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[panthercom]

I like your characters a lot; big-titted cows get stale pretty

quick. Small and cute never gets old

 

You should try you using some of the face expressions embedded

within Sexout. player.playidle fe27 works great for blowjobs, fe19

for rape (or scary partners) fe09 (drunk) and fe16 (pain) are

also useful.

 

Some day I'll create a character I'm not so attached to and post some

pictures. The only one that gets to see my darling Peggy naked is me

(and every man, woman and beast that crosses her path

[Kodiak]

That is interesting and useful insight about the idles. I usually don't bother with pose mods or expression mods due to the complexity of the FO system. I didn't know there were some already in Sexout though. I'll give it a go and if they work out I'll start using them when I can.

 

Is there a compressive list of sexout facial idles posted anywhere by chance?

[astymma]

The FAFF NV page on the Nexus lists the FAFF idles... as far as I know, Prideslayer implemented the fe and fm series from FAFF... facial expressions (fe) and facial morphs (fm).

 

So...

 

 

PLAYIDLE EXPRESSION
--------------------------
fe01 Angry
fe02 Ashamed
fe03 Blue Steel
fe04 Cheesy
fe05 Chilled
fe06 Confused
fe07 Disgusted
fe08 Dopey
fe09 Drunk
fe10 Evil
fe11 Happy
fe12 Hurt
fe13 Laa
fe14 Miserable
fe15 Oow
fe16 Pain
fe17 Pouty
fe18 Sarky
fe19 Scared
fe20 Smug
fe21 Snooty
fe22 Snoozing
fe23 SpockL
fe24 SpockR
fe25 Sulky
fe26 Surprised
fe27 Yawning

 

PLAYIDLE MORPH NAME
--------------------------
fm01 Aah
fm02 Anger
fm03 BigAah
fm04 BlinkLeft
fm05 BlinkRight
fm06 BMP
fm07 BrowDownLeft
fm08 BrowDownRight
fm09 BrowInLeft
fm10 BrowInRight
fm11 BrowUpLeft
fm12 BrowUpRight
fm13 ChJSh
fm14 CombatAnger
fm15 DST
fm16 Eh
fm17 Fear
fm18 FV
fm19 Happy
fm20 I
fm21 K
fm22 LookDown
fm23 LookLeft
fm24 LookRight
fm25 LookUp
fm26 MoodAfraid
fm27 MoodAngry
fm28 MoodAnnoyed
fm29 MoodCocky
fm30 MoodDrugged
fm31 MoodPleasant
fm32 MoodSad
fm33 N
fm34 Oh
fm35 OohQ
fm36 Pained
fm37 R
fm38 Sad
fm39 SquintLeft (deforms neck/head on Adult female mesh. Works for female child and males)
fm40 SquintRight (deforms neck/head on Adult female mesh. Works for female child and males)
fm41 Surprise
fm42 Th
fm43 W

 

 

 

The fm's were also implemented in incremental anims as well in Sexout. So, let's say you want to play fm04 (BlinkLeft) but only want to play it at 50%... that would be fm0450. The increments are 00, 25, 50, 75 and no extra number (i.e. fm04) is 100%.

 

The main difference between an fe and an fm is that an fm alters only ONE slider in the expression set (like only making an o-shaped mouth) whereas an fe moves as many sliders as necessary to present a comprehensive expression (like raised eyebrows, wide open eyes AND an o-shaped mouth).

[Kodiak]

Fucking Epic!

 

Thanks Astymma! I'll look at FAFF next to see if its something I'd want to use. I tried some of the basic FEs a little while ago and though they worked fine on my companion, they weren't working on the player character. Message said it was playing the idle, but no facial change occurred. We'll see what happens after a reload.

[astymma]

As far as I know you absolutely must be in third person AND have tfc active... follow the FAFF instructions listed at the page I linked. Also note that nothing will happen to the player until the console is closed usually.

 

[panthercom]

I couldn't get the facial Morphs to stay on during animations; they would reset instantly

back to the vanilla (lack of) expression before I could even attempt to move the camera into

position. The only issue with the facial Expressions are these bright white elongated triangular

artefacts that appear next to characters in some poses, particularly open-mouth poses... that and

you can't get the mouth open far enough to get a dick in without clipping on the lips. Those

dicks are just too damn big... :0

 

If you engage the facial expression during animation the character will reset position briefly to a

standing idle, but will return to the animated position after a few seconds, so no harm done. The

Positioning mod really comes in handy for oral stuff.

[astymma]

TBH, you can also do most of this with the Groovatron.

