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[b][u][center]So Many Kinks in the Tale

Chapter 2

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Sure do, little lady. What’s on your mind?”

“Something that would be better discussed privately,” the tiger said, glancing over her shoulder. Chet still watched her through the window. Or, she supposed, he watched her backside. She shook her head, turning back to the robot. “Do you have a place we can talk without being overheard?”

“Why, certainly. I got a shack right over yonder.”

“That would do fine.”

He nodded, waving one two-pronged excuse for a hand to the south of town, and she followed him as he started rolling along. The squeak-clink of his parts coming together time after time told her that he hadn’t received much in the way of maintenance in some time, and she wondered how much the town actually valued him. Not much, if the shopkeeper believed that he was nothing but a freak. That said, the fact that he had brought her back to Mitchell for treatment said a great deal about how much awareness he actually had.

Or at least, how much he might have. She already had several plans of what she could do with him.

[i]Pinned to the metal wall of the cottage, her legs spread, mechanical hands forcing her thighs apart to expose her. The robot’s camera zoomed in, snapping picture after picture of her exposed holes, saving them into its database, studying them as much as it studied her. A piston emerged from above its wheel –[/i]

Tatyana dismissed those thoughts as quickly as she had the thoughts of surrendering to Chet and becoming the town whore. As appealing as those thoughts would be to her once the Hot-Stoppers wore off, she knew for a fact that it was something that she didn’t actually want. The philosophical argument over what was truly a representation of her desires, that of her medicated or undrugged self, did not matter. What [i]did[/i] matter was the lack of freedom such a life would give her. One false step, one bad decision while the Hot-Stoppers didn’t let her think clearly, and Tatyana could find herself in a situation that would be impossible to escape without outside help.

She wouldn’t let that happen. Not again.

“So, what’d you want to talk about, girl?” Victor asked as he opened the door to the most run-down shack that the tiger had ever seen. The wood panels were hastily constructed and the door itself was on the verge of falling off. No windows cast light inside, no power circuits could be seen. It was nothing but a storage shed, and yet, Victor’s screen-face was lit up with pride as he gestured inside. “Or do you want to wait until the door’s closed?”

“…I’ll wait.”

She stepped inside, and Victor followed her, closing the door behind him. Once it was locked – something she was astonished that it was capable of – he turned to face her properly. Or, she supposed, as properly as a face that was projected through a screen could manage. Before he could ask his question again, she got right to the point.

“You saw me get shot.”

“Yeah, well, I reckon I did.”

“And you decided that you would retrieve me from this armor, take me to the doctor, and see to it that I was healed.”

“Well, suppose I did,” the robot said, bobbing on its wheel stalk in the nearest approximation to a shrug that a metal creature might manage. “Reckon I thought that there was still some life in you, and if that other fella wanted you dead, maybe I should see you kept alive.”

“That is a remarkably rare piece of programming, if that is the case. Do you know why?”

“Can’t say I do. What I can say is that the varmint that did the shooting ran like the devil himself was chasing him down the road. If I might say, ma’am, you were a terrifying picture in that frame of yours. If he hadn’t had a head start, I imagine you might just have managed to take him with you.”

It wasn’t much, but it was something. In those last moments, she had hoped for something very like that. It seemed that her calculations were just a bit off, though; he had gotten away, and with it –

“He had something of mine. I want it back.”

“Oh? What’d that be, little missy?”

“That is something private.”

“Heh, who am I going to tell?”

“I do not know. And I do not particularly care, either. Somehow, he [i]knew[/i] I had the thing that he stole from me. Letting someone else know about it seems a good way to paint a target on my back. No offense.”

“None taken, ma’am. So, I’m guessing you’d like to hear where he’s going?”

“There will be a faster way of doing that.” Tatyana lifted her wrist, the Pip-Boy screen glowing. “I access your memory bank, withdraw the recording, and be on my way.”

“Well, now, that’s a big favor you’re asking. It ain’t an easy thing to open my memory files, you know, and letting just anyone rifle around through them ain’t something that I usually do.”

“I suppose it is funny. I was not asking.”

“Wha – ZZZZZT!”

The cowboy face on the robot’s screen shifted, going from a simple cartoon image of a cowboy smoking a cigarette to one with its tongue and two x-s over its eyes. The robot spasmed, then sagged, a panel opening up on its back.

