***Authors note: What was supposed to be a one week break turned into three weeks, oops. Anyway, I’m back, here’s more Dan smut.***
“Shit!” Tom hissed with pain, wagging his fingers as smoke rose from his Pip-Boy. It sometimes needed to be tinkered with, and while he wasn’t an engineer, he understood enough about the device to fix most problems. The screen had been flickering and reading information wrong for the past two days. Two days too many. If it gave him wrong information about Dan, it could prove fatal.
He sucked his burnt finger until the pain subsided. Pip-Boys could be devious little tools, just like everything in the wasteland. Tom worked by lamplight, an old bulb sputtering and crackling. It was amazing it worked at all.
Tom and Alli took refuge in an abandoned asylum for the night. It seemed a bit dramatic to him, but it was the only large building for miles. Once they found the second floor to be clear of any wicked monstrosities, they had decided to stay there the night. Alli had been worried about ghosts. As a scientist, he couldn’t believe she thought suck childish things were real. An abandoned asylum in the wasteland could house many real threats.
Which meant there was plenty that could kill him, but not on this floor at least.
Tom finished meddling with his Pip-Boy, the screen fluttering to life. After a couple of hits, he was sure it was fixed. Another win for science! He put it on triumphantly, grinning like a fool the whole time. It was a small victory, but victories were victories. Turning from the table, he poked his head into the hallway. Alli was nowhere to be found.
“Alli. Alli!” He snapped, waiting for the girl to pop out with a harsh word or an inappropriate joke. Silence greeted him. Damn girl must have run off somewhere to explore. What did she say she was doing? Ah, yes, ‘ghost hunting.’ Whatever that meant.
Grabbing his pistol, he clicked the lamp off and stepped into the hallway. Night was coming fast, and strange shadows were already appearing around rusty beds and shattered windows. He stepped on some glass as he marched through the building. The cracking echoed back to him.
Tom clicked on his Pip-Boys flashlight. It spluttered to life. Barely. It shot out a dull orange light. He’d have to go back and change the bulbs, but first he wanted to make sure he knew where Alli was. After all, she *was* his bodyguard. He just hoped she had forgotten he was supposed to pay her.
He kept his hand near his holstered weapon on instinct. A lifetime of things jumping out at you from corners formed hard to break habits. He once had a ghoul lunge for him from inside a giant stuffed bear. Inside! It ended up chewing through the face to get to him before he shot it. After the terrible Ghoul Bear experience, he swore off carnivals.
Tom had no idea why they were in separate rooms. Wasn’t smart for survival. When he found her, he’d bring her back to his room, for safety of course. Power in numbers, and all that. If something came at them in the night, then at least they wouldn’t die alone.
Soft moaning floated down from one of the rooms, causing his skin to crawl. He didn’t believe in ghosts. Ghosts weren’t real. They couldn’t be. Still, he slowed his pace and crouched down. He turned his flashlight off too, darkness sinking in around him and only amplifying the creepiness. There was a light up ahead, coming from one of the rooms. He’d check his pistol, but bullets didn’t work against ghosts. Maybe?
Tom crept forward, prepared for the worst, spine tingling like a centipede trying to escape out his back. He was glad he left his hat in his room and peeked around the corner.
No ghosts, just Alli masturbating. Tom deflated in relief.
He should have been able to recognize what *masturbating* sounded like at this point, he was an adult. The dark made you believe funny things. Tom was about to stand up and confront her, but he stopped himself.
Alli was on her back, dirty hair a tussle around the grey pillow. The old bedsheets were covered in moth holes, torn in a few places. The metal frame was marred with brown rust, and the other bed next to it was stained black. She wore her tunic, but her pants were discarded on the floor. From this angle she couldn’t spot him, though he doubted she’d even notice if she could.
Her hips were pushed in the air, toes curling bunches of the sheets as she pushed her fingers into her pussy. Alli ground against herself, breathing heavily and sweat dotting her forehead.
“Oh, Tom, fuck,” groaned the petite woman and Tom’s heart almost shot out of his chest in fear she’d caught him. After a few more groans like that, he realized she was masturbating to *him.* Alli closed her eyes and groped herself through her tunic, still fingering herself.
