Fallout Game Merchant 2.0

Having stopped midway the team took a brief respite from their trip to Primm. Boone and Raul headed out on their mission, testing the Poke Balls Six had crafted by capturing various mutated creatures in the Mojave, and eager to explore the surrounding area and scavenge for supplies.

Rebecca stayed behind at the camp. The smaller creatures, like the Geckos and Botflies, didn't interest her much. She had her eyes set on something bigger—like a Deathclaw. That was more her style.

Rebecca's eyes sparkled with mischief as she grabbed Six by the arm, pulling him into the master bedroom of the camp he'd set up. The room was their private space, and she clearly had other plans than just relaxing while the others were out.

 After years of raising their children and establishing their growing family, they had developed a comfortable intimacy, marked by playful banter and a deep understanding of each other. Now, with their children safely occupied, she felt it was time to indulge in their desires.

With a tug and a playful shove, she made her intentions known, wasting no time as she pushed him onto the bed. Six stumbled slightly as the door swinging shut behind them with a soft click.

"Rebecca, I was going to capture some new creatures, and I thought we could test the Poke Balls."

He started, but his words trailed off as he caught sight of her.

Rebecca, lying gracefully on the bed, had an allure that was hard to resist. The years had been kind to her, despite the physical toll of giving birth to their children. She exuded a powerful blend of confidence and sensuality, a side of her that always ignited Six's desire. The playful glint in her eyes was unmistakable.

"Forget about the Poke Balls."

She teased, her voice sultry.

"I have other balls I'm much more interesting in mind choom."

Six, familiar with Rebecca's particular moods after so many years together, quickly realized where this was going. They'd been like this ever since they'd started building their family—intense, passionate, and utterly inseparable.

"Looks like testing Poke Balls can wait."

Six murmured, smirking as Rebecca leaned closer, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down beside her. The world outside faded away as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies entangled as they continued their playful laughter and gasps mingling in the air, the intimacy rekindling their connection of their borderline obsessive relationship.

Six had become used to their 'breeding like rabbits' routine, but it still amazed him how Rebecca's energy was endless. It wasn't just the physical attraction, though—there was an underlying connection, a deep bond they shared. That, along with the enhancements from their unique genetics, seemed to fuel their intimacy, making every moment they spent together intense and full of life.

Moments later Six was on top of Rebecca. Folding her legs up her body, sliding his cock right into her waiting, slippery cunt, he growled lustfully and primally as he begins to fuck her right then and there. Rebecca doesn't even get another word out before most of her disappears underneath the powerful Super Soldier broad-shouldered body and rippling back muscles.

"Oh Yes! Your Cock is so Good!"

"Hgh, why does it always feel so good every time we do it."

"Oh, Wow❤️! Shoo~ Shoot~ it inside me... I want your cum inside my womb."

"Get me pregnant once more. Breed me PLEASE!"

Her cries soon fill the air as he began to ram her cunt hard, taking her in a consummating mating press, painting her womb white with his potent thick creamy seed.

As the Mojave's harsh sun set outside, the two of them remained in the master bedroom, lost in each others embrace, the world around them forgotten—at least for a little while.

Meanwhile, Boone and Raul had their own adventures, unaware of the chaos unfolding back at Camp. They scoured the area for mutated creatures, sharing stories of their pasts, and planning their next steps in this unpredictable wasteland. Boone, ever the watchful protector, kept an eye out for raiders or mutated creatures, while Raul, with his quick wit and resourcefulness, scavenged for anything that could be useful back at the camp.

Their continued adventures highlighted the unique dynamics of their lives in the Mojave—a world filled with danger and opportunity, love and survival. As Boone and Raul continued their exploration, Six and Rebecca surrendered to their primal instincts, creating another moment that would be cherished amidst the chaos of their lives.

As Six looked at Rebecca lying naked in the bed, his thoughts wandered back to the odd discovery in her blood, he just tested. The Super Soldier Serum—likely passed on from their children while she was pregnant—was indeed having unexpected effects on her body.

