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MindBrokenMinxes
To Dr Usanagi (Who is now a BBW synth) or someone carrying on her legacy. How have the wastelands changed compared to centuries ago? Has civilization begun to resemble how it did pre-war? Perhaps it's gone further and become even more futuristic, thanks to researchers such as yourself? Any familiar figures from the past still alive? Or have reached any notable levels of fame, forever etching their names in history?
Walking down the clean sunlight halls of Angel’s Boneyard Medical University, the descendant of historically famous Dr. Usanagi smiled as she greeted students and entered her lecture hall, taking her seat at the podium as a variety of students watched eager to take notes. Most were human, some were ghouls getting yet another degree, she had at least two super mutants, and she had one robot, all ready to learn.
Pulling up the projector, the professor began her lecture on the evolution of the wastelands, with a primary focus on biology. “In the 400 years since the Great War, a complex interaction of radiation, FEV, intense evolutionary pressures, and genetic engineering has resulted in a true treasure trove for us in the scientific community to explore.” The lecture continued, going over everything that had changed.
The genetic differentiation between regions was finally beginning to stabilize, though it was still well known that the California men were femboys and their women were amazons, with similar regional differences between humans bordering on the creation of new species but which had managed to maintain a shared fertility. The New California Republic, the Commonwealth Provisional Government, and the reformed Nueva Roman Empire that had once been Legion now shared the American continent, with other countries across the seas now in contact with them, with resources already so depleted from the Great War that there was little reason for war anymore, and what little nuclear stockpiles remained were being used for power production and held no room for weapons. Civilization was rather different, a handful of cities surrounded by hundreds of miles of rural farms that had finally been cleared of raiders, the agrarian society held up by domestic robots, new cross country monorails, and fusion power plants supplying the settlements with power.
The Boneyard that the lecture was being held in was a multicultural city, composed of all manner of humanoids, robots, and more as anything with an intelligent brain and the ability to be peaceful was welcomed to participate and further society. The new Dr Usanagi occasionally had conversations with Dala who held fond memories of her ancestor, the synth researcher still amazed at how much science had moved forwards since her birth centuries prior. A few other synths, ghouls, and super mutants who could recall the darkest days of the wasteland still roamed the Earth, marveling that they had survived long enough to see civilization rise again. Every vault that had survived had now developed into cities, the dead ones laid to rest, and new cultural values encouraging free love and responsible hedonism becoming widespread.
The professor’s chest drew many eyes, her ancestor’s fat enhancers finally perfected by her to enlarge any body part with a simple injection. She was also brimming with implants, Usanagi-class a category of cybernetics for their safety and durability, the very building she was in named after the infamous scientist who had helped stabilize the super mutant population of the Mojave, her techniques going on to stabilize populations across the continent. America was now stable and peaceful, slowly carving out a living from the tough earth and pushing the benefits of science further one step at a time.
sh0cktrooper
In the centuries that followed the Great War, the various nations of the world slowly rebuilt or entirely new ones emerged from the ashes. However many of them had feared what a newly risen USA under the leadership of the Enclave may have plans for them. After much investigation they are relieved to find the Enclave had been reduced to scattered remnants and the denizens of the American wastelands are much too busy fucking anything that moves to try to conquer the world. Places like Boston and Vegas eventually become hotspots for deviant pleasure seeking tourists from across the world.
In the centuries that followed the Great War, mankind rebuilt. Too battered and resource starved to wage intercontinental war, America’s communication with the rest of the world proved limited to immigration and tourism as a handful of similarly drained post war nations sent explorers out after their own ages of rebuilding and taming the wasteland the Earth had become.
Travelers from the remains of Europe found the city of Boston, its many factions having learned to co-exist and focus more on love and peace. Founder and first president of the Commonwealth Provisional Government, the long passed Nora had forged Boston into the capitol of a new nation that covered the eastern seaboard, the Institute allowing the new nation to carve a living out of the bombed out cities and boosting the population with sterile, ageless, sexy synths that were more than happy to have sex with far flung tourists in exchange for the bizarre currency of bottlecaps, giving the city a reputation for cheap whores and raunchy sex as Goodneighbor became a global destination and the Memory Den left visitors with happy memories.
Meanwhile, tourists from what had been the East landed in California, and further inland found the deviant city of New Vegas, a realm of brothels, animalistic lovers, and the largest mutant population on the continent. Soon, Chinese, Japanese, and Russian tourists joined the GREENED movement, becoming addicts to every vice from big green cock, to gambling, to whoring. The new world was far more open to the criminal and lewd than the old one had been, and America especially had become an amazing place for its variety and roughness, quickly becoming the sex tourism capital of the world.