[astymma]

I couldn't get the facial Morphs to stay on during animations; they would reset instantly

back to the vanilla (lack of) expression before I could even attempt to move the camera into

position. The only issue with the facial Expressions are these bright white elongated triangular

artefacts that appear next to characters in some poses, particularly open-mouth poses... that and

you can't get the mouth open far enough to get a dick in without clipping on the lips. Those

dicks are just too damn big... :0

 

If you engage the facial expression during animation the character will reset position briefly to a

standing idle, but will return to the animated position after a few seconds, so no harm done. The

Positioning mod really comes in handy for oral stuff.

 

The T-pose of almost every animation has an expression assigned. It's the T-pose expression. Unfortunately it resets any current idle you're playing as an expression.  Generally you want the animation you want to modify to be playing and then apply your modified expression.

[astymma]

Each animation has a priority. Animations with equal priority play the last one assigned. So, to play an animation that ONLY animates say the face on top of an animation that animates everything, play the single modifier animation after the multipart animation.

[Kodiak]

Naw its something else going on. Even standing still not doing anything the FE and FMs don't work on the PC. Companions yes, PC no. Maybe the race the character is, uses a mask? Still though, the companion is the same race as the PC though. So I don't know. Vanilla races are fine so Im sure its just something with the race itself. No biggy. I'll just have to poke around the CK and see if I can break something.

[panthercom]

My experience with the facial morphs is that over half of them

don't do anything; they show as toggled on in the console but there

is absolutely no change in expression for even the briefest instant.

Furthermore, toggling a non-working Morph prevents any facial Expression

or non-broken Morph from working for the duration of the animation.

I would suggest you allow a sex animation to start, toggle on a facial

EXPRESSION, and don't touch MORPHS with a ten foot pole because they

Won't Work Right on your player character. I didn't have the best of luck

with the morphs even prior to my knowledge of Sexout; they didn't all work,

although the success rate was higher without Sexout installed, and eventually

the morphs and expression would stop working entirely until I restarted the game.

[panthercom]

Okay, here are some screenshots with Mirielle. Mostly

to show off Expressions, Positioning and some camera

perspective changes. Really want to change the body type

to something more petite, but I'm lazy.

First are some Expressions. Once you start using expressions

you won't tolerate being without; don't understand why modders

don't use them during scripted sex scenes...

No titty fuck animation? Positioning to the rescue! Just Open

Your Fucking Mouth. A little Photoshop with jizz brush for layers.

Last are a couple of different 'lenses' set with the fov command

in the developers console. I like to use fov 40 in the open for less

optical distortion, I use it indoors when I can get away with it.

[Nymphonomicon]

Ran into ZAZ today, he sent me to Vault 19 to get enslaved.

Not sure if my new owner will free me or not, but I hacked the door terminal. If he doesn't let me go after a few more days of "work" I'll break myself out...

[korea227]

Hey everyone! My first try with New Vegas and some various mods.

No sex pics just yet since I'm having a hard time to get any sexmod working properly with Groovatron.

[astymma]

No sex pics just yet since I'm having a hard time to get any sexmod working properly with Groovatron.

 

Check this link, korea227.

 

Or my original post that that one was based on.

 

[316a]

I change some kf，so a new one here

 

than this girl    will be fuck by this!

 

[D_ManXX2]

Finally jumped on installing ENB on new Vegas:

 

 

 

 

NewFalloutActionENB.7z

 

 

 

Looks so much better. Still have to know why it is capped at 30 frames any idea how to get ENB to render to 60 frames like skyrim can or is this new vegas problem ??

[Nymphonomicon]

Are you using the Type 3 Sweaty skin? As much as I like to detail on that skin, it keeps disappearing when I play. I think I've reinstalled it three times already...

[D_ManXX2]

yes it is type 3 sweaty and it works fine on my end.

 

New ENB action

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With animated penis

 

 

 

 

 

 

[SteezySonu]

I change some kf，so a new one here

 

than this girl V2.jpg   will be fuck by this!

 

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What mod are you using to make you character look like that?

[qwertylab]

This is my after action report based on my playthrough. I was going to include more sex, but it took on a life of its own. I wanted to share it as a kind of thank you to you who have put in so much work to make these great sexout mods.

 

Edited to try and fix broken links.

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

I suppose I should thank you. If not for you I would probably be having someone sign for a package on some god-forsaken homestead in the middle of nowhere. Instead, after all that has transpired, here we are on the bridge between two worlds enjoying the sunset. Well, I'm enjoying it anyway.