[i]Reversing the transmitter, broadcasting signals rather than receiving. It didn’t expect anything, and had no defense.[/i]

Of course, a simple redirection of the broadcasts and static that the Pip-Boy picked up at all times of the day wouldn’t have been enough to overwhelm a robot’s high-power mind. However, once she had added a few signals of her own to the mix (and as someone that had always been curious about expanding the range and reception of any scanning device, she had started doing that as soon as Mitchell had given her it) she had also created an echo of Victor’s own processing power. The mirror rebound had likely caused a memory leak, which had resulted in a full shut-down to keep the robot from completely burning itself out.

All said and done, she imagined she had five minutes before he rebooted, perhaps ten if he was as shoddy as he looked. Either way, she had best get started.

She connected her Pip-Boy to the panel in the back via the wire installed in the tool. It beeped, then cleared, leaving her with a file directory. She tapped the screen, pulling on the dial, then tapped the screen again, reverting it from text to binary rolling across the screen. Not for any particular data, but –

There. A chunk of ones and zeroes changed as it flicked up the screen. She stopped the auto-scroll, went back up, and watched the bundle move through the code. Never quite changing, but moving, changing position, trying to hide itself. And not just one, but two.

Even as she recognized the positions of two other intruders in Victor’s system, they were trying to disconnect. One was much faster than the other, and she gave up on trying to isolate and contain it. The other, however, was a mite slower, realizing just a hair too late that it had been made, and she was already changing it from binary back to plain text, back to files that she could play with.

She snared it just as it tried to move out of the operating system to the transmitter, before it could transmit itself back to the beamed-out control location. Tatyana brought her wrist to her mouth and whispered.

“Whatever you are, you see me. I see you. You have two choices: tell me who you are, and what you want, or abandon your connection.”

For a moment, there was no response. Tatyana made a mental note of how long she had – four minutes, eleven seconds – and made the decision that if there was no response in another minute, she would abandon her curiosity and just get the files while she could. The seconds ticked on, and she kept her eyes on the isolated signal. Ten seconds turned to twenty, and then to thirty with nothing coming back to her. It could be the distance that the signal had to travel, or it might be the other person trying to bluff her. Or, she supposed, the other connection might have cut and run just like the first signal had.

But she doubted it. The effort it would have taken to hack into a robot like this from a distance was considerable. She doubted someone would abandon their investment too easily.

Just as her mental timer hit 55 seconds, the screen on her Pip-Boy filled with text. It was a simple message:

[b]We should meet. North of Primm. Information about chip. Potential deal. Ask for Dineh.[/b]

Tatyana memorized the message, then let it go. The presence in the robot disappeared, leaving nothing but the files that she had come for in the first place. She commenced a rapid download, shaking her head all the while.

[i]Another mystery. Wonderful.[/i]

#

The rest of her time with Victor was short and hardly sweet. The robot was kind enough, particularly as she had erased his memory of what she had done in his files and the preceding two minutes before his shut-down, but she had no interest in a cowboy that was so keen on uncovering her mysteries and secrets. She made her goodbyes – blunt but hardly cruel – and left his hut before she could start thinking of him in [i]that[/i] way again.

“Well, you could stay a spell, if you want. You could –”

Tatyana was fairly sure that a slammed door would carry the message that she didn’t want to stay in Goodsprings longer than she had to. With Victor’s voice muffled – and the few fantasies that traipsed through her mind given similar treatment – she was able to focus on her path forward. The memory file was her first task.

Knowing that the other townsfolk were staring at her from across the way and wondering what a zoomorph stranger had wanted from the local robot, she shrugged off the mild self-consciousness that feeling created and fixed her eyes on the Pip-Boy. She accessed the records of last night and started the video file playing. While it was still subject to the same black and green colors as everything else that the Pip-Boy screen displayed, the details were…very clear.

She saw herself, blood running down from the side of her head as her body was manhandled by the same armored frame that she still wore. To see her naked body being dragged along, piloted by a machine over her otherwise bare flesh, was difficult, particularly with green blood being flicked about by the violent motions. The silhouettes of the man in the checkered suit and his bodyguards running away was pleasing, but the sight of her being left there, dripping from between her legs from their treatment, was not.

Or at least, not in the right way.

