It Never Changes
Commissioned by FA: Heru during the last commission batch, we have a little Fallout story, with the what-if of whether there were vaults that allowed for animal testing. Called the A-Vaults, they meshed humans and animals together, to create things better able to survive, at the cost of some humanity.
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It Never Changes For Heru By Draconicon
He'd never thought that he'd be cornered by two idiots like these. Cornell shook his head as he dropped his bag of goods, the metal clattering and clanking on the damaged road as his attackers held their guns on him. The shimmer of sunlight off of the barrels didn't give him any particular need to fight back; the rabbit knew better than that. It had been bred into him from the start of the Vault experiments.
The bull and horse likely had their own programming, bits of behavior that were left over from the animals that they'd started as. He didn't know which of the A Vaults that they'd come from; it was too secretive a program for anyone but the dwellers of said vault to know much about. But the way they held their guns was professional enough for him not to question it.
Leaning forward, the bull nudged the bag, and then looked down at him.
"What do you got for us, rabbit?"
"Just scrap. Didn't find anything good."
"Yeah? Well, that's for us to decide. Jim, open it."
"Hey, I did it last time."
Cornell felt a little twitch at the edge of his mouth as the bull and horse raiders started arguing. Unfortunately, one of them was always keeping an eye on him, so there was no chance of running. However...
They weren't making him keep his hands on the air, so that was something. The rabbit slowly pulled his hands behind his back, making sure that he just looked like a man trying to be patient with his betters. In reality, he was reaching for his one way out of this, and hoping that he didn't get a bullet to his head for his trouble.
Jim, apparently the horse, continued arguing.
"Gary, you know these fuckers keep pulling weird stuff out of the ruins. What if there's snakes in there like last time?"
"Then we use another bit of antidote on you."
"Yeah? Well why don't you do it?"
"Because I'm the one that found him, remember? This was my idea, and we do it my way."
"Yeah, well, your way sucks."
"Not as hard as you do."
They finally turned to glare at each other at the same time. Despite the guns still being pointed at him, the rabbit decided to risk it. He wasn't going to get a better shot at it than this.
Whipping the Mesmetron out from behind him, he managed to get one shot off before either of the raiders noticed that he wasn't just sitting back like a good boy. The bull went down, his eyes glazing over, and as the horse turned, raising his weapon, Cornell managed to get off a second shot. Not a good one, though; Jim wobbled as the glancing shot went past his head, obviously leaving him dizzy.
The second shot finished the job, hitting him right between the eyes. The horse collapsed next to the wobbling bull, the pair of them groaning. Cornell holstered his weapon, shaking his head a few times.
"Thank you, Paradise Falls..."
He had never done any trading with them, but the weapons that they made there were better than most for getting out of a situation without killing someone. He took a couple of deep breaths, sitting down by the dazed raiders and looking from one to the other.
Now that they weren't holding weapons on him, he could see that they were, well, cute. Not in a very adorable way, but in a masculine, 'would fuck' sort of way. He looked over them a bit, and smiled as he reached down and groped their asses. They didn't respond, but he saw a little twitch in the crotches of their pants as they were squeezed.
"Oh ho, you already like that sort of thing..."
Cornell certainly liked the idea of that. He pulled his hands back. Much as he liked the idea of a bit of fun, he knew that there were other issues. If he wasn't careful, they could come out of the trance and kill him. More than that, they'd be a menace to everyone around here if he didn't make sure that he taught them the 'right way' before he left. So he pulled out the gun again, giving them a couple more blasts to the face, just to keep their brains nice and scrambled.
"Hello, boys. Isn't it a good day?"
His opening question got a drunken nod, and he smiled. That was about what he hoped for.
"I'm glad you think so. But there are so many ways to make it better. That's why you wanted to stop me, to talk about it, to have me help you make your day better."
Not technically a lie; all the stuff that they wanted to steal from me would have made their day much better.
"You came to the right rabbit. Cornell knows all the secrets to happiness, and he's happy to teach anyone willing to learn. You're both willing to learn, right?"
As they nodded, he stood up.
"The keys to happiness lie in service. Helping someone else is one of the best ways that you can make yourself happy. Help them feel good. Help them feel better about themselves. Give them aid as they walk along. Yes, the feeling of helping another is the best way to happiness, if I do say so myself.
"Why, look at me. I'm helping the pair of you without even being asked, and you know, I feel wonderful. Do you know how good you'd feel if you served someone else?"
The two of them looked at each other, and slowly answered, one after the other.