 

 

 

I was a nice girl once. That's what people said about me. That I was nice. I was polite and deferred to my elders. I even shared my supplies with fellow travelers. I sounded like a real peach. When I woke up I still had dirt in my mouth.

 

 

I'd been brought to Doc Mitchel to patch up. Based on my difficulty walking I'd say he did more than that. As I went to say goodbye he said he had one more thing he'd like to give me. It wasn't a pip-boy if you're wondering.

 

 

 

Bewildered and alone I ran to the nearest place that looked safe. The locals just kind of smirked when I told them what Mitchel had done to me. They called it one of his “quirks.” They gave me some clothes though and some directions to the next town.

 

 

I don't know if it was on purpose or if I just got lost, but after most of a day's walk I found myself standing in front of the NCR Correctional Facility. I remember hairs going up on the back of my neck, but when the alternative is dying alone in the desert, I figured I should at least ask if I was on the way to Primm. It turns out I wouldn't be headed to Primm for a long time.

 

 

Once they had me collared and wearing nothing but an old shirt they put me in a cell and lined up to take turns on me. The line stretched out the door and when they got done they'd just get back in line to have another go. It was almost dawn by the time they finished. I just laid on the filthy mattress they'd fucked me on for hours. I was covered in dried cum. My throat was swollen and my lips cracked. I felt like I had papercuts on my throbbing, swollen pussy and blood was steadily dripping out of my ass. Towards the end I was just motionless on my back while they looked into my eyes and thrust into my body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was numb, trying to wrap my mind around what had happened. At some point one of the convicts brought me some water and gently cleaned me with a washcloth. That night was the worst I've endured. After that they became more gentle and would often bring me extra food or even a little booze. I found that things went easier if I was proactive in my duties. A quick blow-job might save me an ass-pounding later. I paid extra time and attention to the ugly ones. Some of them had a real chip on their shoulder and would take out any imagined slights on me. After a couple weeks I was less like a slave and more like fifty guys' girlfriend. If anyone slapped me around they would get theirs in short order. My pussy wasn't mine, but it gave me a measure of power. Men are so suggestible after you've eased their pain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My salvation came in the form of a couple of minor offenders, one of which was pretty handy with electronics. They smuggled me out of Powder Ganger territory on the back of a pack Brahmin.

 

 

Enduring all manner of sexual depravity was my only skill set so I figured I'd start whoring. I started out on the streets, but after getting stiffed a couple times I went to work at the Atomic Wrangler. They treated me alright and the only real downside was that the Kings thought they should get everything for free. The King was the worst since he would call me over to his hangout a couple times a week and have me strip before making me suck his dick on stage which he hadn't washed since the last time I'd sucked it. He finally pushed it too far when he made me fuck that robodog of his in front of everybody.

 

 

 

 

 

I packed my few belongings and moved on.

 

 

I'd always thought getting in to New Vegas was going to be the way to start moving up, but at 30 caps a customer minus expenses it was going to be years before those damned robots let me in. I heard the NCR had another way in so I went to Camp McCarran and talked to Major Dhatri. He said that if I worked for him and proved my loyalty he would see to it that I would got into New Vegas. I spent a solid week sucking, fucking, licking, and grinding my way across the camp. I was kind of surprised at how green the soldiers were with the exception of 1st Recon. By the time the week was out I knew every nook and cranny in the entire camp.

 

 

 

It was at that point that I realized it was going to take a lot more than that to impress the good Major. A special mission he said. A morale booster he said. That fucker sent me to the front lines to fuck his buddy Major Polatli and then Camp Echo to suck the rotting dick skin off some ghouls in NCR hats.

 

 

 

 

Mission accomplished. Unfortunately I ran into a legion patrol who found my NCR outfit in my duffel. They decided I needed to learn my place and that the place for that would be The Fort.

 

 

 

 

In case you're not aware, the Legion slaves have a high turn-over rate which has led to perfection of the art of slave training at the hands of none other than Mistress Marisa. During my brief time there she pushed me far beyond what I thought I was capable of. Hours of time hanging from my arms while a machine pummeled my cervix pushed me beyond despair.

 

 

 

 

I had long ago given up on having any real power of my own. Power comes from having a Cock. The most I had was giving or denying access to my cunt. All men are rapists, though, be they gentle or aggressive and so with even this small choice taken away I realized any Power I thought I'd had was a mirage. Mistress had Power, though. She had a Cock. I'd felt it inside of me. As I caught the first peek of the sun from my perch on the highest hill of The Fort my mind began to form around the meaning of Power and how it spurts forth from Cocks. I didn't need a rubber strap-on. My Cock would be forged from wood and steel and would ejaculate fire and lead. My cum would tear through my enemies' bodies and my offspring would be death and famine. Whenever I had before held a weapon it had been feebly, my hands shaking as I tried to ward off evil. When this time came, it would be different, I would be different. I would grab hold of my Cock and everything in my path would be fucked. This revelation I locked deep in my soul. It displaced whatever peace, or love, or hope that I'd kept there and I swore allegiance to my new master. If the Legion had seen even a shadow of what I'd come to know and be they would have killed me on the spot. Such a person can bring down empires. No, I needed to finish my training, render unto Caesar for a little longer and decide when and where to strike.