NukaZ
Before the bombs, Vault Tec's overseas operations included places as jaded as Japan and other parts of Europe. Well, I guess Japan's now a radioactive hentai paradise apparently, FUTA 'claws and other life forms having more manga-esque visuals somehow. How do the local inhabitants and the outsiders each (separately) view the land full of wide eyed buxom beings with dump truck hindquarters and so many friggin' tentacle beings? (yes, I a asked this suddenly in the mood for some hyper-endowed mommyclaw tentacle hentai sex stuff)
Located beneath the ruins of Tokyo, Vault Tec’s overseas operation named simply Vault Japan made use of the country’s scientists to help develop Deathclaws for the US government. When the bombs dropped, Japan had little warning being so close to China and only the researchers located within at the time survived. Continuing their research, they spliced Deathclaw DNA with that of several species of octopus before succumbing to radiation poisoning shortly after. Now in the modern postwar era, explorers delve down into the ruins looking for scrap…
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“Johnathan-san! Stop being a perv and help me search!” The woman giggled as the foreigner man rolled his eyes. For some reason, radiation had given all the people in post nuclear Japan wide eyes and he was at least seventy percent sure his scavenging partner Aoi had learned English from old anime and hentai holotapes. From what he’d seen of the settlements, the people seemed relatively happy, but to him they all sounded bizarre and some days he felt like he stepped into a shitty porn comic. Still, Aoi was right about one thing. He had been staring. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t sure even porn stars prewar had such giant bazongas and dumptrucks, even the “modest” women had minimum J cups and could clap with their cheeks louder than most people with their hands. He had no clue if it was the radiation or chemicals that had spilled, but while it was certainly freaky to look out, it turned him on more than it freaked him out.
A low growl came from a hole in the floor of the ruins, and a giant lizard thing crawled out of the old lab with tentacles writhing from its back and a giant club cock hanging between its legs. The Futaclaw licked its chops and in an instant its tentacles were wrapped around its prey. “Nyaahh!” Aoi let out a hentai cry of surprise as her clothes were ripped off and she made a dumb ahegao face as she was slammed down onto the giant lizard’s throbbing cock. Johnathan gasped as he was suspended in the air, no amount of clenching stopping a suckered tentacle from slithering up his ass and a tentacle coiled around his cock to begin pumping it even as it was buried in the Futaclaw’s giant mommy milkers, the deathclaw variant just as busty as every other creature on this island it seemed. Johnathan shuddered and moaned as he sucked on a tentacle, both him and Aoi groaning as the tentacles buried in their asses began to cum, trapped in the embrace of the Futaclaw who they would grow to think of as “mommy”, using her many tentacles, giant breasts, and even bigger cock to bring the mindbroken hentai victims endless rapey pleasure.
Le Scarecrow
Characters: Vault Boy and Vault Girl
Kinks: Various Sex Scenarios and Costumes
Prompt: A short film produced not long after the bombs. Starring Vault-Tec’s mascots with them learning all the ways they (and by more importantly the viewer) can continue the tradition of Halloween with their families and how they can use those traditions for reproductive methods.
A holotape recording to be shown to vault residents encouraging “repopulation” duty.
Vault Boy and Vault Girl wave at the camera, the animated mascots accompanied by a cheery jingle as a voice speaks.
“Well hello there vault dwellers! It’s Halloween time, and what better way to celebrate the spooky season than by helping repopulate America!”
With a flash, Vault Boy is dressed in a cowboy outfit and Vault Girl has cat ears and a tail on.
“With a variety of costumes and traditions, you can have fun with your duty! Like, bobbing for apples, pin the tail on the donkey, and trick or treat!”
As the examples are listed, the animated mascots play out the scenarios. Vault Girl’s face is scrunched into a gag as she bobs her head up and down on Vault Boy’s cock painted like an apple, Vault Boy pants as he fucks Vault Girl bent against the wall dressed in a donkey tail and ears, and Vault Girl blushes unsurely as her pumpkin painted tits deliver an explosive titjob all across her face.
“Now don’t worry ladies, there are ways the guy can pay you back!”
Vault Girl, still with a face covered in cum, smiles and grins as devil horns sprout from her head, Vault Boy chuckling nervously as he tugs his collar.
“Try licking some candy, juggling balls, and having some good old American cowgirl fun!”