[i]Found in the middle of the night, trapped, helpless, legs spread and tail up. Body naked, feet bare, breasts exposed, cunt open, asshole lubed up. An empty hole for travelers or beasts alike –[/i]

Tatyana gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to slap herself for letting those extra thoughts come in. The Hot-Stopper was still holding for now, because she didn’t want to stop watching and masturbate, but the very fact that such depraved things were starting to come in concerned her.

She watched the recording, forcing herself to keep her thoughts as clinical as possible as she watched the silhouettes retreat. She refused to look at her own breasts, her ass, her curves, and instead focused on the landmarks that the green-and-black images gave her. The road, the distant prison, a crashed plane, and more. They were heading south on the road, south on the path that she’d followed. Not north, not towards the city in the distance, but back the way that she’d come.

Which meant that they weren’t confident in their ability to push north, not the way that she had been while she still had her armor.

Which meant that they were vulnerable.

Which meant, if she could get sufficient gear, she could handle them.

A slow smile crept across her face as she imagined what she would do when she caught up with them. For now, her options were starkly limited. The mesh that she still had from her power armor would increase her speed and the power of her blows, but that meant nothing when she had to close the distance while being shot at. While she had some skill with her own plasma pistol, it was nothing compared to professional soldiers. She had relied on her armor and the various tweaks that she’d given it to survive the Mojave, and now…

The recording reached the end of her rampage, and it showed the robot moving closer. She knew that she should turn it off, but instead, she kept watching. She wondered briefly if she’d see those gripper hands molest her, but thankfully – regrettably – nothing of the sort occurred. Victor only removed her from the mesh and –

Tatyana narrowed her eyes as the recording stopped. The green silhouette of her body was held tight, and there was – yes, a scan went over her. A long, in-depth scan. It took in every part of her from head to toe, stopping just short of being too personal, and then a little icon appeared in the corner. Saving it? No, transmitting it, sending it off to some other repository.

The question was, where? To the one that she’d talked to? Or the one that had gotten out while the getting was good?

Either way, she was sure that she’d find out before long. She pulled her attention back from the file, pinching the bridge of her muzzle and taking a few deep breaths.

“This is going to be a very, very complicated task,” she muttered.

“Think you’ll be coming back, ma’am?”

Tatyana looked up at Doc Mitchell, and for the first time in some time, she smiled. Not much, not quite enough for it to meet her eyes, but a genuine one, for once. She shrugged.

“I doubt it, but I suppose it is possible. If only because it would be simpler to go west again by going this way.”

“Well, I doubt that’ll be happening anytime soon. Just wanted to let you know that, despite everything else, you’d have a place in my little shack if you need help. A good doctor doesn’t turn anyone away, you know?”

“…There is one thing I would like to do before I leave.”

“Yes? What’s that?”

“I noticed that you had a few things in your office. A laser pistol, for example.”

“Well, yes –”

“I would like to fix that.”

“…You can do that?” Doc Mitchell asked, arching an eyebrow. “Why?”

“If you want to offer me a place to come back to, I would like to ensure that it stays standing for me to take your offer.”

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’d be much obliged, ma’am.”

#

Tatyana did more than simply fix a pistol. She spent the next three hours repairing that weapon, finding and fitting jury-rigged parts to a submachine gun that she’d discovered elsewhere in the house, and fitted them both to motion sensors on the rooftop. It was nothing compared to some of the defenses that she’d seen in some of the Vaults and in the old Brotherhood of Steel caches that she’d stumbled across, but against the gang that had come calling earlier that day, she imagined that they would do just fine.

Her only real worries were smaller dangers being flung at the turrets, but she didn’t have the parts to put something together for that. Telling Mitchell to make sure to activate the turrets while any danger was still out of grenade range, she suffered a hug of departure and made her way down the road.

It didn’t take long to put Goodsprings at her back. She imagined that it would be a long, long, [i]long[/i] time before she came back, but at least she’d paid her debt. Doc Mitchell had taken care of her, Victor had gotten her to the doctor, and she’d taken her time to pay them both back. Victor had a few modifications to his chassis to make him a little more limber and maneuverable around town, and the doctor had protection for his house.

It wasn’t much, but it was better than it might have been. And at least she didn’t carry her debts with her.

