Whale of the Wasteland - Level 1 (Patreon)

This is a Fallout themed fatfiction that I've been working on between commissions. It's a retelling of the events of Fallout 1, with some kinky twists and turns thrown in for flavour! Quick warning, it's still a Fallout story, so if there are themes of gore, body horror, satire and abuse! Reader discretion is advised.

Chloe sat at the control console for Vault 13’s inner gate, sipping on a Nuka-Cola and listening to her Pip-Boy radio through a pair of spongy yellow headphones that she’d manufactured from some leftover fridge magnets and wall insulation. Life in the vault was easy, especially when you had an assignment as cushy as gate duty. The gate hadn’t been opened in nearly a hundred years, and Chloe had no reason to think that that would be changing any time soon. The door to the elevator hissed open behind her, and two men marched out with an unwelcome sense of urgency. Chloe’s eyes rolled toward the men with lazy indifference, only to recognise the stern face of the Overseer staring down at her. She snapped to attention. Standing from her desk with such force that her headphones nearly unplugged from the Pip-Boy on her belt.

“Mr Overseer! To what do I owe the pleasure of this… unexpected visit?”

“No time for pleasantries, Chloe. We’ve got a situation. I’m going to need you to open the vault doors.”

“Open the vault?” Chloe balked. She looked past the grizzled old man to the strapping gentleman behind him. Albert Cole stood nearly a head taller than the Overseer and was twice as broad. Even before seeing him, she had recognised his cologne filling the cramped hallway. He smiled at her and winked. She didn’t return the gesture. “Why are we opening the vault?” 

“You didn’t attend my meeting,” the Overseer sighed. “Our water purification chip gave up the ghost last week. We’ve got less than six months left of drinkable water. Albert was chosen as our liaison to the wasteland. He’s being sent to Vault 15 to find us a new waterchip.”

“Happy to do it!” Albert interjected. “About time we made contact with the outside world. I’m just glad I get to be the one to put our best foot forward.”

Chloe blinked. “Sure… uh, how soon do you need the gate open?”

“Now. You have been keeping up on maintenance, haven’t you? I trust that that won’t be a problem. ” The Overseer’s blunt disapproval prickled the back of Chloe’s neck, and she swallowed before answering. “No! I’ve been on top of it. It’s just…” she gestured vaguely at the massive, lead-lined, cog that sealed the entrance. “That thing hasn’t moved in nearly a hundred years. It’s not like we’ve ever tested it.” The Overseer’s brow furrowed, and his bushy eyebrows obscured his gaze, though Chloe could still feel his eyes burning holes into her skull. “I’ll get it open right away!” She spun on her heel and sat at the console, grabbing the controls with both hands. The pistons were lubricated, the hydraulics were pressurised. She pulled down the lever to extend the arm that would roll the gate aside. It slid into position and grabbed hold of the cog, rolling it back several feet and coming to a loud lurching halt.

“Chloe?” The Overseer growled.

“Sorry, sir. Just a bit sticky. I’ll do a reset.” She frantically checked the gauges, hoped the problem wasn’t serious, and then slapped the button to roll back the gate to its starting position. “I can probably squeeze through.” Albert offered. He approached the door and slid his shoulder between the teeth of the cog. Chloe was too busy checking the systems for errors to pay attention. “Albert, come away from there. We’ll get someone from maintenance to fix this. Chloe, I’m very disappointed that you – Good lord!” Chloe looked up in time to see Albert squeeze both legs through the inner door, just as the cog began rolling back. She yelped and tried to abort the reset, but the controls weren’t responding. Albert seemed to freeze for a moment, as if debating whether to pull his torso through or to try to get his legs back out. He chose the latter and only managed to get his left leg inside the frame before the first tooth of the cog made contact and crushed his right leg with an audible snap. Albert shrieked, and the door continued moving. “Don’t just stand there, do something!” The Overseer bellowed, grabbing Chloe by the shoulder and shaking her.Chloe stared down at the controls, which were now flashing warning lights, but still weren’t responding to her inputs. She jumped to her feet, throwing off her headphones and ran over to Albert, grabbing his free arm and tugging him back inside, but by this point, the teeth of the gear had reached his chest. Try as she might, the big man wouldn’t budge. Albert gurgled and sputtered as the gear began to close over his face. His skin flooded bright pink and seemed to stretch vertically, before bursting like a cherry tomato. His arm came free, popping from the stump of his shoulder and sending Chloe falling onto her behind. The door slammed shut as one of Albert’s eyeballs launched across the room and bounced to a stop, just a few inches from the toe of the Overseer’s boot. 

Chloe looked up at him from where she was seated, still holding Albert's arm. The Overseer’s face was nearly as red as Albert’s had been just a moment ago.

“Chloe.” He let her name hang in the air a moment before continuing. “My office. Thirty minutes.”