[BONUS] Vault 69 Pt. 5 (Fallout) [RELEASED] (Patreon)

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Themes: Rough Sex, Breeding, Mystery

Summary: Part 5 of Vault 69. When all of your SPECIAL stats are maxed out, some... odd things can happen. After a long day of settling issues around the Vault, the Overseer heads to his quarters for a night of rest and relaxation, planning to enjoy the company of his maids. What he finds instead is a complete stranger waiting for him... and due to his maxed out Luck score, Miss Fortune is all too eager to find out just what he's packing in that Vault Suit of his. 

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It had been a long day, needless to say. Even if he was who he was, running a vault was never easy. Especially not a vault like Vault Sixty-Nine. He was Overseer not just to a whole lot of people, but to be more precise, nine-hundred and ninety-nine women. Well, nine-hundred and ninety-six now. Accidents happened, crime happened, death… happened.

Today he’d had to deal with a death in the Vault. There was nothing sinister about this one though. The woman had simply managed to trick VaultTech with fraudulent reports of her health and had managed to sneak into the vault with a terminal illness. Having access to quite a lot of VaultTech’s data, both from what they were willing to give him and from what he was willing to hack into using his immense intellect, the Overseer knew for a fact that she would never have been admitted if they’d known she was due to die in six months.

He didn’t blame her, though. He couldn’t, even if at the same time, he did somewhat look down upon her. It was hard not to look down at everyone, in a way. Humans were so… concerned with their own mortality, at times. Of course, the Overseer was human as well, but he had a higher purpose. Yes, he couldn’t very well die any time soon, but not because he was afraid of death. It just wasn’t in his plans. And he intended for each and every one of his plans to come to fruition.

By the time he passed from this world, Vault Sixty-Nine WOULD be ready for the future. The Overseer would allow nothing less. It was his job, his duty, and his responsibility, and he fully intended to see it through. Still, now the doctors had to go through the rest of the Vault’s residents and give them all thorough check-ups to make sure no other terminally ill women, or women with defects had managed to slip past VaultTech’s clearly lax security measures.

It wasn’t like they could kill such residents if any women were found like that, but they would be taken out of the pool. He already had enough on his plate, to be wasting time impregnating someone who might not survive the next nine months, or who might give birth to a child who wouldn’t grow into a healthy adult, given how important every new life was down here.

He acknowledged that it was callous, just because he was hyper-intelligent didn’t mean he didn’t have empathy. But he was the Overseer, and it was up to him to handle these things in a calm and collected manner. Sometimes that meant making tough decisions. Still, he could do what was right for the Vault without hurting those who meant no true harm, and that was exactly what he would do.

Regardless, the day had been long, yes, but at least it was finally coming to a close. Heading back to his quarters, the Overseer can’t help but look forward to an evening of rest and relaxation, enjoying the company of his personal maids and the food that they had no doubt made for him. Coming to a stop outside his door, the young man smiles at the thought, before reaching out and palming the door switch.

The first thing he notices when he steps inside, however, is the quiet. No one greets him, and this puts the Overseer on edge, even as he walks further into his quarters. He knows immediately that his maids… they’re not here. He’s not sure how that’s possible, not sure WHERE they would be, but he can tell, just by listening for heart beats, that there’s only one woman in the set of rooms, and SHE is not anyone he knows. Her smell is unfamiliar to him, everything about her is unfamiliar to him.

Finally turning the corner and entering the dining room, the Overseer lays eyes on his uninvited guest. He blinks dumbly after a moment, staring at a woman who… well, she’s certainly an oddity, to say the least. Wearing a feather helmet and a bandana over her face, the gorgeous femme fatale has her legs up on the dining table, sitting in HIS chair as she is at the table’s head. Her very long, very shapely legs. Wearing stockings and not much else, she’s got a sleeveless leotard on that leaves not much at all to the imagination.