His cock hardened, and Tom twitched. Peeping was so perverted. He was a scientist! He was above this. Shouldn’t he stop her?
Instead, suppressing his shame, Tom slowly undid his belt buckle and fished his cock out. He needed a trim, but there just wasn’t any time anymore. He watched as she turned away from him and he got a view of her bare ass right before her other hand reached around and she slipped a finger up her ass.
“Mmm, fuck me.” Alli moaned. Tom’s cock hardened instantly, and he slowly began to jerk himself off. He hadn’t masturbated in a long time. He deserved this. Besides, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. As she fingered both holes, groaning and breathing, Tom jerked himself off with increasingly speed in the dark hallway.
Of course, he could have walked in and she would have fucked him. He could get some real action instead of just watching. So, why didn’t he? There was something about the idea of fucking Alli that both excited and confused him. He wanted to but couldn’t. Not yet.
Tom jerked off in the dark, watching Alli from around the corner as she shoved a second finger up her ass. He licked his lips, mouth dry as he felt an orgasm building. It started as a pressure in his balls, and he tensed as if that could stop him from finishing too early. He wanted to cum when she came, and he slowed down. Tom tried to control his breaths.
“Oh, Tom, I-I’m…I’m…” She tried to say but couldn’t finish. The sentence was lost in a loud squeal as she continued pleasuring herself through her orgasm. He gripped his cock, pumping away, determined to finish with her. Yes, yes, almost there. Almost!
Footsteps from the end of the hallway stopped him. They were heavy and slow, and Tom’s cock shriveled up as he listened. Concern turned to worry, which turned into fear. Only one thing he knew had big, clunky steps like that. He watched with wide eyes as the neckless heads of two Supermutants appeared around the corner.
Tom dashed into the room, cock still out and flopping limply. Alli rolled onto her back and yelped in surprise when she saw him. “Tom! What’re you,” she glanced down at his cock, and a big idiot grin spread on her face. “Were you watching me?”
“Supermutants in the hallway. Two of them. Coming this way.” He hissed, and her smiled vanished.
“I don’t have my gun.”
“I’ve got my pistol.” Tom said, pulling it out. It was lighter than he thought it would be. He dropped the clip and saw that he *forgot to load it*. Well, maybe if he threw it hard enough…
“Wouldn’t have mattered. Here, here, get in this closet. Don’t look at me like that, just get in!” She snapped. The shaking footsteps were too close now, and Tom let himself get pushed inside the old metal closet. There were slats through the door, and he realized there was a human skull in there with him. He frowned, wondering if he would join his new macabre companion.
As the door shut, Alli spun on the two Supermutants entering the room. They were hulking, radridden monstrosities. Nearly eight feet tall, the beasts had puke yellow skin and lacerations covering their arms and faces. Their beady eyes fell on Alli, lips curled in a permanent sneer that showed their yellow teeth. Tom cursed himself. She’d die here, and he’d get a front row seat to watching her get ripped apart.
He couldn’t afford another bodyguard!
One of them pointed to her, slightly taller and without a nose. “Her.” It grunted. The other nodded. He had a trio of scars on his face as if he were slashed by the worlds largest fork. Or a Deathclaw, when Tom looked longer.
They stepped toward her, hands flexing and unflexing. Tom was Alli was trembling, and she held her hands out. “Hey there, big guys.”
The Supermutants moved uncharacteristically fast, Noseless grabbing her and flinging her on the bed. Scarface pulled the bed from the wall, and it squealed in protest. So did Alli, though she held her composure with surprising grace. Not like she could fight back. No one could fight back two Supermutants without a weapon and some power armor. She tried to cross her legs, but Noseless grabbed her knees and yanked them open. He grinned and started to undo his belt buckle. So did Scarface.
Alli must have been as surprised as Tom, given the shock on her face. Supermutants were famously sexless. So why were these two sporting a pair of thick yellow cocks and oozed green precum, jerking them off and staring down at Alli the way a dog looked at meat. Tom felt more than a little emasculated looking at those massive dicks, but that didn’t stop his from hardening as Noseless grabbed her legs and yanked her toward him. Scarface draped his over Alli’s face. They were comically huge, and she was nearly half their size. Tom wondered how she would fare.
