New Life in New Vegas Part 3: Guard Duty
New Life in New Vegas
New Life in New Vegas
Part 3: Guard Duty Rick, having cut his name short, since it didn't seem to fit something of his size anymore, was on guard duty out front in Jacobstown. The weather was still cool, but he was better clothed now, having fitted into clothing that was made for Super Mutants and the Nightkin. He had a pair of boots tailored to fit his digigrade legs and paws, he had made his own furred loincloth wrap that held his impressive bulge, and over his chest and shoulders was makeshift armor that he had made and formed to fit with his bare hands, made out of sheets of metal and tied together with wire. Some fur inside of it made it more comfortable, but combined with everything else and his gloves, he was much better than he was initially upon his abrupt entrance into Jacobstown. It had been a quiet week for him, mosty resting up to heal all his broken bones and gaping chest wound and aside from some stiffness and occassional popping when moving, he was feeling better than ever. He was the only one on duty today, since he had the strength of about two Super Mutants, and it wasn't necessary to have so many out front, but he didn't mind. Things had been nice since moving there. There was food, a place to sleep, and he wasn't looked at funny for being what he was. Not that he was a normal Super Mutant, but when everyone other than Doctor Henry are mutants, there's a natural kinship in that. Suddenly Ricks ears pricked up and he grunted as he stood up, grabbing for his Super Sledge that Marcus gave him. A soft buzz was coming up the road, growing louder, unmistakenable for a creature that was prevalent in the mountains... "CAZADORS!" Rick yelled out and within seconds, three other Super Mutants and Marcus were running up behind him, make shift weapons in hand as they made a line at the gates to the lodge, waiting for the creatures to attack. A wave of black and orange sped over the horizon of the hill, a flutter of speed and intensity as the assortment of winged bugs flew at them. Their speed was amazing, faster than anything else in the Mojave Wasteland and vicious when in a group. They swarmed upon the mutants, a beating of wings and sledges the only things that could be heard as the mutants held their ground. Rick instantly mashed his sledge through one of the creatures head, crushing it into a bloody mass of pulp, but before he could recover with his lumbering size, two more were on him, slashing and biting at open areas of his armor, glowing green blood spattering to the ground around him. One of the Super Mutants bellowed out, blood gushing from the stump of his arm where his hand had been, disoriented for a second before going into a mad rage, swinging and punching at everything he could see around him. Marcus had crushed the head of a falled Cazador under his boot and was going to help his comrade when two more were upon him. Furious now, Rick reached out to the bug in front of him and grabbed his wings, roaring as he tore both wings off, the monstrous bug collapsing to the ground and scurrying about fearfully before Rick shoved his foot through the creatures abdomen in a satisfying gorey squish. The fighting lasted for another ten minutes, the mutants smashing countless bugs until the last Cazador had fallen to the ground, Sledge smashed through his head, not a buzz could be heard. Marcus was wrapping up the one mutants stump and the others grunted as they started to haul the corpses away from the area, tearing off parts that could be used as either food or perhaps something the doctor might be able to use. Rick had slumped up against a metal post, huffing heavily, sweat glistening across his chest, as he tried to shrug off the cuts and wounds, some of which had started to heal. "Will he be alright, Marcus?" "He will. I'm going to take him to the doctor and see if he can help at all, though I fear his hand won't be able to be reattached in the state it's in." Marcus held up the torn apart hand, barely even recognizable as such and made his way to the lodge with the injured mutant. Rick nodded and resumed his duty at the entrance till nightfall came around and he was relieved of his spot to go eat and rest up. He grabbed a plateful of Bighorner and went to his room to relax from a tough day, devouring the cooked meat before laying back into his bed, pulling off his armor and stripping down to just his bare skin, laying naked upon the destroyed mattress, powerful arms behind his head as he let out a small grin. In his weeks of becoming a mutant coyote, he had grown to love his power, the feeling of his massive muscles flexing and straining, whether it be from hardwork or fighting off another creature. Slowly he began to rub over his chest, flexing his pecs in his grasp, feeling the taught muscle stretch his skin out, veins pulsing, tracing one with his finger that met at his nipple, giving it a pinch and letting out a soft groan, trying to not be too loud. Quickly his enormous organ began to grow with attention, sliding down his amazingly thick legs, drooling some of his green pre onto the bedding until he grappled it with both hands, unable to wrap his hands around the thickness. Grunting out as he thrust into his grip, sporting a cock that could shame some of the horses he saw, grinning as he imagined a big horse being jealous of his size. It was the first time he had really let himself go with his body and it wasn't long till he felt ready to cum, but to do so here would make his room a mess and Rick didn't want to make his room reak of his scent anymore than it did so he quickly hurried over to the window and opened it, shoving his cock through into the open air and quickly jerked his cock while fondling his hanging orbs. His muscles strained larger, veins glowing brighter as he stifled a roar, arching his hips as he started to shoot rope after rope of sticky seed out into the backyard. Rick thought he could've filled a bucket with how much he shot out and was glad that the glow of his green spunk faded quickly and would soon be covered by a light snow. Panting heavily, sweat trickling down the curves of his muscles, he wiped off his cock head with a rag and went back to his bed and laid out satisfied. He didn't find it wrong that he was turned on by his own body, though the idea briefly crossed his mind that he probably wouldn't be able to get with anyone due to his size. A disappointing thought, but he wasn't going to let it get him down, falling asleep with a full belly and bathing in the afterflow of his release.