Fallout Vault Maintenance

My name is Lucy MacLean and I'm an active contributor to the wellbeing of my community!

Repair Skills:

I enjoy participating in the Young Pipefitter's Association with my best friend Stephanie, which keeps me active!

Science Skills:

Obviously, mine are nothing compared to my dad's, but I always relish a challenge!

Speech Skills:

My primary passion is teaching American History, with a focus on ethics.

I also participate in Gymnastics Club, Fencing Team C, intermediate Phys Ed, and I dabble in Riflery! Though I'm not very good...

Ultimately my reproductive organs are intact, my hygiene well-maintained, but unfortunately I have been unable to find a suitable marriage partner. At least, one I'm not related to... And we have rules about that for a reason!

As a result I admit that I have found myself a little... hormonal lately, but I am putting all of that extra energy into my work, especially helping out Stephanie, who's been struggling with her duties since impregnation. It's hard doing double-duty, but together we can work together and continue to make the vault a happy fulfilling place!

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"Lucy!? Could you be a dear and go into that pipe-head? We need to loosen up the main pressure valve. I promise once we're finished here we can get back to the living quarters for some delicious mash potatoes!!"

Looking up from the pipboy on her wrist, the naive vault-dweller gave her companion a thumb's up:

"Okey-dokey!"

Standing together in a cramped maintenance zone on the 6th floor, the pair of vault-dwellers had been working tirelessly to bring the air regulator back online. Stepping over a discarded toolbox, Lucy struggled to move in the confined space, brushing past Stephanie's swollen belly as she passed. Both dressed in tight blue jumpsuits, neither woman could ignore the other's curves as they mashed together in the dim light.

Noses literally millimetres apart, Lucy was forced to take in the blonde's beauty: Stephanie herself was pristine as ever despite their circumstances, beautifully quaffed blonde locks cascading past high cheek bones, plump lips glossed in a bright shade of pink, intense gaze holding her own.

Blushing as Stephanie swiped hot sweaty bangs out of her huge blue eyes, Lucy peeled away awkwardly from their intimate encounter before finally bending over to insert herself into the nearest narrow duct:

"Mmm! Oh gee that's a tight squeeze!"

Voice echoing in the metal tube Lucy pressed forward, arching her back and disappearing up to the waist in the complex machinery.

Standing above the girl as she wriggled head-first into the pipe, Stephanie licked her lips; staring down at Lucy's upturned rump as it swayed in place; yellow 33 stamped across her back:

"That's right honey; just squeeze on in there..."

Swallowing hard, Stephanie fanned her face; pregnancy cravings sure were confusing.

"Oh fiddlesticks! I forgot my 2B wrench!" Lucy echoed from the steel pipe.

"Don't worry I got it!"

Reaching between Lucy's outstretched thighs, Stephanie struggled to hand the girl her tool through the cramped space; shoulder pressing up against the brunette's rump as she pushed the wrench into her grasp:

"Ohhh! T-thank you..."

Lucy's eyes crossed as Stephanie inadvertently rubbed her apex; upper arm brushing her vulnerable nethers. Shivering from this most sensitive contact; heat radiated from the brunette's under-sexed core.

Shaking her head Lucy suppressed her reaction, the vault-dweller moving the wrench into position and attempting to again distract herself with work:

"Ahh!"

Turning the valve, Lucy winced as she was doused in hot oil; lubricant spraying over her skin and matting her hair before pooling beneath her cleavage. Shielding her eyes the brunette bit her lip as she was showered. Finally releasing the pressure however, the adjustment had its intended effect.

Hearing the generator rumble back to life, Stephanie clapped the girl's blue behind:

"Good hustle!"

Flinching again Lucy flexed against the manifold; cheek rippling under contact whilst radiating a most awkward heat through her loins.

Tugging herself free of the machinery, Lucy rose up, again swiping sticky bangs back from her brow:

"Ohh my! You got oil all over your jumpsuit!"

"It's not too bad," wiping at the greasy stains on her gold and blue chest Lucy shrugged.

"Nonsense! You're filthy." Stepping once more into Lucy's personal space, Stephanie tutted:

"And you must be roasting after being in there!"

Tugging down the girl's zipper, the tight blue costume split apart down the middle to reveal Lucy's skin. Pale like a China doll, Lucy had literally never seen the sun:

"Ohh!"

Chest bursting its confinement, the girl's boobs bounced before Stephanie's hungry gaze; virginal white bra holding up her perky round globes.