He wished he had his notebook, considering how rare it was for Supermutants to attempt to breed. It was in the other room though. He grabbed his cock as Noseless pressed against Alli.
“We can be civilized, rig- hrk,” Alli’s question was cut off as Scarface pushed into her mouth. Noseless bucked his hips then, and Tom watched in amazement as her pussy stretched easily around that fat prick. Alli moaned loudly. Hardly the reaction he expected. Because of her smaller size, the Supermutant cock bulged obscenely through her abdomen.
Tom shamelessly jerked off while watching his petite bodyguard get spitroasted by hulking Supermutants. One of them yanked her tunic open, tiny tits bouncing with each thrust from Noseless. The bed squeaked terribly. This was probably the most it’s moved in decades. Alli seemed to have no difficulty opening her throat for Scarface, gagging and drooling while she sucked and deepthroated the dark yellow cock.
Scarface pulled himself out of her mouth and slapped his cock on her face. Spit and precum left a streak on her cheek. When he presented his balls, she had no problem sucking on the heavy, hairless nuts. Of course she was showing such eagerness. She was just trying to survive after all…Right?
Tom watched as Noseless pulled out of her. No resistance from her. He lifted her lower body up a little bit more and a nasty grin spread on his face. Tom was near to bursting when Noseless shoved himself up her ass. This prompted her to squeal, but as he started bucking, she fell into moans. Her toned thighs were so small compared to the Supermutant that his whole hand wrapped around her. These monstrosities really would have no problem ripping her apart.
She sucked on the other nut for a while before Scarface presented his cock for her. This time he didn’t have to force her down. She grabbed the base of his cock in two hands and opened her mouth wide, somehow swallowing it. Tom watched with wide eyes and a slack jaw as her throat stretched and her eyes watered. She swallowed the whole thing. He looked down at the skull, who must have been sharing his sentiment, since its jaw was nowhere to be found.
Tom wondered how she was so loose and flexible. He always thought her desire of letting Dan have his way with her was just a macabre fantasy. Now, he was certain she could probably be gutted by the beast and be fine. Alli pulled her face off the cock with a satisfied pop, moaning and jerking it off. “I-I’m cumming!” She shouted. Her stomach flexed and she pinched a nipple while she came. Noseless continued pounding away at her. He thrust with such force that the poor bed final gave out, collapsing underneath her. Scarface grabbed her by the hair, holding her up. She was suspended in the air, held up by two Supermutant cocks and seeming to love every second of it. Tom clenched his eyes and stifled a groan of pleasure as he busted all over the inside of the closet door.
The post-nut regret began to settle in the longer he watched. He should be doing something to help her. All he had was an empty gun and this skull. He shouldn’t have jerked it to her being pulled back and forth between two Supermutants. Stupid! He really *was* a pervert. Tom very much didn’t want to be there, but unfortunately couldn’t help but continue to stare in wonderment as Alli was twisted and manhandled.
Her arms swung limp back and forth. Noseless would pull her back, and then Sarface yanked her the other way. Their bulges looked like they were trying to compete in touching her. Her gargles and groans filled the room, her chin a sloppy mess. There was a puddle of spit near Scarface’s feet, and a puddle of cum near Noseless’.
They came at the same time. Poor Alli. Her eyes snapped open as cum poured down her throat and she was forced to guzzle it down as fast as possible. It wasn’t possible. She coughed and green cum flew from her lips like a shotgun. It didn’t help that she was being filled up from the other end too. Her stomach grew, and cum shot out her nostrils like milk. To Tom’s alarm, some eyes started to leak out of her eyes as she was literally filled to the bursting point. When she looked nine months pregnant, and cum poured out of every hole it could escape from, the Supermutants finally dropped her in the smelly green puddle they produced and shot the rest of their load over her twitching body. The rank stench assaulted Tom’s nose. Alli was barely visible under all that cum, her leg twitching absently as Supermutant nut poured out of her gaping guts.
Tom’s Pip-Boy blinked a warning. He looked down, and his stomach dropped.
Something crashed through the first floor. A roar rocked the asylum. The Supermutants shared a look.
“Big Boy.” Noseless grunted.
“Clawy Boy.” Scarface confirmed.
