The Fallout

Before venturing forward...

Please note that this is an ENTIRELY original work, in other words NO STEALING. I\'m quite proud of my first attempt at any kind of writing in this manner, and I hope to get some good feedback. I would gladly appreciate any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, and support is always welcome. I have Part 2 ready and waiting if I find this recieves ample support and feedback. Oh, and this has NOT been beta-ed by anyone other than me. Please let me know if you find any odd parts or grammatical errors. (I\'m entirely anal about my writing perfection).

Also, the first few parts of this story are fairly tame, so I would claim it as NC-17 as of now, though it has been rated R for what the future installments will bestow. Parts may be slightly confusing, if you don\'t understand it, I assure you it will be explained in later chapters. If not, mention it and rest assured I will point you in the correct direction.

So, without further ado, here is your feature presentation!
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September 22, 2026

We haven\'t seen daylight for what seems like years, but it can\'t be, must only be weeks, a couple of months even... at the most. The darkness surrounding us isn\'t black, but an engulfing whiteness that encompasses the entirety of our being. Individuality doesn\'t exist here. Everyone is the same, we work as a unit, \"The Community\" is what we are called, but not the communities that we used to be a part of, before the war and our \"recruitment\", as they call it. This community is specifically for the ultimate perfection of the human race, \"In order that we may bring a bright and wholesome future to our newly healed world,\" we chant monotonically. This phrase has been engraved within our minds, we couldn\'t forget it if we tried.

\"Greetings Neighbor.\"

\"And you,\" I reply automatically.

Neighbors, part of the community. Everyone here is a Neighbor... that is, except the Doctors. I recall vaguely that before we arrived in this ivory prison that these men were referred to as doctors. There were women doctors too I think, but that can\'t be right; women have only certain functions \"To cook, to clean, and to provide adequate progeny to The Community\", so I guess I\'m mistaken.


September 25, 2026

We are sitting in the community feeding area where we take our three daily meals, usually consisting of fruits, vegetables, breads... there is no meat, nothing that may cause sickness. The Community Harvesters grow the food, it is rumoured that they work in the sunlight all day... what I wouldn\'t give to see the sun again. One of the Doctors has taken the podium and immediately the room becomes deathly quiet.

\"Greetings Neighbors!\" he speaks emphatically.

\"And you,\" come the replies from around the room. Everyone responds. Everyone has to...

\"I have an exciting announcement to make! We have successfully completed our testing results, and we have determined the pairing for you all. There will be an introduction ceremony in the Community Auditorium later this afternoon where you will each be joined with your new partners,\" he grinned placidly while he let his glance graze the eager faces in front of him.

\"You will each,\" he gestured his arm quickly about the room, \"recieve information on your duties as Community Producers. Yours, I need not stress enough, is one of the most detrimental jobs to The Community. It is your responsibility to produce, as we say, children with above average strength, ingenuity, and most importantly, intelligence. You are the providers of a fruitful future where everyone is equal.\"

There was something in that last sentence that struck me as odd, but after I thought about it two or three times, I realized I was wrong. The Doctor descends from the podium and speaks quietly to a few of the other Doctors before exiting through one of the doors in the back. We have never been through those doors. Only the Doctors are permitted to enter and exit... though a few have gone through and never returned.

The low drone of a faraway horn signals the end of our midday meal. As one, we all rise and exit the room, dropping off our trays at the machines which wash them. After a short walk through the endless hallways which riddle the numerous floors of the Community Production building, we reach the Community Recreation Area. Winding my way through the other men, I came to an abrupt halt as I caught a few pieces of a conversation which caught my interest.

\"...tonight at the ceremony, yes.\"

\"Of course. I\'m so glad that they have finally paired us all so that we can begin our duties as Community Producers,\" replied a rather tall man with sandy colored hair.

\"And I think I speak for all of us when I say that it will be a blessing to finally meet the women,\" said the first man who had spoken. Something in his demeanor suggested that he was a man who had once been very independent... but here we are a unit, and independence is strickly forbidden.

\"Greetings Neighbor.\"

\"And you,\" I replied to the group that I had just made my way to.

\"Anyways, as I was saying, I hope the women are as dedicated to our work as we are. I\'ve heard that some were taken away early on for trying to defy the Doctors. Imagine, forsaking The Community when it has done so much for us.\" He shook his head solemly.

\"Yes, I have heard so as well,\" the tall man confirmed. I had not been able to see his face, but as I glanced to my left, I was struck by the piercing gaze that he held. It was the look of someone with a sense of consciousness above that of the average man. It struck me then that both of these men displayed a unique intelligence.