The young mother-to-be just smirked however, meeting Lucy's embarrassed gaze:

"I remember this bra; I wore it when I was 16 years old. Of course, I've grown out of it..."

Blushing Lucy shrank; unfortunately she was not the perfect breeder Stephanie had proven to be. Biting her tongue, the girl squirmed nervously as she was appraised, Stephanie running her fingers over each cup:

"Lucy... May I ask you for a favour?"

Feeling their proximity Lucy nodded, piping up bravely:

"Of course Steph! Anything to help!"

"You know how with the baby coming I've come to rely on your services of late. Doing my hair, rubbing my feet, and of course, helping me pump..."

Nodding, Lucy realised just how intimate their proximity had been recently. It was unfortunate that the milking machine had been misplaced; wastage in the vault was unacceptable after all. But the pair had found an... inventive solution:

"That was my pleasure! Your milk is delicious, by the way."

"Thank you! But I have another problem I suspect we both might share..."

Tracing her fingers over white lace, Stephanie could feel the other value-dweller's engorged buds rise against her palms.

Leaning forward suddenly, Stephanie pinned the mechanic roughly to the turbine, forcing the redhead to drop the tools she had been holding; a deafening clang echoing through the open metal space as they clattered to the floor. Lucy balked, surprised by her friend's sudden invasion. Wriggling in the pregnant woman's tight embrace she tried to communicate:

'Uhh -what are you -Mmmghh! Unnnghhh!"

The goody-two-shoes was immediately muffled as the blonde captured her face, holding her still while kissing Lucy deeply, pouting lips smothering her own.

Mouth opening in shock, Lucy fell backwards against the massive machinery. Yelping in pain, her lips parted further and Stephanie's tongue slipped inside, caressing her incisors as she tasted the girl.

Lucy squirmed as the kiss deepened, Stephanie leaning in to press their bodies together; standing on tiptoe so that her swollen curves could meet the girl's lithe form as sleek, wavy dark hair drifting past her nose.

For the young vault-dweller the kiss was bruising; Stephanie had forced her against hard, protruding metal and the mechanic was made to twist awkwardly into a rotor to accommodate them both. Meanwhile the aggressive woman had practically mounted her, pressing the air from Lucy's lungs while mashing their mouths together.

But then Stephanie suddenly shifted, seemingly calming down; as if the the girl had read her mind. Slipping a bare thigh between Lucy's legs, her knee created a greater, grinding pressure against the brunette's crotch, while the demanding hand in her greasy locks loosened. The pregnant vault-dweller then tipped her face to the left, before letting her tongue glide instead of thrust, finally allowing the mechanic some much needed air.

That was when Lucy realised the tide was changing; that for all her misgivings, for all the unsaid rules they were breaking, she was actually enjoying herself.

The younger girl panted against the invading mouth, finally using her hands to push them apart:

"Stephanie!?" Lucy gasped, taking another panting breath: "What the fudge are you doing!?"

"Just fixing another vital component in our community," Stephanie explained breathlessly.

"But what about Bert?!"

"Oh I love Bert... but since my pregnancy he's been a little less engaged physically... whilst I am, well frankly friskier than ever!"

Smiling widely Stephanie ran a hand through Lucy's hair, cupping her quivering cheek. Still open-mouthed, the brunette batted her away:

"Buh - But it's against the rules! Extra-marital fraternisation creates friction for the whole community."

Stephanie laughed: "But this isn't 'extra-marital fraternisation'! This is 'essential vault maintenance' between two vault dwellers of the same sex: eliminating hormonal distraction allows us both to operate at peak efficiency."

"I-I guess..."

Pressing against the nervous brunette, Stephanie whispered into her ear:

"You're frustrated; trust me I know," grasping the mechanic's arm, the blonde pulled it down against her swollen hip.

"I can fix that, and in return you can fix me." Stephanie stated patiently, sliding her own hands into Lucy's open jumpsuit so her fingers could glide up and down the sides of her bare torso.

Frozen in place, Lucy's huge blue eyes widened in shock as she was slowly fondled, glued in position even as Stephanie stroked her sides before stepping back once more. Something in Stephanie's perfect smile, for the naive brunette it was almost predatory:

"But it's wrong! Sex is not for simple procreation! A-and same-sex partnering will not propagate our species and save America!"

Stephanie rolled her eyes:

"Oh and I suppose this is worse than those little fumbles you have with your cousin??"

Blushing, Lucy whimpered her retort:

"T-that was for practice..."

"But not exactly a sustainable practice??"

"No..."