Vault Girl bites her lip as she leglocks Vault Boy to eat her out, the next scene her holding his balls in her hand and squeezing, and the final scene is Vault Girl swinging a very concerned Vault Boy’s pants around her head like a lasso as she rides him cowgirl and winks at the camera.
“Remember! Vault-Tec’s patented habitation units are thoroughly insulated and soundproof, so there's no excuse not to put a bun in the oven this Hallow’s Eve. And if it goes in the wrong hole? Well, we won’t tell~”
The animatic ends with Vault Girl and Vault Boy fucking doggystyle, both mascots biting their lips and holding out a shaky thumbs up as they have fun with the act of reproduction.
Credit: revtilian
https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=5305325
The_New_Crassius_Curio
What happened to the people and places of the wasteland in the end?
The Vault Dweller’s end remains conflicting, either dying surrounded by family in Arroyo or vanishing off into the wastes.
The Chosen One retired in her fifties after a lifetime of porn stardom in New Reno.
The Courier continued to rule over Vegas from the Lucky 38, helping to bring the region under NCR rule on her terms while using her status to help bring herself pleasure with many man servants and her new bodyguard Benny.
The Lone Wanderer continued to abduct and fuck people from Earth for years until eventually her ship was full and she grew bored. Without anything else to do, they took the mothership and left for the stars, never to be seen again.
Nora would go on to help form the Commonwealth Provisional Government, serving as its first president alongside her revived husband Nate, clearing the Commonwealth of raiders and using Institute technology to rapidly build a new thriving nation.
Piper’s investigating got her caught by raiders and she was sold as a sex slave in the Capitol Wasteland. Her sister once grown would go on to continue her work.
Sarah Lyons lived the rest of her life in the Deathclaw Sanctuary, helping breed many of the beasts and slipping away peacefully after decades of being a mindless cocksleeve.
Veronica and Christine helped lead Black Mountain into the new age, breeding more children and serving as a prime example of a relationship surviving the addition of Super Mutant lovers.
Smitty Jr proved fertile like his father, and Mom was thrilled to have bred her cute femboy son. The two and their relationship were a badly kept secret in town, but they kept things private enough to avoid criticism. Mom promised to breed any grandchildren her son gave her if they proved as slutty and sinful as him.
Dr. Usanagi spent a lifetime studying various biologies and developing new cybernetic implants, becoming a historical pioneer in the field whose work would inspire future generations to expand and build upon it.
Dr. Julie Farkas continued to lead the Vegas branch of the Followers of the Apocalypse, eventually retiring with a harem of over two dozen bleached NCR femboys once the war officially ended.
Alex and Clara moved into the Lucky 38 with the synthified Jane, living in the lap of luxury and only having sex when and with who they wanted.
Talia, along with Borous and his dog Gabe, disappeared into South America, with occasional stories spreading that spoke of them appearing all over the world, chasing new species and mutants. Her work would eventually be dropped on Big MT’s doorstep, furthering postwar America’s knowledge of the full breadth of species that had emerged in the wasteland.
Preston Garvey lived as a slutty femboy sissy for the rest of his life, servicing frustrated mens cocks as he left the safety of the Commonwealth in the hands of the Sole Survivor that had shown him the joy to be found in his new lifestyle.
Legate Lanius led the remains of the Legion from Hoover Dam, eventually reforming into the Nueva Roman Empire as it spread territory further south into old Mexico. The new nation was still harshly militaristic, and only after the futa’s death were women’s rights reinstated, but it eventually settled into a spartan, but more egalitarian society.
Dr. Amari along with Dala ran the Memory Den in Goodneighbor, only occasionally being immoral whenever a truly gorgeous person struck their fancy, tweaking minds only so rarely to make them into their teddy bears, but for the most part servicing the community.
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Black Mountain and Jacobstown eventually had their populations stabilize, forming the largest mutant population in the wasteland and using their vast strength and numbers to help tame the harsh Mojave and build a better tomorrow.
Big MT conducted research into alien technology, helping the wasteland recover from the resource wars of so long ago and helping prepare the Earth for the far flung future where they knew one day the Zetans would return to mess with humanity once more.
The Institute served as the technological core of the Commonwealth Provisional Government, using its knowledge for actual good rather than personal ambitions.
The mutants of Freedom Academy were soon outnumbered by their modified asexual offspring, creating a small settlement that became part of the CPG.
Vault 81 remained under the musky control of Overseer McNamara for her remaining decades of life, the ban on new children making the place eventually adult only and as the old dwellers died out, outsiders joined to fill the gap. Gwen’s offspring, raised outside the vault, retained her musk mutation and Vault 81 turned from a thriving settlement into a den of sin that people paid lots of caps to spend days, weeks, or months in at a time, becoming a destination brothel of sorts for the Commonwealth.