It had caused her to grow slightly, but it also seemed to lock in her youthful appearance, like him, keeping her looking like a young woman, and keeping even after multiple pregnancies. Her body hadn't aged in the way one would expect after years of childbirth, but rather, it maintained a loli-like appearance with an enhanced bust size, especially during pregnancy.

He chuckled to himself at the irony of the situation. Rebecca, with her fiery attitude, was never one to care much about her appearance, but the idea of her remaining youthful for who knows how long might annoy her. She wasn't exactly someone who sought to defy aging like some might, and Six had to wonder how she'd react when she found out.

"She's definitely not going to like this."

He muttered, rubbing his chin.

"Looking like a kid with a big rack isn't something she'd want to hear."

Rebecca, ever perceptive, cracked open one eye and gave him a lazy grin.

"What are you mumbling about, Big guy?"

Six smirked, shaking his head.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how much you've changed over the years."

Rebecca stretched, her lithe body still impressively toned with a six pack despite all her pregnancies.

"Yeah? You should see how you've changed after all these years of playing hero in the wasteland."

Six let out a laugh.

"Hero, huh? More like scavenger with a fancy toolset."

"Whatever you say, Cowboy."

She winked, then rolled onto her side.

"So, what's the deal with the Poke Balls? Did the others manage to catch something fun, or are you going after bigger game for me?"

Six grinned.

"They're still testing 'em out. But don't worry, I'll eventually get you something big. A Deathclaw, maybe... or something even crazier. Wouldn't want you to be bored."

Rebecca's grin widened, but her eyes glinted with something fierce.

"You better. But don't take too long. I'll be waiting."

After teleporting to Spring Mountain Ranch State Park, Six found himself in the aftermath of a battle. His B1 droids had successfully fought off a pack of Deathclaws, leaving only one barely alive.

Nearby, a swarm of Cazadors had been decimated, with four survivors flitting about, their venomous stingers still twitching. Six quickly deployed the Poke Balls, capturing the Deathclaw, the Cazadors, and a nearby herd of Bighorners for good measure.

However, there was a problem. The creatures he had captured were severely injured, especially the Deathclaw and Cazadors, which had been on the brink of death. It would take them far too long to naturally recover in this state, which would defeat the purpose of having them as usable assets.

Arriving back at Camp, Six realized he needed to speed up their recovery. Not one to leave problems unsolved, he browsed through his system store and came across the perfect solution: a Pokémon Healing Machine. The device was designed to fully restore captured creatures to perfect health—just like in the games. He purchased it without hesitation.

The Pokémon Healing Machine materialized in the camp's workshop. It was a sleek, high-tech device, complete with glowing panels and an interface designed to accommodate Poke Balls. Six wasted no time, placing the balls containing the injured Deathclaw, Cazadors, and Bighorners into the machine.

With a low hum, the machine activated. The screen displayed the status of each creature, showing their health rapidly returning to full as the machine worked its magic. Within minutes, the creatures were fully healed and ready for action.

As the process completed, Six retrieved the now vibrant and fully healthy now tamed creatures from the machine. The Deathclaw, once on the verge of death, was now full of energy, its massive claws flexing with newfound strength. The Cazadors buzzed ominously, their wings fluttering with speed and venom replenished.

"Well, that worked better than expected."

Six muttered with a grin. He couldn't wait to show Rebecca the Deathclaw. He had a feeling she'd be thrilled with her new 'pet'—if she could handle it.

Level: 14

NAME: Six XI

GENDER: MALE

STRENGTH: 10

PERCEPTION: 10

ENDURANCE: 10

CHARISMA: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 10

AGILITY: 10

LUCK: 10

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BARTER: 61

ENERGY WEAPONS: 36

EXPLOSIVES: 36

GUNS: 100

LOCKPICK: 39

MEDICINE: 100

MELEE WEAPONS: 39

REPAIR: 100

SCIENCE: 100

SNEAK: 39

SPEECH: 39

SURVIVAL: 39

UNARMED: 39