That said, she [i]really[/i] wished that Mitchell had more Hot-Stoppers. While she was far from the heat that she’d feel after a night’s sleep – and hopefully a long morning – she could feel the fantasies she’d had taking greater control of her. Her Vault suit rubbed between her legs as she walked, and she was more aware than she’d like of just how…sensual…the material could be down there.

[i]I had forgotten.[/i]

She put it out of her mind and made her way down the road from Goodsprings. She knew from the maps that Mitchell and Victor had that the city of Primm was down at the end of the road, and more to the point, she knew that was where her target had gone. If she could make good time today, tomorrow, and the next, she might start cutting down some of the distance between them. If the man in the checkered suit was anything as soft as he looked, she imagined that he would have stayed overnight there, and if he had…

Well, she could get a jump on him by just pushing on. She hoped.

And then, there was that meeting north of Primm. A meeting that she should probably keep, all things considered.

She had put the town far enough behind her that it was little more than a blur on the horizon, surrounded by steep hills on one side and rolling plains broken up by scrub on the other, when a familiar sound filled her ears. It was soft, little more than a mild hissing that most would have immediately dismissed as nothing more than an auditory hallucination. Tatyana, having heard that sound repeatedly when she finally left her Vault behind and made sure to keep it from ever being uncovered again, knew otherwise.

The tiger threw herself to the side, hitting the dirt and rolling off the road. A split-second later, the pavement lurched behind her, chunks of earth and old tarmac flying where she had been standing just a moment before. She kept rolling, weathering the rain of earth and stone in the process, using the debris as cover to get a new position.

“Damn, that bitch moves quick!”

“Think she saw us coming?”

“Fuck no. She’s just an animal. Probably smelled us or something.”

“I resembled that remark, asshole.”

“Well, you better get started on catching her, or it’ll be your ass in the stocks again.”

Another zoomorph among the group, but there were at least two other voices. Rough ones, too. Probably the thugs that had threatened Goodsprings. Maybe one of them had seen her leaving, or perhaps they had spotted her while she’d been hiding.

Either way, she was a target…but she doubted that they knew what they were dealing with.

[i]Let them win, thrown to the ground, legs spread. Mesh turned against her, hacked off, leaving her bound and on display. A roadside attraction for anyone going north or south along the road, her holes open for use, her sweaty soles put up in the air to be played with, her clit something to please or torture as someone else saw fit. A pleasure, a pain, a –[/i]

She stopped rolling and pulled her plasma pistol out. She had three shots loaded with two more full clips, but reloading would take longer than she wanted to risk. Better to use what she had, hope it was enough, and –

A silhouette showed through the smoke and she let loose. A quick bolt of green arced out, hitting the stranger in the upper body. Head? Shoulder? Hard to tell, but whatever it hit, it knocked him down. Tatyana moved, and the sudden rip of bullets through the space she’d just been lying in sent sand and more through the air after her.

She imagined she’d need a bath after this. That thought was put out of her head as soon as she could manage.

The cloud of smoke cleared, and three more thugs stood waiting. They didn’t see her yet, staring left and right to find her, but the debris all around left her hidden for the moment. She took in the targets – all three in the same jumpsuit as the guys from the town, two humans, one kangaroo – and prioritized them. The two humans would be the first to go down, and the kangaroo would have to go last. Try and keep the zoomorph alive, keep a little goodwill.

Her only advantage was the Pip-Boy that she had and the VATS system in it, if it worked. She surreptitiously tapped the screen and held back a sigh of relief when it activated. Everything slowed around her, the humans panning the world as if they had been frozen in place and the kangaroo coming up from behind the other two. She focused her attention on the humans, holding her breath as she narrowed her focus on their heads.

[i]Two shots…two kills…[/i]

Her or them.

Them or her.

[i]They won’t kill me. They’ll make me forget. Forget. Forget.[/i]

She wouldn’t forget.

Not again.

Not like that.

She breathed out, then pulled the trigger in the empty space. The click-PEW click-PEW of the two shots was followed by the two humans hitting the ground without a scream. The kangaroo jumped, whipping his head around to her, just as she brought her pistol up to face him. No ammo, but he couldn’t see the clip or the indicator on her gun; she had to hope that he would assume that he was getting mercy rather than a bluff.

“I left you alive. I can change that, if I want.”

“…Damn. And here I thought you’d be easy,” he said.