"Much..."
"Better...?"
"That's right. Much, much better. In fact, why don't you come along with me? You can serve me in all kinds of ways. It'll make you feel so good, and I can keep teaching you all the different things I know about being happy."
Not to mention that I can see how far that submissive streak goes in you boys...
It didn't take them very long to nod, and soon they were back on their feet, standing beside him. Cornell reached up, patting the two much larger males on the back. They were so tall that he had to stand on tiptoe to even reach their shoulders.
"Alright, boys. Get your weapons, and let's get going."
The Mesmetron's control started wearing off about twenty minutes later, but Jim and Gary didn't turn on him, so he figured that the control was still holding pretty strong. The rabbit walked between them as one of them carried his loot and the other kept an eye on the road.
However, he was rather conscious of getting eyed up by the pair of them every so often. It didn't happen all the time, but Cornell occasionally caught one of them looking him up and down as they made their way down the road. He was flattered, but had to keep telling himself that it was just part of the programming asserting itself, rather than the pair of them starting to look at him like a piece of meat.
It was a little past noon when Gary the bull finally talked again.
"Hey, uh, Cornell, right?"
"Yeah. Something wrong?"
"Well, kinda."
The bull waved for his companion to stop, and set the loot on the ground. Gary blushed a bit, and slowly turned. He pulled at the back of his pants, exposing his ass to the pair of them.
"I, uh, got a real 'itch' inside me...think you can help me out?"
Cornell stared in utter shock. He'd expected to get a little fun with them, sure, but that was meant to be later, not right off the bat. He opened his mouth, but Jim beat him to it.
"Hey, man, that ain't right."
"Thank you, Jim -"
"I got the bigger itch, and I need him to look at me first."
"...What?"
The rabbit stared as the other big guy bent over, pulling his pants down. Soon, he had two big muscled asses pointing his way, one puckered and pink, the other dark and sticking out a bit like a donut. He blushed as his cock started getting harder and harder in his pants, drawn towards the pair of rumps like metal towards a magnet.
"You boys...both need it?"
"Yeah...it's 'itching' so bad, Cornell..."
"Come on. Help your boys out..."
He couldn't stop himself. Soon, he was right behind the pair of them, his hands rubbing at their rumps. With his height, he barely had to lean forward to take a closer look at their asses, his nostrils flaring instinctively as he moved from one ass to another. The hot, bitter smell of a hole waiting to be fucked filled his nose, and his fingers clenched around the tight ass cheeks the pair of them had.
"Oh, I'm gonna scratch that it...I'm gonna scratch it hard."
Growling in a most un-rabbitlike way, Cornell shoved a finger into the horse's puckering donut of a hole, while leaning into the bull's and licking over it. The pair of them moaned as he started finger-fucking and rimming them. The taste of hot sweat and twitching flesh made the rabbit pant, his cock throbbing harder and harder in his pants as he teased the pair of them. Hot walls clenched on his finger, and the bull's ass pushed back against his face, begging for more attention.
He was happy to give it to both of them. In short order, his tongue was sliding deep into the bull's ass, and he had slid two more fingers into Jim's tight hole, stretching it out. The two tough raiders moaned like little bitches as they got their itches scratched, and leaned forward with their hands down against the road.
But he needed to assuage his own needs, too.
Cornell pulled back, dragging his pants down and exposing his cock. It wasn't as big as theirs, but with asses that tight, it'd be perfect. He rammed it into the bull's begging hole, pumping it hard and fast, as his fingers curled and rubbed at the horse's prostate.
It didn't take long for his boys to cum, and he came shortly after, filling his little bitch with all the rabbit seed that he needed. Cornell pulled out slowly, his cock greasy with his cum, but he tucked it away anyway. There was no time for cleaning now, or anything more than a quicky. He waved for them to follow, and they were off on the road again, all three of them sporting wet spots in the front of their clothes.
A month or two later, Cornell could hardly imagine how much his life had changed. With the help of his new muscle, he'd managed to scavenge more than four times as much as he used to, and even had the time to fix it up properly for sale. The wastelanders that came by the crossroads were always looking for more weapons or trusty equipment, and he had the best that they could get.
He was swimming in caps, and with the help of his boys, in hot ass, as well. The rabbit was just in the process of locking the front door when he felt a big hand wrapping around his waist, reaching down for his cock, and chuckled.
"Alright, alright, Jim. I'll come fuck your ass in a minute."
"Thank you...I can't wait."
"Neither can I. See how service makes you happy?"
The End