Skyhammer: A Fallout Futanari story

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 m