Skyhammer: A Fallout Futanari story

Story by FutaKerrigan

This is a Fallout: NewVegas Fanfiction

I do not own Fallout, any of its characters or places, nor do I own the world, guns, game mechanics, and blah blah blah blah. The characters represented are all fictional, just based merely off of the Fallout world. The Fanfiction is very mature, containing a multitude of fetishes and might harm your mental health by reading it. . . er, something like that. Don’t read unless you are the required age in your country or province to read sexually explicit material. Under no circumstances should you not laugh at the funny parts. I demand you laugh at the funny parts.

I will probably include the following fetishes:: Futa/Futa, Female/Futa, Female/Female, possibly male/female.

This fanfiction will NOT include the following:: male/male, male/futa, dickgirl/anything, tranny/anything, or girlboy/anything.

More fetishes might be added for later additions to the story if enough requests come in. If perchance you are offended by anything in the fetishes I included, leave now, or be corrupted forever. I welcome all messages of criticism and support. Hell, even troll me so I know you are as skeptical of me as I am of myself.

Well, I am listening to The Cars and thinking about my perversions and how they will fit into the Fallout world and cannon. Wish me luck as my stream of consciousness writes what I think. The beginning might be slow, but that is merely setting up the scene. Enjoy!

Skyhammer was a vicious, merciless, and most importantly an unremorseful person. Skyhammer was also gorgeous, clever, and most importantly resourceful which had proven to be the second most invaluable trait next to showing no mercy; mercy being the foremost trait that made any person in the Wasteland a fool.

Skyhammer was once a fool, dancing to the tune of puppet masters who called her Courier. In those times every faction wanted her very specific skills and knowledge to use for their own goals, which were never the same goals as her own. She came to resent the personal hell they all put her through. At this point though Hover Dam was in control of Mr. House, who provided all of her needs – especially protection – effortlessly. Though there were many places where she could go and have the ultimate sort of protection that only a bunker could give.

Life was dragging Skyhammer down, making her want to go to Gomorrah and drink away her worries. Alcohol never helped though, not with Skyhammer. She was scared of being intoxicated simply because she had killed so many people while they were under the influence of liquor and other harsh substances.

So she sat in the lounge atop the casino tower, overlooking New Vegas and the Mojave; brooding, mostly.

“Eddie, why is this life of utter luxury so boring?” I called ED-E Eddie, simply because it sounded better then the three letters that made up its name. The little robot never failed me ever, it only enhanced my already phenomenal perception, pointing out targets that were much to far away for me to see. I wasn’t called Skyhammer because I flew a vertibird, my targets were dead before the sound of my Anti-Materiel going off reached their ears.

“Let’s shoot Cap’n!” Eddie responded merrily, her ghost program was really starting to evolve. Mr. House was always sending for Eddie to get upgraded for reasons of his own but the point being Eddie had room to grow and evolve now that she had a mind capable of sustaining Artificial Intelligence. She herself was hardly more then a bunch of code now, but her old ghost program was starting to connect lines in her processor.

“We are done shooting.” I replied, glancing over at the walking stick that was once my most trustworthy companion next to Eddie. It had notches in its stock, one for every kill it made and those notches covered both sides carbonfiber.

“Yes Cap’n! Shooting NCR!” The eye-bot beeped with enthusiasm, then it played a recorded sound of the rifle firing; “Bkshhhhh!” It almost seemed to surreal, the past was more of a life then I was living now. Eddie was right, killing unsuspecting NCR troops was more fun then dropping Nuka-grenades down fire-ant holes.

At one point I was working for the NCR, I received their training and made some connections and established relationships before Mr. House recruited me; he paid better. Another plus was I got to hunt and track my NCO’s and shoot off their legs from a distance that let me take a nap before they would get halfway to my location.

Now I was a terrorist. “Skyhammer, the Monster of the Mojave,” the NCR called me. The troops all hid safely in holes now, for fear that I will shoot off their heads if they decide to look at the sky. Even though the NCR was now extremely diminished in the Wasteland they still sent bounty hunters after me. Most end up waiting for me to exit Mr. House’s casino but I never do, so they eventually find themselves drinking away the first

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