have hacked the robots and taken care of the Salamander there’s only one more, small problem: I need you to help negotiate with the mercenaries I hired to take the cargo.”

“What? That’s was like your job!”

“Look, it’s just this one more job and then it’s all caps and luxury for the both us, right? Remember how we divided it? Sixty caps for you, right?”

[Intelligence 3] “Yeah, it was like I got sixty caps because I’m so smart and know all about computermancy!”

“That’s right! And a smart girl like you need to help those mercenaries to see it’s better to work for us!”

“Yeah, I’ll deal with those mercenaries right away then! Show them who is the smartestest!”

“Just give me a call as soon as they are on our side!”

[Charisma 10] “But then you need to give me something for all the work I did already,” she leaned forward and pouted her lips, the bright pink lipstick luscious and tempting, her fake breasts slipping out of her shirt and revealing pierced nipples. “Give me a kiss, Dana!”

I felt her hands on my neck, then bury themselves in my hair as a soft moan vibrated against her lips. She kissed me with hungry lust. As her lips took mine, her tongue invaded my mouth, filling me with lust that overtook my common sense and control. My hands slid beneath her top, stroking her pierced nipples until she was moaning into our kiss.

She tasted hot, needy of sex, but there was something else in her mouth, the spicy flavor of chemicals and artificial lust. The remains of the drugs she took early and that now flowed into my mouth, acted upon my body and mind and made lustful, mindless.

"Uhh… There’s something totally wrong,” I whimpered, but her hands slid under my shirt and groped my breasts, pulling me closer for another kiss that filled my mind with mindless lust, that overwhelming desire that became my driving force. I was panting for breath, my cheeks flushed, a cold sweat covering my skin.

"Like, I have to deal with those boring mercenaries now, do you want to come along and then we can fuck a lot?" She giggled and let me go, my lips now stained with her pink lipstick.

"Yeah, like, sure!” I replied excitedly, the wetness between my legs driving me crazy, begging me to taste more of Lucy.

“Let’s go then, cutie!” I followed her eagerly as she snapped her fingers.

[Companion Acquired: Dana, The Bimbo-Merchant]