 

 

Marisa almost seemed sad to see me go, an emotion that made her seem weak and soft to my newly opened eyes. I needed to find a place to become who I needed to be, to stockpile the equipment necessary, and to map out the weak points of my enemies away from the eyes of the Bull and the Bear. I went to the Khans.

 

 

 

I worked as a courier again. I lowered myself to gain those things which I would need to rise and strike. I listened and I watched. My soul smouldered inside my chest. I would make the runs no one else dared to. I walked into the depths of Vault 3 and bent over for their psycho-fueled thrusts; I rode Motor-Runner and his dogs; I ate human flesh with Cook-Cook. Their rusty flamers and pool cues weren't their real weapon; they would have been overrun years ago. Fear was their real weapon. They had mastered Fear and wielded it with cunning. What I came to see, though, was that Fear was their only tool and they were so effective at using it that they never had opportunity to  experience it. As they probed me, I probed them and I felt the brittleness of their spirit.

 

 

I made runs all over the Mojave and came to understand the role and place of each  outlying faction. In the course of my work I had also amassed enough caps to gain entry to the beating heart of the Mojave: New Vegas. I was in awe that in this world such a place could survive at all. And there, rising above it all was the jewel of the strip, The Lucky 38. I set about getting information on the families the best way I knew how, drilling, or rather getting drilled. My short time in Freeside hadn't earned me much of a reputation so the Casinos weren't hiring. That didn't bother me. I'd cozy up to some down on his luck gambler, get a few rounds in us while looking at him all big eyed while he told me everything he knew. A wink and a nod and I'd have him balls deep in me in the restroom before you could say, “Boo.”

 

 

 

 

I made some decent scratch and learned a lot of things this way, one of them being that the Omertas didn't like freelancers. Neither did the Chairmen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Incidentally, I also heard about your little plan. I even paid off one of the maintenance men to get into your little hole-in-the-wall. His price pretty much wiped me out, but what I learned about your angle was invaluable. One night after working my goods all day for a few measly scraps of information I happened upon Victor the cowboy robot; said Mr House wanted to see me. Now, by this time I'd heard a hundred different stories about the fabled Mr House, but let me tell you, the truth was stranger. Except for the one about him being a vampire... the truth was less strange than that. Anyhow, I heard him out, said I would think about it. I left there with a little spring in my step. Even those with the best of intentions sometimes run into bumps along the road, and my intentions were far from good. The price of information was more than I'd considered and I was fully coming to grips with how many bullets I was going to need to get this done; and like I've started saying, anything worth doing is worth doing right. So I went back to work for the Khans. I earned like they couldn't believe. I was selling to kids and when their parents complained I would sell to them. It was like the gravy train just parked at my door. Within a month and a half I was ready to pay a visit to the gun runners and start putting the pieces all together. One last run. A place called Vault 19.

 

 

Epstein took delivery, paid me, and when I turned to leave wrapped his arm around my throat and covered my mouth with a rag reeking of chemicals. I kicked back and caught his kneecap with my heel then whipped my head backwards to crush his face, but the blow was glancing and he hung on tenaciously; everything spiraled into black.  I woke up in his dungeon, nearly naked with him sneering at me. I wasn't in the mood for some long-winded speech so I told him I was going to cut his dick off. He didn't like that and spent the next several days “training” me in the way of an earnest simpleton. Inept as he was, though, I really was trapped. I'd take on customers during the day and sleep all night. For a different girl that life might have been adequate. I was safe and reasonably well fed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I came to realize, though, that supplies were scarce in the vault and some of my customers looked at my few cans of food with more lust than at my body. Mostly, I just laid around and planned. Epstein wasn't giving me away for free and there wasn't a lot of wealth in the vault, so there weren't a lot of paying customers. In my head I arranged the dominoes of information I'd collected. I could see it now. It didn't have to be the factions on the outside, aiming in at the center, Mr. House. If I were simply to take his place as you planned to, I would be in the same predicament as him. If I were to strike back in any direction I would be attacked from the opposite side. Everyone was looking for an opening to topple him. But like I said, it didn't need to be that way. I saw that it could be a spiral. I could go around the outside and work my way in. My plan coalesced and my Truth stood ready to start down my dark path. Only a minor speedbump stood in my way: Epstein.

