Fed up of tripping over slavegirls every time I turned around, I set out to walk from Sanctuary to Goodneighbour so I could sell them off. I've got Ada, a T-60 Flames Job, and a baker's dozen of nearly naked, handcuffed, pregnant, slaves. I set myself some rules for the journey:

 

 

Because of those rules, I took three new captives in Concord, bred them and cuffed them, but didn't have any suitable garments for them to wear. So, again by the rules, I need to head for the nearest chemlab to make something for them to wear. If I were to stick to the roads, I'd end up backtracking to Red Rocket. On the other hand, the Abernathys have a chemlab, and Connie just dropped a sprog and may well be interested in starting a new one. So the plan is to head for the Farm. Blake can sample the Product, and while he's distracted I'll do Connie and Lucy. Then, break down some raider harnesses for cloth and make some new tank tops, then back to the road and head for Drumlin.

 

That's the plan.

 

Anyway, I left the church in Concord, and followed the road to the closest point  to Abernathy Farm, then cut across open land.

 

 

There's something about the first sight of a settlement at night, when you see the lights from a distance. Just so long as it is lights, and not the buildings on fire. Luckily the Commonwealth raiders have never seemed particularly inclined towards arson.

 

Here's Clarabell the Cow...

 

 

And here's the rest of the cattle.

 

 

Actually Clarabell came worryingly close to becoming hamburger at this point. I got to the fence, started to hop over it and at the last minute remembered how my booted jump height combines with the socks from my PA landings. I managed to abort the jump somehow and land on top of the wire fence. I'm not sure how Blake would have taken the death of his only cow, but I'm entirely happy not to find out.

 

OK. Time to shuck the PA and pocket the core...

 

 

... always assuming I can find my pockets, that is! I'm sure I wasn't naked when I got in there. That said AAF's redressing seems a bit hit and miss sometimes.

 

Time to pay my respects to the household. Maybe put some clothes on first. So I do that and reality goes pear shaped again. Lucy said something, I stabbed for the screenshot button ... and somehow hit F9. Turns out my last quicksave was a long time ago.

 

 

That's Z2-47 in happier times. Well, happier for her, anyway. I've been enjoying her "company" considerably.

 

Anyway, I reload from last save (just outside the church, dammit!) walk back to the farm, park the PA outside and go talk to Lucy as she's nearest. She says words that you never want to hear:

 

 

 

But she won't tell me what the problem is. Connie is still wittering on about lockets and how much it means to have it back.

 

So I guess I'll have to ask Blake. Unfortunately, he hasn't been kidnapped.

 

 

I've given up trying to distance myself from the Minutemen. It's too much like hard work. I just say the most cloying do gooder shit I can find, and congratulate myself privately on what a persuasive liar I've become.

 

 

Sure thing Blake. Mister Persuasive, that's me. Where am I going again?

 

 

Oh WHAT? It's not five minutes since I last cleared out Olivia! What is it with that place and the Abernathys, anyway?

 

Actually, this is a bit of a conundrum. The rules don't say anything about sidequests, but I really don't feel I can turn down a legitimate request for help. So I'm going to rule that I can do any side mission that crops up, so long as it can be considered to be "on the way" by some measure. So I'm not compelled to go to Nordhagen Beach before I can call in at Goodneighbour, but I'm free to detour vial Somerville Place if I think the situation needs my attention.

 

So. I need to clear Olivia. That's going to add anything up to half a dozen to the headcount. So I need to account for that when I'm cooking up tank tops. Also, I think I need to start building Perception. The faster I can take Locksmith and craft my own keys, the saner I'm going to be when I finish this exercise.

 

First things first: Feeding ...

 

 

... and fucking.

 

 

I love the way those two stand staring straight ahead, unmoved by the plight of their sister. "We've all had to do it, girl. No use complaining to us!"

 

 

Even Z2 joins in after a while. Well, not "joins in" joins in, though that would have been fun too.

 

 

OK. Now I'm not going to starve to death, who shall I set Blake up with? Actually, I have no idea. All the entries in the AAF menus say "slave", so I'll pick one nearby and he'll have to make do.

 

 

OK. That'll probably do. She certainly seems to have captured his attention. anyway.

 

Is that Lucy I see? "Lucy! You've lost weight!"

 

 

OK. Not so much "lost" as "displaced". How about starting another one?

 

 

Oh yeah, she's up for it. How's Blake doing?

 

 

Blake! Just stick it in your mouth and suck on it, if that's what you want. Lord knows what Connie ever saw in the guy. Then again when I catch up with Connie, she's standing outside apparently having an earnest conversation with my power armor, so maybe she's not as bright as she makes out. Nothing wrong with her ovaries, though:

 

 

I'd show you me and Connie getting it on, but I never saw it happen. Does anyone know if AAF has a "teleport me to where I can see the action" button. Sometimes it jumps through walls and try as I might I can never find myself. Anyway, take my word for it, Connie and Lucy are both expecting again.

 

Blake is still at it. I'm starting to wonder if he gets much with Connie.

 

 

One last thing, and I'm done with the Abernathys, at least for now. I need to make some new tank tops. Here I almost come unstuck. I'd hoped to scrap raider harness and leather and get the needed cloth, but the Abers don't have an armor bench and just dropping them and scrapping them isn't yielding anything. I was starting to think I'd have to go back to Red Rocket, which is on a supply line and has loads of stuff. Luckily, I had the sense to talk to Connie about it and she sells cloth and leather by the shipment.  At reasonable prices too. Admittedly, it seems a bit of cheek asking me to buy shipments that are going to go straight into the farm workbench. Then again, I did pay for it all wit jet made by raiding their fertilizer supply, so I guess it all evens out in the end.

 

I'm quite pleased with the tank top designs, BTW. I did this for a mod I was working on called Raider Reform School. Plan was to have a pile of gear and items to support what I tend to do anyway: collect up all the bad girls of the Commonweath and teach them all Good Manners.

 

 

I might return to that one. If I can ever work out how to get the sliders working on the Tank Top plus Heels mashup I've been pecking at.

 

I swear, Blake has been at this for hours. I told the slave to finish him off in her mouth. He's obviously not going to get off in her cuny.

 

 

Ah, what the hell. He'll just have to save it up until I get back from Olivia. All done, I step out the door and...

 

 

 

 

... and the Sun is coming up.  It is now Day Two, and I've managed to get about five minutes walk away from Sanctuary. I could do another all-day run in my PA, but one of the things I want to do is make sure the Product gets enough sleep that it looks good when we get to the Auction House. I'm going to go inside, sleep to midday, feed, fuck, and sleep again, feed again and fuck again.  With a bit of luck we can be moving again by 4PM.

 

Next time? We're heading to Olivia. I have no idea what's going to actually happen.