\"Well I for one think that we have it best,\" said the man to my immediate right. He had dark hair and was very muscular, though it appeared to be one of his natural traits. His look was one that depicted more brawn than brains.

\"How do you mean?\" I asked. It came out before I realized it, and I hoped that nobody thought I was being rebellious. However, before I could recover there was uniformed laughter throughout the group.

\"Ah, a comedian! Do you remember those? You must have been one before you came here, right?\" He laughed merrily.

\"Um, sure,\" I didn\'t wish to disagree after that close call. \"What I mean to say is, do we really know what it is we are going to be doing.\"

\"Well nobody really does do they? Only the Doctors of course, but you do hear the rumors don\'t you? I mean, the Community Harvesters have to toil in the hot sun all day while we get to relax in the cool air.\" He smiled impishly like one who was hoarding all the candy from the other children without their knowledge.

\"Yes, the air is fine enough,\" spoke the man who had first caught my attention. He had an emaciated look. The clothing that had been developed for us as a uniformal size fit loosely on his frail form. I would have thought he was stricken with some illness except that his face had the healthy glow of a young man who had not long ago reached adulthood.

He shifted as if uncomfortable for a brief moment before he continued. \"If I may be entirely candid, I\'m slightly nervous about meeting my partner. Well, not so much meeting her as my duties with her.\"

The muscular fellow laughed scornfully. \"Do you mean to tell me that you\'ve never had a woman?\"

\"Well, yes,\" the boy replied, his face turning a nice brick red.

\"No shame in that son,\" the sandy haired man reassured him. \"You\'ll recieve your instructions on how to do things properly, and I dare say that the Doctors have already thought of this. I\'m sure you are not the only one.\"

The boy looked around as if trying to find any others like him, but after a few moments he seemed to realize that virginity was not written on peoples foreheads.

\"To be sure, it will be good to have a woman again. I just don\'t think that the weekly collection is enough for me, I could use relief about twice a day at the least.\" He smiled impressively as if we should be shocked by his active libido, but I knew the craving myself. I silently agreed that once a week was insufficient for most.

Collection Day was universally agreed by the Producers to be the finest day of the week. After taking our evening meal we would all congregate outside the Collection Department where we would wait (rather impatiently) to be called in. Inside the Collection Department were three rooms, each with a different colored star on the outside, the only color we have yet to see on any part of the facilities. There was the blue door to the left, the yellow door to the right, and the red door at the end of the rather small hallway.

I was always taken to the red room. Inside the Technician would check my number and point me to an unoccupied room. These rooms had mirrors so that the Researchers might observe the proceedings within. The Assistant within the room leads me to a chair similar to those seen in dental offices before the Fallout.

After checking that everything is in place, the Assistant places the screening goggles over my eyes. At first everything is black, and I am vaguely aware that the Assistant has quickly undone my pants. Before I am fully conscious of the hand that reaches within, a blast of images are displayed. They are all erotic, sending heat pulsing throughout my body as the hand strategically maneuvres slightly above me. I feel my moans emit uncontrollably as I begin to push my hips upwards in fierce thrusts. The images become more sexual, women being bound, raped. The the positions they were in were enticingly demeaning. It was obvious that they had no control over their situation, and that pushed me over the edge. Closing my eyes tight, I feel the final rush of relief as the Assistant gently collects my release. Chest heaving, I am given a moment to catch my breath before my pants are done up and the goggles removed.

It never occured to me that these images were not merely for our sexual enjoyment. I would later find that these pictures of unique sexual encounters were to become suggestions, and not for simply our enjoyment, but it would become a necessity. But for now, these were the visual stimulations which drove us to that crux of pleasure where all pent up energy and emotion surges to its apex.

This is what we yearned for weekly, Collection Day. It was simply a few moments of extreme pleasure and release of the sexual tension that had mounted from six days of abstinence. However, it seemed a small price to pay when we thought about the relief to come. The women were going to be quite enjoyable.

I made a slight noise of frustration. In all honesty, I couldn\'t wait to finally take a woman again, whether she consented or not. I felt for a moment that they at least can go without sexual release for long periods, but men cannot. And if my partner attempted to deny me relief? Well, lets just say she would have to take it against her will. I expressed these feelings aloud, and the rest of the group nodded in agreement.

\"I find I can be rather persuasive,\" said the brawny one as he flexed a bicep impressively. He gave a rather goofy lopsided smile and continued, \"Of course, these muscles aren\'t all for looks. I\'ll hold her down and make her scream for it by the end.\" He laughed crudely, but the rest of us only glanced at eachother. Secretly, the thought itself made my heart race.