The three nations of the New California Republic, the Nueva Roman Empire, and the Commonwealth Provisional Government spread out across the remains of America and would spend decades, then centuries slowly rebuilding civilization until the continent was once more peaceful, albeit unrecognizable from what it had been before.
The_New_Crassius_Curio
Will there be any more fallout?
Yes! I have a new fic in the works once I’ve whittled down my current number of ongoing askbox fics to zero. Once I’ve finished running through my current works, I’ll start fresh with a consistent schedule with two or three fics, one of which could be TALES FROM THE VAULTS!
Not an askbox fic, but this next fic will follow five vaults in the ensuing days, months, years, and centuries post war. It will be heavily character focused, and here's a sneak peek at what that will look like!
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Kahtryn Bottum sighed as she looked out the car window, the city falling away behind her as the professor drove her and two of her classmates away from the university and towards Vault 68. He was always rather paranoid about following practice drills, but being dragged away almost a week before Halloween was rather annoying. She looked to her classmates in the car, two boys her age named Donny and Mark. Donny was a bit nerdy and shy, but still rather good looking with curly black hair and a kind face, being quite a bit tall on top of that. Mark was a more stereotypical jock, spiky brown hair with muscles and a varsity jacket he wore 24/7. He would be Kathryn’s type if he wasn’t dating her friend, and like her both boys had been selected for spots into Vault 68. Professor Wang parked his car outside Vault 68 and Kathryn covered her ears as the door squealed open and the four walked inside.
“Is another practice run really necessary, professor?” Mark said, clearly as frustrated as Kathryn was but the professor just shook his finger disapprovingly. “Practice makes perfect my students. You’ll be back on Monday, plenty of time for Halloween parties.” Kathryn rolled her eyes as the door shut closed. It was October 22, 2077, and she felt it was going to be a long weekend in the vault.
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The story will focus on five distinct vaults. Vaults 67, 68, 69, 70, and 71
Vault 68 has the experiment of 999 men and 1 woman while Vault 69 has 999 women and 1 man. The ultimate fate of Vault 68 and 69 two hundred years post war was revealed in this fic, 68 becoming a competitive society for the right to reproduce while 69 became a femdom society that treats men as a resource, but come see how the first generation felt about their situation and how that culture slowly built over decades. Vault 70’s experiment is also known, with vaultsuits failing after six months leaving the populace without clothes, an obvious choice for this fic. See a modest culture slowly embrace nudism out of necessity.
Vault 67 and Vault 71 are original experiments for this fic, 67 essentially speedrunning a failed vault scenario by forcing incest within the first generation, and Vault 71 creates an age gap with no women below fifty and no men over twenty-five as well as testing a variety of fertility chems.
All five vaults will be connected with extended members of the Bottum family serving as the focus characters, and while it will not be an asbox fic, I will listen to and potentially implement sound story advice for the characters. If you want to offer advice starting now, here are the central focus characters.
Vault 67 - Sandra Bottum, neglected housewife locked in her vault room for a year alongside her son(s). With a few gentle pushes of aphrodisiac, she falls in “love” with her grown sons (18+) all while her sisters and cousins experience similar things in their own rooms.
Vault 68 - Kathryn Bottum, daughter of Sandra and a student at NYU. She, her study group, and her professor regularly run practice tests over the weekends in Vault 68, coincidentally in the vault when the alarm goes off and are there to welcome the flood of panicked men rushing into the vault. A smart science focused woman, she’s quick to adjust to her situation and begins planning out how to maintain her autonomy in the increasingly stressful environment.
Vault 69 - Richard Bottum, husband of Sandra and employee of Vault Tec, Hijacked the Vault 69 project to insert himself as its sole male and overseer, a hubris filled man waiting for karma to kick him in the ass as “paradise” may be a harder sell to the women of the vault than he thought.
Vault 70 - Alicia Buxom, sister to Sandra and still has her maiden name. Embarrassed by several minor body flaws like stretch marks, inverted nipples, etc. A modest woman who must learn to gain confidence in her body if she wants to do anything but hide in their room once the clothes disappear.
Vault 71 - Celina Buxom, the mother of Sandra and grandmother of the family. Shunted by her son in law Richard to a condo in Florida, but was forced by his wife to get her a spot in the local vault. In her sixties, she finds her body and urges change and respark in the vault, the result of chems being pumped into the vents, and soon she finds herself serving as a “mentor” to the similarly riled up younger men.
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