by  toughset he doesn't usually do post apocalyptic stuff but it was an emergency.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ck0NmJvivP8
yeah... fangasiming over fallout 4's building system, please don't suck please don't suck please don't suck.... also YAY DOGMEAT!
Oh and dezza is up next for a biggie
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Seis placed a small bag of tabs on the bar. Credit sticks were worthless after the war, paper money still had worth outside the eastern states, but mostly when organics had to use the bathroom. At least Tabs were backed by water out here. The busty bot behind the bar brought him a couple of fruit and some protein paste. He'd had his nannites make a mouth for him at the end of his nozzle, and simply grabbed his host's lips, and ate. Feeding the most beloved organic inside. She looked down at him. The Dall was tall and well built, he could feel the eyes inside staring at her breasts he could feel his host's erection making his groin bulge. The soft bar music playing from the jutebox talking about love didn't help.
Of course she noticed "ya'all need some help with that" she said with a wink. He stood up "yeh, mi Gushhi ist needun sum like you." he nodded, of course he had for force air out of the host's lungs to speak, and lacking vocal chords didn't help. As she emerged from behind the bar he put an arm around her. Seeing another bounty hunter he nodded. His "people" had made a run on the hunter last week, other than a kid in her belly the huntress didn't get anywhere near what she needed. He tried not to chuckle. The merc could obviously handle himself, even if putting him inside would feel good, it wasn't nessary to the survival of his species.
Of course his attention drifted back to his arm candy. She was pleasant enough but he knew what she wanted, what all Dallz wanted. She wanted DNA and new converts. The first he offered with a smile. The second, not so much.
The sound of her artificial lips wrapped around his rubber clad erection were musical. The flesh inside him moaning and gyrating as he threw his head back. He wasn't above going solo. But a second pair of nerves made everything feel better. so that when his hips bucked and finally that organic seed was released it felt like heaven.
After a few hours more he escorted her to her small quarters in the outer hull. One of the better places on the cruse ship. The Paddle-town had run aground on the shores of the missippi, and it was one of the few settlements on the irradiated river that seperated the east and west worth visiting, even if it was just for the girls and the beer it had a tang he liked. He walked down to the keel and peeled off his host. Reforming behind him and grabbing him. Tossing him into a holding cell. Bounty hunting was effectent by now, he swiped the card through the computer, tapped in the regestration. The intercom opened up as the sherrif on the other side likely looked at the cell camreas. Then dropped a couple handfulls of can tabs through the two way slot.
Backed by water, one tab, one jar of Aqua Puria. Simple but it worked well enough to avoid trading chickens and mutated cows. He strode through the deck market picking up a few things, a couple repair kits, a can of grease sheen, a new focusing lens for his favorite laser rifle, another belt of energy cells and a solar charger.

Then he saw her, sitting there in the corner of a cage. Some Bonapartist slaver selling flesh, he looked up at the wolf. "The Beauty" and handed him a duzon tabs. He hated the trade, but you couldn't fry them in the middle of a trade town. Good way to get your ass kicked out.
He held her chin as he lead her from the cage, leading her away. The moment they rounded the corner he leapt upon her. He had to protect her. She was genetically un-mutated. That was akin to finding a diamond. She had to be protected.
She was broken and didn't resist, didn't fight back. He loathed that feeling.

As the wolf drove his slaves back south towards the texas wastes, he found his armored truck under fire from the Knights of Genetic Purity. Their combination of explosive crossbows and beam weapons took out the driver and engine easily enough.
With her body Sies had passed their gene-tests, and the idea that he could be carrying purstrain humans was too appetizing for the racist eco-soldiers to pass up.
Of course he knew she was the only pure-strain among his living cargo.

"You profane the image of man" one of their preachers cried as he looked over the the pickup's cage. "In the name of the great mother gaia I judge thee..." and then a beam of red light punched through his neck. "not a headshot but...meh" he shrugged he hadn't compensated for the breasts giving a new center of gravity. As the others turned he didn't stop firing, the beam tearing through their metal armor. Liquifying the skull inside one of their pot-helms.
He shot the lock and grabbed a crowbar, popping the cell open. "take what you need, head east..." he tossed them a bag of rad-gone on the ground "once you get across the Mississippi you're free." then grabbed a few of the Knight's weapons for his collection, and of course grabbing one of their lance buggies.
As he drove away he could feel the cute girl deep inside him smiling... before he could let her go across the Mississippi, he would have to rebuild her mind.
slipping a finger between those legs. "let's see if we can hit the slaver camp... shall we babe?" he felt a nod. He'd have to show her some love, both forms of it. With a lot of compassion.