* * *

We are waiting patiently outside the Community Auditorium. After we had eaten our evening meal we were quickly ushered to the east wing. We have only been in the Auditorium once, in the beginning. I was brief, all they really told us was that we had been specifically chosen according to our reproductive gene output. We had all gone through the testing phase, similar to that of the Collection Day, except with more procedures, some of which I recall were painful.

The Doctors have led us through the doors. I notice immediately that the three-quarters thrust style seating has a purpose now. The seats are divided into three groups, and I notice that there is a banner waving above each. Blue on the left, yellow on the right, red in the center... exactly like the hallway within the Collection Department. The line moves rather slowly as we are divided into the three groups. We all know where we will be.

\"Number,\" said the Doctor in a tiresome voice.

I lift the sleeve of my shirt so that he may read the number tattooed on my upper arm, a product of the identification phase on the testing day. He nods wearily after quickly scanning my arm. Dropping his gaze for a few seconds, he browses the list with his pencil and stops about midway. Placing a swift checkmark he looks up.

\"Number one hundred and forty-seven, red... center.\" He gestures halfheartedly to the middle.

I am unable to resist looking around me as I make my way to the center of the vast auditorium. I had never really noticed just how many Community Producers they had recruited. There must be at least three hundred seats to each section, each with a number to whom it belonged.

\"Number? Very good, follow me.\"

I am led down a row about halfway between the front and back. As I follow I am given the chance to see some of the men being led to the section with the blue banner. I briefly glimpse the brawny Neighbor whom I had spoken with earlier. I began to draw somewhat of a conclusion, and upon quickly perusing the rest of the blue Producers I correctly determined that those were the men that would produce children with great strength and ability.

Glancing swiftly behind me, my sight swept over the men seated in the yellow portion. However, I couldn\'t determine the difference between the men there, and the men seated in my section. The men in the blue seats showed unique physical muscularity, but the other two sections showed no unique or common physical attributes.

\"Right here, number one hundred and forty-seven.\"

Sitting quickly I was able to have a full panoramic view of the scene around me. There was the drone like thousands of insects that echoed throughout the auditorium. We were rarely allowed to speak unless permitted, but I supposed the Doctors allowed the whispers to occur because of the mounting excitement. It seemed that most, like I was, were looking around and trying to determine the meaning of the divisions.

I focused my attention on the stage where I knew the CPC would appear. We rarely saw him, the Community Production Chief. He only materialized when extremely important announcements were to be made. He was a man with a presence. The aura which surrounded him was one which caused everyone to forget any thoughts that might be in our heads and focus entirely on him, well nearly.

\"Greetings Neighbor.\"

I jumped slightly, startled by the voice that had awoken me from my reflections. \"And you.\"

\"Exciting, this... I can\'t wait until the CPC appears.\" I looked to my right and saw the man who addressed me. He was sitting two seats away, leaning over the arm of his chair in order that he might speak softly. He was young, like the boy I had met earlier. I suppose he didn\'t quite realize the magnitude of what was going on. This was the beginning of a new generation, and we were to produce them, to give them life.

There have been no children since the Fallout. They say that any that had been concieved before and born after had to be killed because of abnormalities. I remember walking the streets before the war, listening to the gay laughter of the children running about the neighborhood. How were we to know that in only a few short weeks our entire world would be turned upside down, and many would not survive.

\"So, what kind of partner do you think you\'ll get?\" he asked enthusiastically.

\"I don\'t rightly know, whoever the Doctors think suits me I suppose,\" I answered.

\"Well, I don\'t know about you, but I\'ve always had a thing for brunettes.\" He grinned sheepishly and there was a boyish light in his eyes which matched his young features.

Before I could reply to this rather unexpected piece of information, another man sat next to me and our conversation was abruptly ended. I thought about what the young man had said. It had been a long while since I had pictured my perfect woman, and though I tried, all I could recall was that she had red hair. I smiled, glad that I had at least found something that I could relate with, and I silently thanked the boy for leading me to find an individual preference. Yes, this was one individuality that I was allowed to keep secret, the thing that steered my passion. Simple, yes, but something that willed my emotion nonetheless.

\"Greetings Community Producers!\" The words promptly drew my attention to the stage.

\"And you!\" Came the rather raucous reply from the audience.

\"My Neighbors! The time has finally come, the moment we have all been waiting for.\" He beamed at us all with a genuinely ecstatic demeanor. \"I cannot tell you how excited we are to have finally completed the pairing phase!\"

He paused to allow the enthusiastic applause wash over the auditorium like waves in a tide pool. He waited a few moments before continuing, though it was obvious that this moment was more important than we could even comprehend, though the next few weeks would reveal much that we didn\'t know.