Reaching between them as Lucy mumbled, Stephanie's fingers deftly tugged at her jumpsuit's zipper, pulling teeth apart till her fingers reached the mechanic's quivering navel. Lucy shook her head anxious, quickly attempting to re-zip her overalls, only for the pregnant woman to catch her hands in mid-flight.

"We must help each other," The blonde stated tersely, tugging the top half of Lucy's jumpsuit over her shoulders as the she stared back at her nervously: "I know just what you need... After all; what's our golden rule?"

Lucy gulped as Stephanie working to free her forearms of the sleeves of her suit; the top half left dangling from her waist:

"Treat others as one wishes to be treated..."

"Exactly."

Peeling Lucy's body free of its tight blue confinement, beneath she wore just her tiny white bra, its small cups struggling to contain her aroused bosom, the vault-dweller's exposed cleavage was flushed; glistening in the dim light whilst the top-half of the suit hung loose about her hips.

Taking charge once more, Stephanie gripped the girl's soft hands, pulling them around her own back and planting them on her behind whilst her own fingers slipped into the apex of the brunette's jumpsuit:

"Just think of it as vault maintenance; maintain my vault Lucy..."

"-Ohh!!"

Slipping into her panties, Stephanie's digits brushed through the downy blonde hair between her legs:

"-And I'll maintain yours!"

Biting her lower lip, the naive vault-dweller trembled as Stephanie tugged aside the elastic and pressed between her hot wet folds.

"Ahhh!"

Lucy gasped and twitched in pleasure, forcing Stephanie to tighten her grip around the girl's shoulder to stop her from bolting. Now tightly intertwined, Stephanie moved her lips so that they were millimetere from her friend's ear:

"Just breathe..."

Stephanie elected to touch Lucy as she would herself; methodically working her way around the girl's pulsating undercarriage. Actually enjoying how strange things had become, Stephanie began to teach the mechanic useful techniques:

"We start with this," Stephanie insisted as she ran a fingertip lightly over Lucy's clit, "And then figure out what you like."

"W-what does that even mean?!"

Stuttering, Lucy was unsure whether her nerves stemmed from embarrassment at this situation, or how Stephanie's talented fingers sent little bolts of pleasure into her belly.

"Trial and error," Stephanie stated brusquely, positioning a finger on either side of the swollen bud and rubbing them back and forth: "of course there is indirect pressure..."

Lucy sighed involuntarily and found herself leaning into her mature companion, wanting more contact.

"...or direct pressure..." Stephanie explained, flicking a digit over Lucy's clit, causing the girl to instantly spasm, her hips jerking violently against her, winding the pregnant woman:

"Woah!" Lucy panted, "Sorry!!"

"That's okay sweetheart."

Continuing her gentle movements, the blonde's quaffed locks swayed hypnotically before the vault-dweller's nervous eyes.

"Now there is a circular motion I find quite pleasurable; a best of both worlds."

Lucy's legs shook, big blue eyes widening as her friend's fingers touched her intimately once again; the goody-two-shoes had never felt anything like it before. Twitching and jerking uncontrollably, she wondered vaguely if this was a good thing, as whatever Stephanie was doing was completely unraveling her. Wasn't this supposed to be about proper maintenance?!

"Stay still!" Stephanie murmured curtly; hot breath and eye contact sending even more inappropriate surges to where her fingers moved against the girl. Lithe hips rolling against Stephanie's swirling digits Lucy moaned:

"I can't help it! Mmm-how are you sooo good at this?!"

Moving efficiently Stephanie worked her arm between the brunette's trembling thighs:

"You know I have one of these things right?"

"Unnghh!"

Driving those curled fingers into her, Lucy gasped as the blonde flowed sinuously; left eye twitching as her mouth went slack.

"Good girl," Stephanie murmured as she worked away at her companion's snatch: "mmm... just think about something that arouses you..."

Lucy forced herself to nod, knowing she could only hope to follow the latter instruction. Stephanie's blonde waves tickled her cheek, and her scent, the smell of motherhood and youthful exuberance filled her powerful nose. The vault-dweller knew she should come up with some hot fantasy, a try-annual trade hunk... but she couldn't think of anything else beside her friend as she felt glorious sensation bubbling up in her belly:

"Ohh!!"

Shuddering like she was possessed, Lucy flexed against the machinery, breath coming in short, dog-like pants, her voice small and uncertain:

"Steph...?"

"It's okay honey," Stephanie whispered, still coaxing her tutee as she made tighter, quicker circles with her fingertips:

"Just let go!"