He was smart, keeping his hands at his sides and not making any threatening moves towards her. Either he believed that she was still a threat, or didn’t want to risk anything if she wasn’t. It worked for her. She gestured at the gun still in his hands.

“On the ground.”

“Me, or it?”

“It.”

“Going to kill me then, girl? Can’t ask for a last blowjob or some shit?” he asked as he let the pistol fall to the ground. “Looks like you’d be one of those really good cock-suckers.”

“You will not be finding out whether you are right or wrong. Who are you?”

“You don’t even know me and you’re ready to kill me?”

“You did not know me, and you were ready to rape me.”

“…Heh. Ain’t wrong there, but damn, you’re fucking hotter up close. Any chance you could stand up and let me see the rest of you?”

Tatyana narrowed her eyes. It was likely a play for time, hoping that he could keep her talking long enough for some of his friends to come along and find her. She flicked her eyes left, right, left, panning along the hills for any sign of a second patrol, but saw none. Why was he –

Then it hit her. He was probably off his Hot-Stoppers, too, or at the very least, struggling. His eyes were constantly darting up and down her body, fixing on her hips, trying to peer under her to get a look at her breasts. The ‘roo looked like a teen trying to get a free peep show, and she was the only source of any easy pleasure that he could find.

Hot-Stoppers were, after all, made for all zoomorphs. All of them went through similar struggles with their pleasurable and reproductive urges. It wasn’t merely the need to breed, but to experience stimulation, to imagine and desire more and more pleasure for themselves. It could manifest in any number of ways for any type of zoomorph, and only their medication kept them able to focus on things outside of that for any great duration, or to think outside of their own bodies for more than a few minutes at a time when presented with a distraction like…well, like what she must have been for him.

Tatyana almost felt sorry for the kangaroo in that moment. Sorry enough to indulge him, and herself, by standing up.

She got to her feet, feeling the Vault suit clinging to her breasts, pulling in tight around her chest. The zipper was on the verge of sliding down to reveal even more of her cleavage, and her hands were too busy to adjust it. She let it happen, feeling it sliding down and almost exposing her nipples to the kangaroo. The crotch of the suit was almost flush with her sex, and she had to just ignore that, too, as she stood with her legs spread shoulder-width apart and her gun in her hand.

“Satisfied?”

“…Fuck, I wish we’d had better luck with you. You look like you’d be a screamer.”

“And you sound as if you have not taken your meds in weeks.”

“Heh, you think that they hand out Hot-Stoppers to us?” He chuckled. “You gotta get a prize if you want something from the stores back at the prison, bitch. If I’d gotten you, they’d have given me a month of that shit. Instead…”

Instead. Instead, he would be someone that they looked at for their own relief, she imagined. Someone that would be more than willing to let them shove something under his tail, because the lack of meds meant that his own personality would be buried beneath that need.

She felt sympathy, but not enough to let him have it. Instead, she kept talking.

“Who are you? And where are you from?”

“Name’s Marwin,” he said, chuckling. “And I’m from the NCR prison up the road. Part of the Powder Gangers that took over. Always looking for a new set of holes up there, if you need a place to stay.”

“I will pass. I have other things that I must do.”

“Come on. You think that you’re going to make it for long out here?” Marwin lifted his arms, gesturing around him with fingers that glowed from the palm outward. “Look around. This place ain’t meant for people like us. It’s meant for the humans. They got all the power, all the meds. Sooner we find some that’ll work with us, the better off we’ll be.”

“You sound like a kept dog.”

“They made us from animals, bitch. And they’ll never see us as anything else.”

“Perhaps. But now I know where to avoid. Marwin. I will give you the chance to run away now.”

“…Why?”

“Because not all of us are willing to indulge our instincts [i]all[/i] the time.”

“…You lucky bitch. You got some.”

“Perhaps.”

“You fucking whore.”

“Ironically, not at this point in time. Now, will you take advantage of my offer and leave, or will you force me to take further steps?”