Creamy thighs, lots of cleavage… she’s beautiful. But she’s also dangerous, if the shoulder armor and the leg-guards and the armbands are any indication. Of course, more than anything else, the silver six-shooter she’s holding casually in one hand is a dead giveaway that she means business. He immediately recognizes that, as far as he knows, she’s not a part of the Vault. Which just brings up the question… how did she get in here?

For the first time in, well, ever, the Overseer finds himself unable to immediately answer a question. For the first time since they upped his SPECIAL stats to max and made him something practically superhuman so that he could run this vault, the young man is well and truly stumped. Still, he’s in no way socially awkward. 

Letting his lips curl into a curious smile, the Overseer walks forward and takes a seat calmly and carefully at the other end of the dining table. Amusingly enough, his skin is rated for small arms fire thanks to the concoction they’d injected him with, increasing his Toughness by so damn much. He’s not in any real danger, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Hello there. I have to ask… who are you?”

Her eyes had been on him from the moment he entered. Interestingly, he hadn’t been able to discern anything from looking into her gaze. Usually, a woman’s eyes could tell you an awful lot about them, and even with the rest of her face covered, he should have been able to get SOMETHING from her. But no, beyond seeming to be waiting for him (obviously) and being slightly bored, he didn’t know what she was thinking.

Once he speaks, however, the woman’s entire body language changes. She takes her feet off of the table and rises from her chair as the corners of her eyes crinkle in what’s obviously a smile, even if her lips are hidden behind her mask. As she makes her way around the table towards him, everything about her SCREAMS seduction… up to and including the six-shooter still held lazily in one hand.

The Overseer remains seated, watching her as she comes up and leans back against the table right next to him. Only then does she speak.

“… You can call me Miss Fortune, honey. Sorry for dropping in like this, but I just HAD to make your acquaintance.”

Raising an eyebrow, he considers that for a moment. With an intellect like his and the knowledge at his disposal, it’s easy enough to draw a conclusion… but it does still boggle the mind, a little. It speaks of something beyond everything he now knows about science and how the universe works. And to be fair, he knows QUITE a lot.

“You were attracted to me by my luck?”

For a moment, it’s clear he’s surprised her. Her eyes widen in shock and she pauses in her casual spinning of her gun, just staring at him. After a moment though, she laughs.

“Oh, you’re a clever one too, aren’t you honey? Yes, I suppose I was. I could FEEL it from so far away. I could feel YOU.”

The silver six-shooter hits the table with a thunk, and quite suddenly his chair is pushed back as this ‘Miss Fortune’ straddles his lap and places her hands in his hair, grinding her crotch into his increasingly thick hard-on.

“I needed to find out just how… mm, lucky you truly were. And from what I’m currently feeling, you’re very lucky indeed. Heh, what do I call you, handsome?”

Well, this he’s actually very familiar with. Placing his hands on her hips, the young man smirks at Miss Fortune, even as he thrusts up against her core, causing her to gasp and moan in arousal.

“You can call me Overseer. Or sir. Either is fine.”

“Oooh, yes sir. I’ll be happy too, so long as you show me exactly what you’re packing in that Vault Suit of yours.”

He may not have an actual way of explaining what’s happening right now. There are still a lot of questions, and he’s not sure they’ll ever get answers. But now that he’s gotten SOME information, he at least has a general idea of what the situation is, and more importantly… how to handle it. It’s the work of a few moments to release his thick erection from his crotch. His Vault Suits are specifically designed for ease of access, something he takes advantage of now.

As it turns out, Miss Fortune’s outfit is designed for ease of access too. It’s the work of a couple moments to pull down the straps of her slutty leotard and let her breasts fall free, and it takes even less time to pull the crotch of her leotard to the side and slide his cock right up into her cunt. Those eyes of hers go wide again, before fluttering shut as she moans from beneath her mask.