And that was all it took. Lucy arched against Stephanie's hand and let her head lull back, wide blue eyes rolling as she felt an intense, unfamiliar but very welcome pleasure course through her body. Tensing all over, she felt weak at the same time.

"Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!!! Fudge-uhhhh!!!"

Shivering, Lucy slumped back against the machinery, lashes flickering over her huge blue eyes as she finally achieved relief after years without stimulation. Between her thighs a dark blue stain spread across the girl's jumpsuit:

"That's a good girl."

"Unnghhh... T-thank you..."

Lucy murmured gratefully.

"Don't thank me yet honey, I'm not going to be so easily maintained..."

Watching through hazy eyes, Lucy blinked as the blonde sucked her digits cleaning:

"Mmm... Now it's your turn."

Tugging open her own jumpsuit, Lucy watch in amazement as Stephanie's belly burst free from its tight blue wrap, the blonde gasping in delight:

"Uhh! That feels amazing..."

Helping the sweaty blonde peel the costume from her shoulders, Lucy looked to her nervously:

"And how exactly do I do that??"

Wriggling the jumpsuit over her swollen hips Stephanie beamed:

"Same as everything else sweetheart: by putting your back into it!"

Perching against the nearest pipe, the pregnant blonde leant back and spread her thighs; inviting her nervous companion in. Grasping the top of Lucy's head, Stephanie pushed the girl down onto her knees. Not following this implication, Lucy gasped as her friend slid her panties downward so they pooled around her heavy work boots:

"Oh my... you require oral stimulation?"

"That's right."

"Okey dokey..."

Despite herself, Lucy was captivated by the sight of Stephanie's womanhood, titling her head so she could stare into the mysterious pink vault. She had never really looked at her own before, hell she could barely call it by name, but she was enthralled by the sight of Stephanie's and despite herself she found it to be quite... pretty.

Lucy was awoken from her thoughts when she felt pressure on the back of her head, forcing her face forward into Stephanie's wet centre.

The brunette had her lips tightly shut as they were pressed into Stephanie's special area, Lucy fearing what would happen to her if she tasted from the sweet smelling, pretty looking place in front of her. And that smell was really getting to her! Lucy's nose was pressed into Stephanie's bright blonde pubic hair, the smell of the other woman further making Lucy both terrified and aroused.

"What are you waiting for honey? Get on in there!" Stephanie demanded, providing a little more pressure on the back of Lucy's head and pressing the brunette deeper into her snatch:

"Okey -mmph! Dokey - nnghhh..."

Whimpering in submission, Lucy closed her eyes, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and reluctantly gave her very first lick of another woman's pussy:

Immediately the taste surprised Lucy. Preparing herself for the worst, but this, this didn't taste bad. Quite the opposite in fact. This tasted, kind of, nice.

Cautiously Lucy stuck out her tongue again to lick Stephanie's pussy only to find it still tasted nice. And it still tasted nice when Lucy licked Stephanie again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

Soon Lucy was happily lapping away at another woman's vagina, the voices inside of her head momentarily silenced as she became lost in the taste of another woman:

"Ohh... That's it! Good girl..."

Stephanie beamed up at the ceiling. She had been afraid that the uppity little goody-two-shoes would be unwilling to provide the required stimulation. After all she was the daughter of the overseer! Knowing that, it was such a rush to look between her thighs and see that little brunette head bobbing as the young vault-dweller continued lapping at her pussy; Stephanie patting her condescendingly on the head to give the little rug muncher encouragement as she ate her out.

Of course Lucy's tongue was clumsy and inexperienced. Regardless whether or not the brunette harboured secret lesbian desires as Stephanie expected was irrelevant, the fact was that Lucy was inexperienced, practically a virgin! Fortunately for the brunette, Stephanie was more than willing to instruct her:

"Stick your tongue into me honey." Stephanie commanded as she pushed Lucy's face deeper into her core, "Push your tongue into my slot and just start moving it in and out. Come on, that's it, deeper, deeper, come on, you can go deeper than that! Ohh, that's it, now start moving your tongue up and down!" Oh that's it, right there. Rub the inside of my walls while you're doing that. Don't take your tongue out all the way!!. Keep it inside me where it belongs. That's better, now, penetrate me again with your tongue. Atta girl! It's just like licking a lolly pop!! Ugh... Now wrap your mouth around my puss and while you're at it and start sucking! Oh God!! That's it!! I knew you'd be a natural pussy please-rrrgh!!"

Stephanie's words awoke Lucy's fragile psyche from its slumber, the idea that she was a natural pussy pleaser reminding the vault-sweller of the lines she had already crossed.