\"It has been a long process, but we have ultimately determined the women who you will be paired with. This was done using state-of-the-art scientific studies and procedures in order that we would be able to determine the best pairing possibilities to produce children with greater abilities than anyone of the past.

As I\'m sure you have all noticed, you have all been divided into three sections; the blue, the yellow, and the red. I am going to explain to you all the meaning of these colors. The blue section consists of men who not only exhibit above average muscularity and strength, but were found during the testing phase to repeatedly pass these traits on in the DNA of their sperm. These qualities will be used for our future Harvesters and Builders. The yellow section is made up of those who display excellent ingenuity and invention, a resourcefullness which is also passed on through their DNA. The children of the yellow Producers will become our Inventors, Researchers, and Developers. Finally, we have our red group. I must stress the importance that this group holds, because their children will be the ones who will be our future Doctors, Technicians, and Assistants. Their job is to produce children with the utmost capacity for intelligence and genius.\"

I let this information sink in for a moment. It seemed to me that what he was describing was a brilliant plan without flaw. I noticed however that each group he described had nothing to do with the women. Upon further analysis, I realized that any girls who were produced would be destined to be either Community Kitchen Maids, Community Cleaning Maids, or Community Producers. There would be no other place for them as all the other jobs were suited and assigned to men.

\"We must all,\" here he paused again for emphasis as he opened his arms wide as if to embrace us all. \"Yes, all. We must all come together in the dawn of this new era so that we may bring a wonderful future to those who follow us! It is up to you, the Community Producers, to do this. You are the future, and your genes will live on! So do your duties faithfully and well to ensure the prosperity of all!\"

He grinned widely to a new bought of applause and cheers. The mounting excitement within the room was electric, the tension almost tangible as if at any moment chaos would erupt. I took this brief interval between statements to look around quickly. Every face in the auditorium was facing the CPC with looks of pure delight. It never occured to me until then that I was the only man whos attention was not completely drawn to the CPC, but I would later realize that this was only the beginning of my alienation from The Community.

* * *

\"Well, I suppose now we\'ve come to it. Before the official ceremony is to commence I am going to give you a few instructions as to your duties. Now, this is very important, so you must all pay strict attention to what I\'m about to say.\" He looked around meaningfully, though to my mind he needn\'t have even spoken this request as he already had everyones undivided diligence.

\"Now then. As you all know, you have been specifically chosen to produce children with your unique and coveted traits. I\'m sure none of us has forgotten that copulation was the means we previously practiced before the Fallout, and this is going to continue. So those of you who have had practice, well you are one step ahead.\" There was general laughter at this remark, though I noticed a few younger faces burned red. It was as sandy haired man had said, they had thought of almost everything.

\"So, for those of you who are, how do we say, \'previously educated\', you should still listen up. Sexual intercourse may be performed in any way you please, feel free to \'mix things up\' if you will. You will be provided in your assigned rooms with specific booklets that will not only tell you how to go about performing the act itself, but also give you a few new ideas. We feel it is vitally important that you should never become tired or bored of your duties.\"

His look became serious for a moment. There was a deafening silence as if not a single being in the room dared to breath. All eyes were transfixed upon the figure above them. I even suprised myself by finding that I, like several others, had come to perch on the edge of my seat. The excitement was contagious, I felt drawn in despite my will.

\"This is extremely critical. You are all required to have intercourse with your partners at least three times each week. This of course excludes the one week in which your partner has her cycle. That week will be a week of rest, one day of that week to be assigned as Collection Day. Your partner will be removed from your lodgings and will remain away until she is fit to return. You have the other three week period of each month to successfully produce one fertilized egg.\"

He let the information sink in, and only a few faces looked slightly confused. I knew however that as soon as we were shown to our lodgings that I would find a booklet with all of this information. I couldn\'t help wondering where it was the women would go during this time, no doubt somewhere nice to relax and enjoy their \'time off\'.

\"Do not worry, as part of the testing phase we studied the fertility of both partners, as well as the individuals. Part of your acceptance was based on the primary productivity that you all achieved, so this will not be difficult for any of you. Once you have achieved the fertilization of the egg, it will be removed and will continue to mature in our laboratories. We have already found a way to cut the developing period of the fetus to one-third its original gestation period of nine months. Three months is all it takes now.\"

I felt my mouth drop as I (and many others) stared wide-eyed at the man in front of us. He suddenly seemed a god. Anyone who could possibly dream as well as achieve something as extraordinary as this must have some powers beyond that of mortal men. However, science had been doing some amazing things in the years before the war... but nothing this spectacular.

