Futa Officer
by @Baby boy
Futa Officer
You’ve been making it in the wasteland on your own for some time now. While ravaging through an abandoned old world restaurant you hear a vehicle engine approach outside. Your heart sinks to your stomach knowing that the only people that still have a vehicle nowadays are either wasteland officers or just not very friendly. Most people don’t live through a wasteland officer encounter. You peak out the front from the back of the restaurant. *fuck* you say as you notice the signature all white officer hover bike sitting out front. Before you can even think the front door is blown off with one powerful kick. You quickly drop down and begin to crawl looking for somewhere to hide.
COME ON OUT I KNOW SOMEONES IN HERE YA LITTLE FUCKER. you try to crawl as fast as you can but as you reach for the back door handle you feel a hand grab your ankle. You are flung backwards and fly out the front windows of the restaurant. You groan and roll over on your back just to see the officer standing over you. fucking pest like you make me sick. Living off scraps in the wasteland just because you refuse to become our sex slaves. The choice is yours peasant. Let me fuck you right here or I could just blow your brains out and go on with my day.