Feeling something impetuous, and altogether confident now in his control of things, the Overseer pulls down said mask, revealing a rather pretty face. As he expected, he doesn’t actually recognize her, not one bit. She is NOT one of the nine-hundred and ninety-seven women left in Vault Sixty-Nine. He knows this for a fact, given that his memory is now perfect, and he’s seen every last one of their faces.

She’s still quite beautiful though, and with ruby red lips as well. She looks startled for a moment that he’s revealed her face, but before she can respond, the Overseer is kissing her, his lips smashing against hers, and his tongue questing for entry into her mouth. When she gives it after a moment of tensing up, he intertwines his tongue with hers, and begins to bounce her up and down on his cock, his hands gripping her waist and her back at this point, all but clinging to her as he thrusts up into her from below.

Miss Fortune moans into his mouth, her feathered helmet getting knocked loose somewhere along the way, revealing short cropped hair. But even if she doesn’t wear her hair long, there’s no denying that this mysterious beauty is ALL woman. And if there’s one thing the Overseer knows how to do, it’s handle women.

They go from the chair to the table after a few minutes, the silver six-shooter pushed aside so he can lay her back on the table and thrust into her from anew in this changed position, leveraging all of his strength and every inch of his cock into fucking Miss Fortune silly. And fuck her silly he does, if the moans and the constant orgasms are any indication. Like the women he’s had before her, she’s prone to cumming quickly and profusely from the feel of his big fat cock and his impeccable technique churning up her insides.

When he pulls away from her lips finally in order to slide his mouth down to her neglected tits, Miss Fortune moans, finding her voice again, even as she slides her fingers through his hair and grinds her down onto her soft mammaries one by one.

“Oooh, yesssss~ Just like that. F-Fuck, I see now I wasn’t wrong to come here. You really are a lucky one, Mister Overseer… and so am I, for having met you! Mm, do it! Fucking do it already!”

He knows what she wants. It’s the same thing they all want, all the time. So, without further ado, the young man gives Miss Fortune what she’s demanding and cums deep inside of her tight, hot cunt. He fills her womb to the brim with his seed, painting her insides white with his ejaculate. She moans as it happens, but when it keeps coming, when he fills her with far more than she’s expecting, the mysterious woman’s eyes pop open and she just stares at him in disbelief for the duration of his release.

When he finally finishes, Miss Fortune’s eyes are hooded, and she has an immensely satisfied look on her face.

“… Very lucky indeed. Take me to bed, sir. Please?”

The Overseer lifts Miss Fortune off of the table and carries her to the master bedroom. The moment she’s off his cock, she gets on her hands and knees and reaches back to spread her pussy lips wide, offering herself once more to him. Needless to say, neither of them get much sleep that night, though eventually, he DOES get a chance to get some rest once she’s fully passed out.

However, the next morning Miss Fortune is nowhere to be found. His maids on the other hand are very confused, unsure of what happened and where they were. The Overseer lets it pass, knowing that their absence was almost certainly not their fault. Sometimes things in this new world just don’t make sense, and that’s something he’s clearly going to have to come to terms with.

He does double check of course, once his day has started and he’s taken care of anything that requires his immediate attention. But no woman wearing the face that he saw beneath that mask last night exists in the vault database. Over the next few days, the Overseer makes a point of spending time with all nine-hundred and ninety-seven women in the vault in some capacity, just to get a good view of them all… and still, none are who he’s looking for.

Like a ghost, Miss Fortune has vanished just as quickly as she inserted herself into his life. It’s certainly intriguing, but he decides not to dwell on it too much. Vault security is checked over, and with all the seals in place, the Overseer chalks it up to just one of those things he can’t explain, even with his immense intellect.

And yet, somehow, he doesn’t think that was the last he saw of Miss Fortune. He gets the feeling that she just might show up again some time, perhaps with a pregnant belly, or perhaps to try to secure one if these first few times didn’t quite take. That woman, just like every other, had been absolutely ecstatic to have him cum inside of her. 

As the Overseer of Vault Sixty-Nine, he’d merely done his duty. No woman left unimpregnated, after all.