Vault 615
Copyright© 2026 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 1: Waking Up
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: Waking Up - A special Vault was constructed to help humanity survive the end of the world, but the citizenry of Vault 615 discover there is much more to discover than meets the eye.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Fan Fiction Science Fiction Paranormal Cheating Cuckold Cream Pie Exhibitionism Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Body Modification Hairy Size Small Breasts Geeks Politics
“I feel I must remind you that it is an undeniable, and may I say a fundamental, quality of man, that when faced with extinction, every alternative is preferable.”
— Director Leonard Church (voiced in Reconstruction by John Marshall Reed; the role was originally voiced by Burnie Burns), Red vs. Blue, Season 6 (Reconstruction), Chapter 18 (Director’s message). Originally released 2008. Created and produced by Rooster Teeth Productions. © 2008 Rooster Teeth Productions. All rights reserved.
The hissing of the machinery started the process of stirring the humans within.
The cryogenic preservation systems had been installed hundreds of years ago under a joint contract by Vault-Tec Research Division, with material contributions from RobCo Industries, West Tek, GDA Fusion, Atomic Mining Services, and The Bysshe Company. No one within could appreciate the efforts being done to preserve their flesh and blood...
As color and light returned to them, they were shaking their heads, feeling the cold and thinking that they were waking up from a frozen sleep, but ice crystal formation would have destroyed cellular integrity.
A controlled suspended metabolic arrest was what had been done to them with the point and purpose of keeping them alive in a manner that would allow for them to still have their physical and mental faculties when they woke up.
The core body temperature within was about five degrees celsius. A calibrated mixture of carbon dioxide to induce a reversible hypometabolic state and nitrogen to create an inert buffer environment, which would prevent oxidative cellular damage.
A liquid nitrogen kept the bodies cold to a near zero threshold.
For the brain’s preservation, a low-amperage electrical field was maintained across cortical regions. Lastly, every person’s heart was slowed to less than one heart beat per minute.
The procedure came with risks as all scientific advancement did, but for those within these West Tek reinforced cryo-pods, they would be able to survive a nuclear apocalypse.
The process of undoing all of this was not like the steps that put one in a cryo-pod. For many, if they walked into a capsule for suspended animation, it was as peaceful as falling asleep.
Waking up was a bitch and a half for most that came with the side effects of nausea, vomiting, sweating, chills, mild muscle atrophy, headaches, and dizziness.
Those within the vault were discovering these byproducts of their preservation.
One by one, they walked out. Some walked, some fell to their knees, some stayed in their pods, but so many of them were holding onto the edge of the pod, looking around.
One such person was forty four year old Kathryn Walker. She touched her face, slapped her hands against her waists, stomach, breasts, and backside as though she had misplaced her billfold.
Where the fuck am I?
That was her first thought. Then the next struck her. If she was in a cryo-pod, that must mean she was in a Vault. Her husband had paid for the entire family to be in a vault, but as she looked around, she realized she saw none of them.
She was desperate to run and flee, but her muscles would not move. Then, as she looked around, she found that others were doing the same.
Being a practical woman, panic would do her no favors; of that, she was most certain, so she did what any intelligent woman in charge of her faculties could do in that moment.
She took a breath.
When a somewhat calm found her, a Mister Handy was directing people from this room with cryo-pods.
What Kathryn Walker found funny was this Mister Handy robot spoke with a unique cadence. He sounded less like a robotic unit to make people feel comfortable and more like some kind of automaton.
“Residents, proceed in an orderly line. Advance sequentially. Maintain spacing. Physical contact is unnecessary.”
Despite her misgivings, she decided to follow suit, which led to her coming to something like an auditorium.
What else could she do? She was in a vault, likely underground, without the ability to leave because being in vault meant the world had ended.
“Hello, Vault Dwellers of Vault 615!” came an excited voice.
When they all turned, a projector turned to a large wall that had identifiable speakers on them.
A black haired scientist with a mustache and lab coat appeared. He was standing in front of a table that had chemicals on it. If she thought about it, he looked a little like Robert House, the richest man in America ... maybe even the world.