 

 

The metal supports of the ceiling were made of long strips of metal and from my position of studying the ceiling for long periods of time I noticed that the bolt was missing from the end of one. I set to work bending it back and forth until it fractured and left me with a foot long strip of metal which was approximately two inches wide and a quarter of an inch thick. Patiently, I ground it on the floor for days and would hide it on a small ledge in the ceiling when I was “entertaining.” I never formed a keen edge, but it was sharp enough to cut and heavy enough to use for bludgeoning. Epstein's end was not a moment of passion. He bent down to take his pants off and I reached up for my makeshift machete. His eyes opened in surprise and he started to raise his hand in front of his face, but my blade reached him first. With a thud the last eight inches lodged in the left side of his face, stopping nearly halfway through. As he slumped to the ground I held firm to my blade and it came loose, its space filling a moment later with the crimson rush. One more whack to the head and I was sure of my work. His sunglasses had always conferred a sort of menacing mystique.

 

 

 

I picked them up off the ground and slid them on. The first domino clicked into the next.

 

 

I hadn't chosen my time at random. It was the predawn hours and the halls of the vault were empty. I snuck to their storeroom and liberated all the C4 I could carry. There was still a fair amount of dynamite left which I rigged to a grenade bouquet on the door. I didn't want them blasting their way out of the their precious tomb. On the way out of the vault door I placed a charge on the motor that unseals the vault and along the short tunnel just outside it. When I squeezed the trigger on the detonator the ground shook and collapsed under the booth concealing the entrance.

 

 

 

Welcome to a short-lived hell, gentlemen.

 

 

With my stashed caps and those I liberated from Epstein I paid a visit to the gun-runners and bought up some of the finest military hardware that remained in this fallen world.

 

 

The heavy jingle of  bullets in my bag brought a thin smile as I hoisted my new load and headed to the North-East. A few local thugs cast their gaze my way, but when you see Death float by, you just let her go. I had weapons and determination, but I needed someone to have my back. I'd heard of a reclusive group of tribals with access to and experience with long distance gunnery. After I breached their defenses and parlayed with their leader we saw that our relationship could be mutually beneficial. I fixed a couple solar panels for them, raised a pre-war airplane off the floor of Lake Mead, and they taught me about forward observing and gave me a radio for fire missions.

 

 

 

I started slow so as not to arouse suspicion. I enlisted the help of the short-sighted officers of the NCR in wiping out the Powder Gangers at the NCR Correctional Facility. I had no feelings left towards them. I was beyond revenge. I followed the first wave of troops into the administration building. They were cutting through the few remaining Powder Gangers when I opened up on them from the rear.

 

 

A couple of the Powder Gangers saw what was going on and thought I was there to help them. When I walked into Eddie's office he opened his mouth and started to thank me. The words died in his mouth as recognition dawned. He tried to snatch for his gun, but I gut shot him. I finished his couple remaining guards, mopped up a couple wounded and called it a day.

 

 

 

The Legion, tipped off to the diminished manpower of Primm moved on it, but suffered unexpectedly high losses when they were flanked by NCR troops from Camp Echo also moving on prescient and mysterious information. Each side increasingly unwillingly pushed forward troops that had been earmarked for the coming battle of Hoover Dam in a desperate attempt to not lose ground.

 

 

I can see the question in your eyes. What actually changed? Nothing, save for the fact that neither side could engage the other at a such a well fortified site as Hoover Dam. I pushed back the battle for several months or rather to a time of my designation.

 

 

With morale so low I showed up at Camp McCarran in my NCR prostitute outfit and was welcomed with open arms. As I said, they wasn't much to them with the exception of 1st Recon. I took the first member of their number I could get undressed, fucked them like it was their last day on earth and slipped some C4 in to their gear as they were getting dressed. They walked back into their clubhouse and I got the party started.

 

 

 

I lit up a munitions truck with a light machine gun which happened to be next to a troop formation and then moved quickly and quietly through the tents taking out confused rookie soldiers in ones and twos. No one ever suspects the NCR prostitute. I ditched the weapon and went inside pretending to “flee” the shooting. I took down the guards, fragged the CO's office, raised some hell, and then camped out in a guard tower with a sniper rifle for a little while just to thoroughly confuse the situation. Like I said, no one ever suspects the NCR prostitute.