The buckled their belts and stomped off to go deal with Dan, who was no doubt coming for Alli. As soon as they were gone, Tom burst out of the closet, heart thumping in his chest. Alli looked up at him and grinned.
“Did you bust?” She asked.
“Dan’s here! Try to clean yourself, hopefully the Supermutant smell will throw him off. Do you have any spare clothes?” Tom barked, looking around the room. Only when another roar echoed down the hallway did Alli push herself slowly to her feet. Cum plopped out of her asshole in a wet stream.
“Uh. No. Just some towels.”
“Fuck it! Strip down, dry off as best you can, and take one towel. I’ll be back in a second.” He ordered.
“Where are you going?” She asked, pulling her ruined shirt off and standing naked in the middle of the room.
“My research, and your gun!” Tom was off down the hallway, sprinting as fast as he could. Class cracked and snapped under his boots. It felt like the ground shook from the fighting right underneath them, and Tom knew how useful a layer of concrete was between him and three monsters.
Worth fuck all.
Below, one of the Supermutants screamed in pain. Tom burst into his room. Shotgun blasts cut through the screaming and the shouting, numbing his senses. Each roar from Dan hurt his ears. His head was light as he grabbed his papers and stuffed his notebook away in haste. Alli’s rifle was in the corner. Tom snatched it up and ran right as one of the Supermutants backed up the stairs, shotgun blasting away. Shells clinked onto the floor. Tom tore down the hallway, sparing a glance over his shoulder just in time to watch Scarface lose half his head to a swipe of claws. They were tough, but Deathclaw’s were the apex predator for a reason.
Feeling Dan’s sable eyes on his back, Tom rushed back into Alli’s room. She wore nothing but a towel and actually looked a little worried. Her cum filled stomach pushed against the towel. Tom yanked the window open and ushered her through. The two of them jumped out right as Dan threw the Supermutant past their room. Another roar ripped at the night, causing Tom’s bones to buzz and his ears to ring.
As soon as they hit the ground, they were running across the wasteland. Tom could only hope that his hypothesis about the Supermutant cum was correct. He surmised that Dan was only drawn to females, not males. Neither spoke to each other as they put the solitary building behind them, the sounds of screams, gunfire, and cracking stone fading away.
Dan’s roars hounded after them, but soon those were gone too.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tom wheezed. They finally stopped after what felt like forever. Alli finally looked back to normal, except for her hair being matted and caked with cum. She looked tired, but all the running had left a trail of green nut behind them. He hoped Dan wasn’t smart enough to follow it.
“Well…We got out.” Alli said.
“Barely! Now look where we are!” Tom spun in a circle, hands outstretched. They were in the middle of a dark expanse of nothing. Overhead, the arm of the galaxy stretched across the sky, an azure rip in the cosmos.
“But alive.”
“God-fucking-damnit,” Tom wiped the back of his hand against his forehead. Lost. Tired. Hungry. Alli had just been spitroasted by Supermutants and nearly captured by Dan. “We have to be more careful.”
“Maybe if I fuck Dan…” Alli started.
“No! No fucking the test subject. Besides, what if he fucks you and picks up on your scent every time we follow him?”
“Could be fun.” She grinned.
“He would *kill me*.”
“Oh, right.” Her grin vanished. Tom pinched his nose and took a deep breath. At least the air was fresh. They would just have to walk. He opened his Pip-Boy, zooming through the map he downloaded to find the nearest town. They’d get there by dawn, if they were lucky. They weren’t safe yet. Out in the wasteland at night was still a death sentence for the inexperienced.
“Let’s go. We need to be quick.” Tom ordered and started marching north. Alli fell in beside him, pulling him away from a rock he didn’t see while he fiddled with his Pip-Boy. He hit it a couple times, its weak light coming on. It flickered a couple times before dying.
“It’s a full moon, we’ll be fine,” Alli suggested. Tom sighed and did his best not to think about what happened. Once they were safe, he could think. He nearly ran straight into a cactus, but Alli pushed him out of the way.
“So…Were you really getting off to me?” She shot him a sultry glance.
“Shush.” Tom snapped.
They marched through the night. Tom fell three times, but a scraped chin was better than being torn apart by Dan.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/csxreq/alli_and_the_supermutants_fallout_eu_scifi
omg, so hot