The day after

I woke up hours later. My whole body ached... I felt very weak and dizzy. I saw that I was in a covered place. It smelled very strong there, it had the scent of the creature, of rotten things and of cum, a lot of cum. I soon felt like I was covered in sperm. I also felt the sticky, smelly substance flowing from my pussy... I was so broken I felt like they could put a bottle of Nuka Cola inside me and I wouldn't feel it. 

However I felt something soft and comfortable near my right leg, I saw it was my dog... Dogmeat. With my voice still weak, I called out to him.

-H-hey boy... a-are you okay?

And he was ok. He was pretty ok! When he heard my voice he got up in one jump and I could see his cock erect and with the knot already swollen. He came towards me trying to lick my face. I tried to protest:

-N-no, please I am w-weak.

But he shoved that cock all over me at once. I decided not to resist and lifted my legs to keep him from getting hurt.

I felt mixed emotions on his part. He was flustered, happy to see me alive, but also a little jealous... maybe because of what happened with the Deathclaw. He was wanting to reassert himself too and he started to push hard, he got to tuck his already swollen knot inside me and... I saw that I wasn't as enlarged as I imagined...

I was disgusted, it was like that dog wanted to punish me for being raped by Deathclaw! 
-oh.... oh... [moaning], who is the good boy?

I yelled at him to get off me! I wanted it to end!

-[moaning] d-deeper... deeper!

And when he came I felt like throwing up with that hot, voluminous cum flowing into me from that pulsing cock with that huge knot… oh, who the fuck am I kidding… I loved every second of that fuck.

After it was all over, I had to sit down to catch my breath. I felt all his cum oozing out of me, saw that huge cock... I took a deep breath and somehow felt proud... and then I smelled the horrible smell of the place and realized I couldn't be standing silly right there.

I got up, looked around, realized I was in a sewer. At least there were some rooms, which indicates that it was some access area for maintenance. Searching the place I managed to find a well-crafted pipe gun.

I manage to have to face some more giant cockroaches and even some... moles... rats? But I managed to find a way out without any problems.

When I emerged in concord I saw that the city was as silent as it was dark. It was already night and I had no idea how much time had passed. I decided to stop by the red rocket station, there was a little water there for me to clean myself. I managed to get most of the dirt off, but the gleaming Deathclaw wait clung to me.

After a few hours of walking I finally arrived in my neighborhood. I saw some movement, but I soon recognized them as the people in the museum of liberty. I approached Preston, who was surprised to see me. They thought I was dead! Well, let's say that Deatchclaw fuck was from another world...

We talked. Preston told me more of their story. Poor people, forced away from their homes, watching their friends and family die. I also shared my experience and felt my chest tighten at the sight of the time I wasted instead of looking for my baby.

Preston however reassured me. He said there wasn't much I could have done differently. If I hadn't run into them, I might have run into raiders, Supermutants, or worse. It would do no good for me to be killed or captured. He showed me the way to Diamond City, told me I had a chance of getting better information there. He also pointed out to me on the way a settlement where they asked the minuteman for help, I could ask for information there too and if possible even help them.

I wanted to leave as soon as the conversation was over, but Preston convinced me to get some rest, talk to the staff, and... try to "equip" me better. Well... a line of gooey cum from a giant mutated lizard is not the best armor a girl can have...

While looking for some clothes, Mr. Long approached me to "thank" and tell a little bit of his story:

-T-thank you t-two... I mean, thank you for saving us. - He said with enormous difficulty to turn his eyes from my breasts.

-Oh, you've been through so much.

-Yeah.. so much... I mean, We, Marcy and I lost our t-twin, OUR SON, our only son.

-That is sad, no parent should have to bury their children.  I also lost my son...

-R-really? My condolences!

-Oh no! He is not dead, but was taken from me!

-Oh, that is nasty! You should go to boobci... I mean, diamond city! If there's anywhere you can get some information about it, it's there.

-Oh thanks, Preston told me about there.

-And... I'm sorry for acting weird in our conversation...

-Don't worry, as I said, you ve been through so much... But I gotta go, I need to "milk" some information in Diamond city!

He smiled - Good luck with the milking.

Then I was approached by Mama Murphy with some esoteric chit-chat. It was something about my energy being connected to this place and about my son. I believed it at first, after all she said something about me being in a fridge... and that's pretty accurate about what I went through in the vault.

But it started with a chat about drugs and a substance called Jet. Apparently, one of the things that haven't stopped being innovated after the war is these recreational drugs, because definitely Jet is something I've never heard of. Mama Murphy explained to me that it's made from Brahmin shit, and Brahmin it's that two-headed ox I saw. It's definitely a post-war thing, not something you'll find in a vault for example. RIGHT???

Anyway, I convinced her to stop this crap. I don't know her, but I thought she was such a nice little candle. Definitely, breathing in gases from the waste of a mutated ox shouldn't do you any good. She said she'd think about it, slapped my ass and left... I found that funny.

I found some ammo, but I didn't find any clothes. I tried to wash myself one more time, but that creature's cum was still very much "glued" to me. I decided to rest at the post and continue my journey the next day.