You are Anon. You live in one of the shittiest neighborhoods in Rockville, Maryland. Your favorite hobbies are masturbating to Chinese

cartoons, shitposting on /vg/, and playing vidya games. It is 2:40 AM on a cold, stormy night. Are you asleep? Of course not, you're playing

a heavily modded Fallout New Vegas, complete with just about every pervy thing you could find on LoversLab. As you are watching Cass get spit-

roasted by Deathclaws, you awake from your degeneracy to a large crash. You do not own a firearm or a katana(that's for the next social

security check), so you do what any good Anon would do: dive under your Go-Go Nippon bedsheets and hug your cheeto dusty Twilight Sparkle

daikamura and whimper "Go away please".

You hear someone coming up the steps, but since you're alone, you know it isn't mummy bringing you dinner or a snack. This is it, some

dindu broke into your house, and is likely coming up to stab you, then steal everything that isn't fused to the floor with your jizz. The door

to your bedroom creaks open, you tremble and between sobs, you utter out "Take anything you want! Please don't murder me." You hear the

footsteps get closer, until eventually your bed shifts. "Dear god, please no!" you cry. The unknown figure then wraps his arm around your

waist, and you hear it breathing down your neck. You hear a familiar voice whisper "Fear not, my child."

Holy shit, it's Todd Howard! You peel the covers off of your head and turn around to see his beautifully sculpted face. You whimper out

"T-Todd-senpai?" He smirks and asks "Why aren't you playing Fallout 3?" You stutter as you try to say that the story is god-awful. He frowns,

"Don't lie to me, buddy, tell me the truth." He's right. You never really cared about how shit the story was. You tell the truth "Loverslab

mods". He nods his head, understanding of your predicament. You ask "Why doesn't Fallout 3 have two hu-" Todd places his glorious fingers over

your lips and shushes you, he leans closer and whispers "I know what you really want." He clears his throat and says "Fallout 4 is the most

ambitious project I've ever worked on." For what seems like hours, Todd slowly and seductively whispers his sweet little lies into your ear.

As he goes on about how the AI works off it's own schedule, he runs his hand up and down your crotch. Your dick becomes diamonds as Todd the

Sex God works his magical fingers around your love shaft. You moan in pleasure at both the handjob, and the complexity of the settlement

building.

He ends it by whispering "And you can play it, right now." You couldn't hold it anymore, you jizz so hard that it blows a hole through your

blanket, the wall, the walls of your neighbors, and it even goes through President Obama. As you hear the collective jizzing and celebratory

gunfire from Republicans and the unfiltered rage of Liberals, you completely rip off your covers and pounce on top of Todd. "How!?" you ask.

He tells you to go to your computer and close your eyes. You do so eagerly. You turn to your computer screen and close your eyes. You hear

another crash, bits of asbestos-laced concrete fall on top of your head. Todd yells "Keep them closed!"; you don't want to comply, but you do

so anyways. For you don't want your idol to be disappointed. You hear at least five more crashes, then you feel rain pouring down on your head.

"Don't even think about it!" he sings. After you are drenched in rainwater and probably have tuberculosis, he finally says "Open up, and turn

around!"

You open your eyes and you spin your chair around. You cannot believe your eyes! Where your bed once was is now covered by 300 foot erect

penis. You scream "Todd-senpai, where are you!?" You rush around the ultracock to find the rest of him. He asks "You see this dick?" You nod,

"You can climb it!" He then locks eyes with you and you feel compelled to climb Todd's monster cock. His voice appears in your head "Don't be

afraid!" he says, "I'll be with you the rest of the way!". You get a running start and grab on to Todd's marvelous foreskin, making sure to

give it a lick while stuttering "N-no homo". You slowly but surely climb as Todd's voice says a new fact about Fallout 4 every 50 feet.

You need more, so you climb faster. Eventually, his shaft gets slightly more narrow, you look up and see his big, juicy glans.

Your mouth waters, and you ask "Can I?". "Yes, my son." he replies. You climb all the way to the top and start fitting as much of it as you

can into your mouth. "Now, for the final quest." Todd says. "Spread your asscheeks, then accept me inside of you!". You reply "But it's too

big!" You feel him rubbing your butt. "I believe in you, Anon. You can do it!" You break down and cry. This is the first time anyone has ever

believed in you, and it just so happens to be the person you masturbate to the most. You say "Okay, Todd-senpai!"

You don't need lube, for you have been fucked so many times by other companies. Not Todd. You jump on Todd's glans like a trampoline,

you want to make sure that you can fit him all the way down to the hilt of his man sword. Once you managed to get high enough, you curled up

and did a front flip and are cannonballing straight towards Todd's cock. You are pretty sure you got struck by lighting, but you don't care.

Your 285 pound body brought you to terminal velocity quickly. As you get closer to your final destination, you spread your asscheeks as wide

as you can and bellow out "I'm ready for you, Todd!" You land right on target. As you slide down Dong Howard, you feel your insides ripping

apart like toilet paper. It hurts so much, but you can't stop, this is the fate you chose. Eventually, Todd's cock bursts out your back.

You are speechless, mostly because your vocal cords got torn out, but also because now you know it's over. He lied to you once more. You start

to black out as you approach his face. You can't go any further. With your last bit of consciousness, you hear him whisper one final thing:

"Preorder the Pip-Boy Edition now, and get the Fallout Anthology for half-off". Finally, darkness.

But there is a flash of blinding light, and a loud explosion. You wake up and find yourself in a colorful 1950's version of your apartment.

All of your anime shit is replaced with Vault Tec, Robco and Chrysalis posters. Not even your Twikamura was spared, as she was turned into a

Vault Girl version of her former self. At least she kept the wings and horn. Your 5000 dollar computer is replaced with a brand-new RobCo 4096

Desktop. You walk to your desk to check out your retro-tech. You inspect the computer itself a bit more, just to make sure it isn't an Nvidia

-powered 3584. You sit in your chair and turn on the screen. It flickers on and you recognize that it's essentially your Windows partition.

Has all of the same stuff on the desktop as your "old" computer. You boot up New Vegas, and Cass is still being raped by Deathclaws. You close

it, but then you notice an alert in the start menu: a new program! You flip through the menus and see it: Fallout 4. You are estatic, your

hand shakes as you click on the big, stylized 4. The familiar Betheseda game launcher pops up, coupled with the Fallout Theme. The computer

slows down for a bit and then a window appears: "The settings have been automatically set to ultra." Your grin and your dick grow at equal

rates. You click "Play" and get ready for a mixture of happiness and disappointment.