[This story is set in the universe of the game Fallout 2. Any locations, NPCs and other in-game concepts are all the intellectual property of the original creators. No infringement is intended. If you don't like the idea of "tampering" with the game lore, don't read.]
[This story has a muscular female protagonist who likes it rough, and has some very specialized kinks. If this kind of stuff is not to your liking, don't read.]
[I like muscles. I especially like women with muscles. If you don't like that, don't read.]
[This chapter also contains some non-sexual exposition.]
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Jenny stared at the pale, greenish tablets on the countertop.
"Well? Whaddaya think?" Liz was grinning, though her grin combined with her permanent scowl to create a sort of hybrid facial expression. "Chems aren't easy to get in this here town, but I got a small supply cache in the back."
"And you're just going to give these to me for free?" Jenny was familiar with the appearance of Buffout, the strengthening chem. She just hadn't expected to see any here, much less to be offered it for free.
Liz spread her arms. "I think of it as doing my part against mutant domination. If you can break Francis's winning streak, it'd strike a blow against mutant morale. You're a fantastic looking gal, you know -- people gotta see that us real humans can match the muties and their supposed advantages. What else would drive the point home better than a woman like you beating Francis at their own game?"
"I'm not so sure about this 'mutant domination' you're talking about," Jenny said carefully. "So far, I haven't seen any oppression going on."
Liz's scowl was back. "You just don't see beneath the surface yet. 'Course, you're from out of town and you only been here a day, so you won't know. You should talk to Jacob. He's the town chemist. He and his wife Aileen... well..." She leaned in conspiratorially. "Let's just say there's some of us who want to change the... status quo." She pronounced those last syllables with an exaggerated twang.
"Maybe after you bruise Francis's ego a bit, I'll arrange an introduction, get you in on the action. You'd be a big help to our cause, girlfriend." Liz put out her hand and stroked Jenny's arm admiringly, running her hand slowly up and down. Jenny was wearing a sleeveless denim vest this morning, which she had bartered for from one of the local patrolwomen. They called themselves the "Unity Patrol". From what Jenny had gathered through conversing with them, they seemed to be standing for diametrically opposite values from Liz and her friends.
She turned her attention back to the Buffout tablets on the counter, ignoring Liz's blatant admiration of her muscled arm. As far as she could tell, this was the genuine article. Stuart Little at the Jungle Gym wasn't particularly bothered by chem use -- it was New Reno after all, where drugs were sold on every street corner openly. In fact, Jenny remembered when she had first wanted to join up and become a prize fighter.
"We don't take scrawny girls," the midget had scoffed, even after seeing Jenny's build. Jenny was beefy even then. "Maybe go take some Buffout, then come back. But even then, take a look at these guys! They'll chew you up and spit you out." He had waved in the general direction of the other denizens of the Jungle Gym -- big and brawny to a man, grunting and huffing away at their weights.
"Those that still have teeth, you mean," Jenny had shot back. She had been determined -- hitting the weights together with the men, and with Pounding Patty, the only other woman boxer in the gym.
Jenny had made him change his tune, and without resorting to Buffout. It was rather difficult to find outside New Reno, since it had a fairly niche application. Also, the drawback was that even without becoming addicted, a user suffered serious exhaustion and fatigue approximately six hours after initial ingestion.
"If I take the Buffout, I might just be able to beat Francis," Jenny thought. But after that, she would probably be as weak as... well... a girl. And that would never do, if she intended to repay Francis in kind for the forfeit she had given him. Francis would get suspicious for sure, if the woman who outmuscled him got all soft and weak later in the night.
"I'll have to get him late at night, then finish the gimping within 6 hours," she decided. It could be done.
She took the pills and nodded. "Alright. Thanks for your help, Liz. I'll put these to good use."
"I bet you would," Liz smiled, though on her face it looked more like an ugly smirk. She stepped in closer. "You know... if you ever feel like a bit of company... say, you need a massage after all your muscular exertions or something..."
Jenny gently disengaged. "I'll think about that, Liz," she said as politely as she could.
Liz looked a little disappointed. "Well alright then. Go out there and kick mutie butt. Me and the others, we'll be there tonight cheering you on."
Jenny stepped out into the warm, dry air. Somehow, she felt as though she had stepped out of a very unpleasant place indeed. The pills were safe inside an inner pocket, but she privately nursed doubts about them. Were they really clean Buffout? What was their provenance? Should she risk it? Did she really want to beat Francis that badly?
Hell, yes, she decided. She did. She wanted to drink in the expression of defeat that would be on his face. She wanted to stare into his eyes and see the crushing knowledge there that he had just been beaten in a contest of strength by a human woman. She wanted to hoist him onto her back and drag him to his room for... all manner of things. Just thinking of it made her moist.
The caravan office was just across the street, and just then, a super mutant stepped out of the door. For a moment Jenny thought it was Francis, but this one was... older and craggier looking. He was also attired differently, wearing some elaborate armor of some kind. He even had a pair of goggles strapped to his forehead.
The super mutant turned to talk to someone standing in the doorway -- Jenny recognized Bill, the caravan master. Then they both shook their heads, and the mutant plodded away, seemingly deep in thought. He noticed Jenny standing outside the general store, though, and for a moment he hesitated. Then he gave a friendly nod.
"Well, hello there," he hailed.
Jenny approached him. "Hello. I'm Jenny. Who're you?"
He cracked a grin. "Oh, I know who you are," he chuckled. "Hell, ain't a soul in this town who hasn't heard of you by now, even those who don't usually go to Phil's, or who got no truck with Francis. You're that buff gal who had the guts to take up Francis's challenge. Heard you put on a pretty good show, too, going bare-chested and all."