 

 

 

 

 

This time the Legion was caught on their heels, but still news travels fast. Men are so predictable. By the time I got to a bluff overlooking their forward encampment they had massed every available man and were readying to attack the Dam. Even their more experienced troops weren't ready for the whistling shell that came down on the edge of their horde. I had the Boomers adjust and fire for effect. Airburst shells turned their staging ground into a killing floor. Rapid explosions sent limbs and bodies in bloody trajectories like a grotesque carnival celebration.

 

 

 

And then it was over. The puffs of smoke from the shells hung in the still air. Nothing moved. No birds chirped. Time had stopped. Then a head slowly raised here and there. Even those who likely could walk dared no more than to drag their bellies along the dirt. They had been crushed in body and spirit. Blood and shit slowly turned the dirt to mud. I walked from my vantage point down to what would have been the head of the column. I had imagined a greater death for Legate Lanius, but there he lay at my feet.

 

 

I took his head with his helmet and walked straight across the Dam. The snipers had seen much of what had transpired and even as I raised Lanius' head to pound on the door it fell open to me. A soldier on the other side opened his mouth and closed it again. I walked silently by as they fidgeted with their rifles. I was a new god. I could feel power rolling off of me in waves. My swinging cock could knock over buildings.  The hush of my passage didn't break as I walked into Freeside. I was about to walk past the King's school when I remembered I owed him a visit. I put my own oily cock inside his mouth and pulled the trigger.

 

 

 

Not a king, just another man, another rapist. I passed unhindered into the ever silent tomb of the Lucky 38. Only one loop of the spiral remained.

 

 

That such ambition could have succeeded to this level was astounding to me. Even the fact of my continued survival filled me with a heady rush as I began to doubt my own mortality. I absent mindly pricked at my stomach with my knife. Droplets of blood welled to the surface. I watched them roll down. Victor was at the door cheerily stating that the Omertas wanted to meet with me. Being the polite guest that I am, I was punctual in my arrival. Unfortunately they were more lacking when it comes to social niceties and they demanded my weapons at the door. In my most cordial tone I explained that I would prefer to keep my weapons. They were uncomfortable with this idea at first, but eventually came to see my point of view.

 

 

 

 

In the end though I never did get to find out what treachery that had in mind. Since I was already warmed up I decided to pay a visit to the Chairmen. I hadn't been entirely sure whether I should see your men or the Omertas first, but it suddenly seemed like a moot point. I'd heard that you'd high-tailed it when you heard I was headed for the strip so there really wasn't much to talk about. As I walked through the first floor of the Tops dropping blocks of C4 here and there people scrambled for the exits. I walked out the front and unceremoniously pulled the trigger.

 

 

 

Mr. House by this time would no doubt realize that I was on my Own Fucking Plan and would be working to mitigate the chaos I was causing. I really couldn't have that. I felt that despite our opposing ends, though, I owed quite a lot to Mr. House. Being that he was a rich guy in the pre-war days I thought he might appreciate one last round of golf.  

 

 

 

 

Having crushed the available forces and most of the chain of command for both the NCR and Legion I thought I would give them a little time to let the panic set in before I fucked them again. I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself after so much scrambling about so I decided to hang it up for the night and see what high society was up to. I found a dress that would suit in the room of House's paramour and arrived at the Ultra Luxe ready to relax. At first the maitre de said that the dining room wasn't prepared and so like the reasonable person that I am I took the offered swimsuit and went for a steam.

 

 

 

Only one assassin arrived while I waited so I didn't think much of that and after waiting what I felt to be a sufficient amount of time I returned to the dining room. Again I was denied admission and decided to let my displeasure be known. I explained to the members of the White Glove Society that in a post-apocalyptic world there really was no place for such unabashed elitism. I gave a little impromptu speech and demonstrations about how-would-you-feel-if-you-were-eaten-by-cannibals-just-because-they-thought-you-tasted-good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I realized I'd killed the mood, so I took my leave and was walking home when an NCR messenger handed me an invitation to President Kimball's speech to commemorate the NCR victory at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam.  I found this in rather poor taste. Instead of building an temple to their new god, they were declaring their own victory and inviting me to watch.

 

 

I paid another visit to the Gun-Runners and was pleasantly surprised to discover that everything was on the house. Finally someone was reading the tea-leaves. It was a good thing too because the 25mm canon I had my eye on was a bit outside my price range. It probably worked out best for everyone that they just put it on my altar.