Off his meds or not, Marwin clearly wasn’t willing to take that risk of lunging for her and getting himself shot. The kangaroo narrowed his eyes at her one more time, dropping his eyes to her breasts and the half-nipple on display on either side, and he [i]very[/i] deliberately rolled his hips forward, showing off his bulge –

[i]On her knees, her mouth open, his cock oozing pre-cum over her chest. The marking scent of a male over her neck, her face, her nose, the musk rising up between her bare breasts. Slimed up, soaked, leaving her hard as he pierced her and dragged her tits forward, leaving them out of her jumpsuit constantly. They were the belongings of others, the toy-tits of the crowd, meant to be used by them again and again for titjobs, nipple play, and –[/i]

She ignored him. And ignored the fantasy. She waved her gun again, and the kangaroo started running. He took his time, though, and took regularly looks over his shoulder at her.

Tatyana waited for him to be out of sight, then finally took his gun from where he’d dropped it. Not much ammo in the pistol, she supposed, but at least it was another weapon. And more to the point, it left him without one.

She looked at the bodies that she’d dropped, and had to turn away, but not soon enough.

#

She regretted throwing up when she made camp that night. She knew that she couldn’t have stopped it once it started, but the dehydration that had come with it had left quite a dent in her water supplies that she didn’t like to think about.

[i]I didn’t think…[/i]

With her modified armor, she hadn’t needed to kill anyone like that before. She had distance between her and them, an option that left her able to take the high road and intimidate, or – in the rare circumstances when that hadn’t worked – she’d been able to remove the problem without having it so personal, without seeing the bodies unfiltered and without the smell of death on them. This time…

[i]You did what you had to do,[/i] she told herself. [i]You took care of yourself and kept them from doing what they wanted to do to you.[/i]

Leaning back against the high rocks off to the west side of the road, she leaned her head back against the stone and looked at the night sky. Her campfire drowned out most of the early starlight, but some stars were still bright enough to see. She focused on them, taking one deep breath after another and resisting the urge to reach for her armor frame and shove herself back into it for the night. She needed to do something else first, but the attack had left her nervous, concerned for her own safety, and –

[i]And I still have to do this properly,[/i] she thought. [i]The medicine’s going to run out tomorrow. If I don’t get a start on this…[/i]

Hot-Stoppers were the most convenient way to handle the need of a zoomorph, but the species had little enough access to the medication that they [i]had[/i] started to figure out little tricks to take the edge off. Like primitive humans dealing with pain management in the days before painkillers, they had learned ways to trick their bodies into letting them function.

One of the most common ways was to sacrifice sleep to pleasure. Females, in particular, were able to ‘indulge’ themselves with hours of masturbation, forcing the orgasm chemicals into their body and fooling it into thinking that it had been getting fucked for a sufficient amount of time. It meant that they had to lose anywhere between three to five hours of sleep during the night to get enough orgasms to make it worth it, but it was a way to keep one’s body at least half-functional.

Nothing was as good as Hot-Stoppers, though. Tatyana sighed; if only, if only.

[i]Better start sooner than later,[/i] she thought. [i]The longer you wait, the more sleep you’ll lose.[/i]

Tatyana sighed, pulling her Vault suit’s zipper down and crawling out of it. The tiger let it hanging around her ankles, spreading her thighs wider and reaching between them. She wasn’t soaked, but she [i]was[/i] wet enough to tell her that she’d be in a fine state by morning if she didn’t give herself a little pleasure now. She took a few deep breaths, closing her eyes and letting the ‘fantasies’ roll through her for ‘inspiration.’

[i]Sacrificed to a collection of Cazadors, allowing the ovipositors to force her pussy open and leave eggs inside of her.

The rampant roars of a Deathclaw silenced as it pinned her to a wall and sniffed her heated sex, wanting something else.

Rampant rape by a cluster of NCR soldiers with anti-zoomorph grunts and huffs as they took her and rutted her ass.

Back at the Vault, getting experimented on, losing her mind under the hypno-visor and slowly becoming ever more a sex-pet.[/i]

Tatyana hissed as she pressed her fingers into her pussy, starting with that last one. Get the most intense one out of the way, so that the others could feel less guilty. She would start there, imagining herself losing what she had, and then remind herself that it was only a fantasy, and only a tool.

Only a fantasy.

Only a tool.

Not like her.

Never like her.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Tatyana finishes up her time in Goodsprings and begins the journey to Primm, though not without running into some complications.

Tags: F/solo, Fantasies, Mental Needs, Fight, Fallout, Fallout New Vegas, Robot, Masturbation, Heat, Bulge, Tigress, Kangaroo, Human, Series,