\"After the egg has been moved to the labs, any remaining days you have in that session may be used for non-copulatory activities such as oral stimulation, and anything else you might desire to try, be creative.\" He winked at us while laughter swept the room. \"But you may only take advantage of these, er... enjoyments when you have completed your duties.\"

He beamed at the looks of sheer ecstacy that riddled the room. I laughed softly as I noticed that some of the men (most of whom were seated in the blue section) had grown noticeably hard at the idea. However, in their defense the uniforms we were made to wear did nothing whatsoever to aid in hiding such protuberances. In fact, I had actually grown slightly apprehensive myself.

\"I suppose I could talk forever and bore you all to tears,\" here he chuckled at his own joke. \"But I am cleverer than that. Besides, any questions you have are all answered in the booklets, so we will move on.\"

Inclining his head slightly to the right, I noticed some movement behind the curtains off the side of the stage. He focused for a moment on the movement before turning his attention back to his expectant audience.

\"You will each be called up one-by-one according to your number. When your number is called, you are to stand up and mount the stage using those stairs,\" he explained pointing to some steps which climbed from the left. \"You are to come to the center of the stage where you will recieve your new uniforms which display a star in the color of your group with your number on it. After this has been done your partner will emerge from the curtains off the stage there. You will be allowed greet eachother before being led offstage into the waiting area. Here you may speak until the entire ceremony is complete, after which you will all be shown to your new lodgings.\"

The silence within the room had reached the point where we could almost hear our own hearts beating. I felt my own breath catch in my throat suffocating my very being. It seemed that this brief moment would last an eternity.

\"Okay, I suppose we will begin then. Number one!\"

I watched as if enchanted as the man stood up from the yellow section and made his way to the stage. Even from the distance I was at he was obviously trembling though he walked up to the stage with a look of pride. I secretly envied him as he reached the stage, he was the first... only one hundred and forty-six more people to go.

* * *

The list gradually crept on at what seemed to me a pace which might have barely outstripped a snail. The first shock and pleasure of seeing a woman (even from this distance) had worn off, but it had been an amazing moment. It seemed when these pairs met that they were instantly attracted to one another. I silently commended the Doctors and the CPC for doing such a capital job in their effort to make compatible matches. Another thing that I couldn\'t help noticing was that the women seemed to be grouped as we were. Mind you, the women matched with the men of the blue group weren\'t quite as muscular, they were obviously naturally fit.

\"Number one hundred and forty!\"

I snapped to attention when the boy with whom I had spoken before the ceremony had begun stood up and made his way to the stage. He seemed unable to contain his excitement, and upon closer inspection in seemed that it was only with the entirety of his self control that he was not running to get to the stage. His demeanor exuded complete confidence as if he knew exactly what he was going to see emerge from behind the curtains of his destiny.

I watched intently as he recieved his uniforms from the Doctors onstage and turned expectantly to face his future. Slowly, as it had done numerous times already, the veil drew back. Because of the slight projection of the walls on either side of the stage, the man waiting there was able to get the first glimpse before everyone else could see. I think I knew simply by the look on his face that his dream woman had just materialized before his very eyes. Less than a second later a rather cute brunette stepped into the light. She had the kind of figure I liked in a woman, curvy with pleasant breasts. I personally liked my women taller than this girl, and with slightly plumper buttocks if I were to be entirely critical, but it was blatantly apparent that she was exactly what the boy had always imagined.

Six to go, now five. I felt myself growing increasingly apprehensive. With three to go the man sitting directly to my right was called forward. I felt as if a spotlight had been turned on me. I shifted uncomfortably as my stomach made a sickening lurch. I had always had a difficult bought of stage fright that had failed even to be suppressed by the public speaking courses I had taken while still in College. If I hadn\'t been rooted to the spot I think I would have run directly out of the Auditorium.

\"Number one hundred and forty-seven!\"

The words echoed in my mind. Unaware that my body was even moving I stood up and found myself approaching the stage. I was completely aware of the hundreds of eyes watching my every step, but somehow I managed to subconsciously block them out. Before I even knew what I was doing, I had ascended to the platform. It seemed I was entirely removed, as if I only watched the man I recognized as myself from a distance haven. He accepted his uniform with a nod and turned awaiting the final moment. Every motion, everything I did was completely automatic.

Breathing deeply I suddenly became entirely aware of everything about me, every emotion I was feeling, the beating of my own heart... it seemed all drawn together in a pattern of expectation. The drape drew aside and for a moment there was nothing but darkness. A second later a silhouette moved forward and the first light illuminated the figure of my doom.

END PART ONE