 

 

From my elevated position I observed the preparations for Kimball's visit. Among the usual goings-on I also happened to notice a NCR sniper take a nasty fall from his perch. The man who took his place was clearly not very concerned with security as he ignored his sector and instead watched the microphone setup.  Caesar was done fucking me. I set down my field glasses and picked up my sniper rifle. At my distance the muffled report from my suppressor turned no heads my direction as the assassin clutched at the wound in his armpit and slid out of sight. As I heard the engines of the vertibird coming I swung the canon around and dialed in the approximate range of the landing pad. I'd already given the coordinates of the stage to the Boomers. As the vertibird was touching down I opened up. Tracer rounds tore through the thin skin. I held down the trigger as the barrels popped back and forth in sequence. The flash came momentarily before the explosion as the craft was ripped apart. I gave the order for the fire mission.

 

 

 

 

Caesar had reminded me that he was still dangerous and could be left alone no longer. The weakened Legion had become like a mad dog and lashed out on the few poorly defended towns along their range. On the way to deal with the mad king I passed by Nelson. The sole survivor said something about winning the dead rapist lottery.

 

 

 

There is such a thing as hiding in plain sight and when I reached the Cove I played the part of the profligate for the last time. Full of fury and desperation, they tore off my clothes and rammed their cocks into me three and four at a time. When their cocks grew soft, the dogs had a turn and when even they were sated they tied me to the mast of their skiff and brought me to the Fort. This was my doing and as I drained their cum I took their Will. Instead of feeling used and broken I was energized and stood tall as I came closer to my destiny.

 

 

Those who saw me now could see me glow. Those few who dared approach me were sucked dry and stumbled away with sunken eye sockets and a lost look in their eyes. I walked up to a merchant and selected a straight razor from his wares. I looked him in the eye as I wound it in my hair before walking away as his eyes followed me. Fewer men approached as I climbed onward towards Caesar's tent. I lifted the flap and went inside. With sudden violence I slashed my blade across the throat of his nearest guard. His life blood poured forth as I scooped his ballistic fist up and put it on. Seeing me there naked, but dripping power and blood froze Caesar in his place. All of the misfortune, the strange happenings, suddenly came into stark focus. “Kneel,” I told him. He sat still, then slowly pulled himself forward out of his throne and onto the ground. Without stratagem or verbal chicanery he knelt. He knew there was no escape or victory. His head hung. “For your humility I will grant you this one thing: do you wish for slavery or a quick death?” His voice was scarcely audible, “Death.” I stepped past him, rotated around, and delivered a punch from the ballistic fist to the base of his skull.

 

 

 

 

He crumpled. No one moved. I walked back out from his tent. My vision extended and I could see forever, past and future. The Mojave was nothing but clay for my will.

 

 

One task left. I knew that you'd flee and I knew that you would never escape. I spoke the words, “Bring him to me,” and you appeared before me. “You have one chip left and as the past, present, and future meld together you have already given it to me, even as it remains in your pocket, and I possess it as its courier.”

 

“Doll-face, I'm starting to think that bullet effected you more than anyone realized.”

 

“What is to misunderstand? I am a god of blood, sex, and destruction.”

 

“Well, see, that's where I think you went wrong. There is a healthy amount of fear, which is good, and then there is what you've done to everybody. You have pushed everybody so far beyond terror that even their instinct to self-preservation is on the lam. Do you dig, doll?”

 

“Perhaps, what are you proposing?”

 

“If you were to keep me around it would give people the chance to hope, to see that not everyone dies in this game.”

 

“Give me the chip.”

 

“Okay, okay.”

 

“Put this in your pocket.”

 

“Um, doll, this is C4.”

 

“Yes. You see one thing you haven't taken into account is that I have seen everything that is to come. I will reign as a god over the Mojave. My army dreams of me within their steel slumber under the fort. And most importantly, you are already dead.”

 

 

One important lesson from the Burned Man was that gravity is unreliable. Gravity combined with explosives, though, is a thing to admire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Epilogue:

 

As god of the Mojave the Courier's iron fist eventually relaxed and trade with the surrounding nations thrived. Even as she came to accept some of the necessities of leadership she held those truths which guided her deep in her soul. Emissaries came from as far away as Old Texas to seek council and form treaties. It was well known to pick those emissaries wisely as a misstep could see their member returned in a box labeled, “Just another rapist.” This is not to say, however, that the Courier never brought a dozen strong men to her bedchamber to reminisce about simpler times. Years later, the Courier returned at long last to the town of Goodsprings where she had seen a certain glimmer in the eye of Sunny Smiles. She took her on as a voluntary slave and began to mold her in her own image.  That is a story for another day.

 

 

 

[Guest]

Damnit, seems like a awesome read, but the pictures aint showing.

 

[SteezySonu]

What photosharing sites do you people use? I don't want to sign up to one that will just delete my photos after a week or whatever

[peterpan13]

So here we are again. This update won't be of Koko however. There is no cause for alarm though, Koko just needed a bit of a break after her time up in Jacobstown. (Which 1)wasn't as eventful as I'd had hoped and 2) I broke her save game with the addition of a new mod, but I fixed it.)

 

In the meantime, I've grabbed my bubbly twin spitfires Candy and Kitty by the asses and finally got them moving in game. You've been introduced to the twins in one of my earlier posts, but Candy had red hair. I since changed her to blonde to better match Kitty's look. And yes, its the same Kitty I use in Koko's game.

 

Originally this "Dirty Pair" was going to be the party girl group. I was planning on having as many female companions as possible and just zerg everything. The Twins, Sunny, Veronica, Cass and any other female groupie companion I can find. I figured the group would be at least 6 strong plus the dog. Obviously that might be a pain in the ass to keep under control, so for now the twins are just going to keep the company of each other.... they're tight like that

 

Sadly, no real story telling like I do with Koko. The Twin's pics are sort of scattered. If they become a fan favorite like Koko has, I'll take more care when it comes to screen shooting these two. For now, some early game randomness. Enjoy!

 

Disclaimer!!!!!! BRIGHTFLASHINGCAPSOMG

The Twins Candy and Kitty are not Loli. They are using an unmodified Type 3 Alice or Cali body with a player scale of .99. I used a young looking race because the girls are supposed to be at that 18-19 age, but the standard races make them look way too old even at the youngest settings. So. When in doubt... note the tits and hips. Underage Lolis don't have tits and hips  

END RAGE DISCLAIMER!!!!!

 

 

 

With no real way to repay Doc for him medical attention, Candy suggests an alternative payment method. Only if all Healthcare worked like this....

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After Doc deposited his own payment into Candy's ass for services rendered, he suggested to speak with Sunny over in the saloon. This is about when the Twins noticed that they'd fit right in with the locals.

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The saloon owner, Trudy, take particular pride in making sure her patrons are properly entertained and have something to look at while throwing back some homemade moonshine.

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After proper introductions and small chat about big tits, the girls learn of a situation town and are sent to fetch some equipment from some prominent community members.  Sunny is easy and jumped right on board, but Chet, the local shopkeeper, required a bit of negotiation. Thankfully he was open to the same alternative payment method Doc was interested in.

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Things went off without a hitch, until the Twins ran into old Easy Pete. Be it senility, incompetence or the guile cunning of an old man, Easy Pete proved to be anything but easy and the girls spent the better part of their afternoon searching for his dynamite. The only thing he seemed to find though was his stash of Viagra.

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This is where things get random and jump around.

 

After the ordeal at Goodsprings was cleaned up, life went back to normal and the Twins felt it was a good time to head out and explore. It wasn't long before the girls learned that the desert was filled with interesting locales.

 

 

 

Kitty: Wow look at that!! Want to head over there and check it out?

Candy: Hmm, yea, defiantly.

Kitty: Good I... wait.. huh? We talking about the memorial right?

Candy: Oh. No. There is a small abandoned shack off the left there that looks like the perfect place for the two of us to keep each other warm

Kitty: Sis.... its hot as fuck out here... and you want to crawl into a small, metal shack to make out?

Candy:

Kitty: Why do I put up with you?

Candy: Because you're as horny as I am?

Kitty: (sighs heavily) Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

Candy:

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Well you know what they say.

Sisters who stay together...

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....play together

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..often...

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The Twins find themselves in Primm where the fun continues.

 

Candy: I don't care what the robot wants, just watch for his wife damnit.

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So that's it for the Twins at the moment. Next time when the Twins return, we'll see more of this....

 

 

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And some of this maybe?

 

 

 

Candy: I don't know what I just found.. but it cant be good....well.. maybe?  No.. no can't be good. She's in a coma.

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Koko will make her return to her regularly scheduled ass-fuckery in my next update. I got that little mod problem fixed. I tried a mod that allowed Marcus to become a follower. I figured it would be fitting after "Koko Does Jacobstown", but it was acting funny and he isn't detected as a valid Sexout partner, so it was sort of pointless.

 

Until next time! Like it if you do. Its the only reason I bother doing these.

 

What mod is this?

 

[Kodiak]

What mod is this?

I'm fairly certain its part of the Sexout Breeder mod. Also.. No need to quote my whole post just to ask a question. I actually missed your question the first time. I was trying to figure out why you quoted me and didn't say anything LOL.