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The painful stab of fangs into her thigh was the first indication the wastelander had that she was in trouble.

"What the hell?" Carline's pistol filled her hand and she looked in all directions. There was no sign of an attacker, just rocks, desert foliage, and the towers of Helios One in the distance.

Maybe she stepped on a board with nails in it, or a bit of cactus, and it snapped up against her leg? There was no board in sight, though. Just two bleeding punctures in her vault suit and, worryingly, a rapidly spreading weakness in her leg. Carline put her pistol away and leaned against a nearby boulder. At the rate it was spreading she might not be able to stand soon.

She cursed herself for not buying any antivenom in Novac. She'd planned to give any cazadores a wide berth, why would she need antivenom?

Carline's bitten leg buckled and she fell against the boulder. Cursing, she managed to turn around so her back was to the thing. The two bleeding punctures in her thigh were a hand's-breadth apart. That and the fact that whatever bit her got her in the thigh rather than the calf told it the attacker was pretty big. Maybe it was small, but walked on two legs like a gecko. Geckos weren't poisonous but she'd heard of ones that breathed fire. Maybe there was a little known poisonous species, but that didn't explain why she didn't see it coming. If whatever it was instead went on all fours, it was at least her size.

She could still breathe just fine, but the spreading poison had weakened her so she could barely stir where she sat. Carline sat back against against the rock so at least she could see any attacker coming. It took all her strength to lift her pistol and she rested it on her thigh for a moment.

It was very fast and it was very smart. She hadn't noticed the blurry patch off to one side because it wasn't moving. When she set her pistol down to have both hands free to bind the stab wounds in her thigh, her eyes were drawn to sudden movement but by then her pistol was gone.

What the hell! Now that it was moving her eyes could follow it. It was big and low to the ground, a shimmery patch like a huge dog with a thick tail. Somehow the light bent around it and it hurt her eyes to try to focus on it, rather than the distorted shapes of things behind it.

The shimmer faded and a mixture of brown fur and scales came into view. It was a strange hybrid creature, scaly along the sides and furry underneath, with a thick scaly tail ending in a rattle. There was fur on the bottom of the tail too and a Mohawk of stiff fur ran from its upright canine ears back along its scaly neck. It was big, probably twice her weight and maybe eight feet from scaly nose and upright coyote ears to the tip of its rattle.

Nightstalker! She'd heard about them but never seen one. It was a weird hybrid creature, with one yellow canine eye and one slitted green snake one. At it had gone all shimmery somehow. She'd never heard of that happening. Maybe it ate a Stealth Boy.

It flicked its head to the side and her pistol flew out of its mouth to clatter on the rocks. Most animals weren't smart enough to disarm you. Either this one was, or it had been trained somehow.

It had been, or it was just very smart for a snakedog. The nightstalker stepped forward and sank its teeth into the backpack sticking up past her shoulder. Its mouth was full of a forest of backward-curving, needle sharp teeth like a snake. Two longer fangs that injected the poison folded back against the roof of its mouth so they wouldn't be damaged. It tugged and Carline flopped forward onto her belly.

Carline swore and fumbled for the hunting knife on her belt. The movement attracted the beast's attention and it had the hilt of the knife in its teeth before she could draw it. It really was smart, or well trained. It flicked the knife into the weeds and set about tugging her backpack off. When that too was flung aside it stood looking down at her for a moment. Then it stepped around her and bit her in the ass.

"Ow!" Carline managed to hoist herself up on her elbows as dozens of sharp snake teeth sank into her vault suit. She'd only just gotten the thing from the abandoned vault she found on the far side of a dry lake bed. Now the nightstalker ripped off a great patch of the rubberized fabric with a twist of its muzzle. Bleeding scratches from its fangs ran across her now naked ass.

"You have got to be kidding me," Carline said, for she had a sudden horrible realization what was about to happen. When it stood next to her to bite her butt she saw its belly from below and the nightstalker was not only male, it was excited. A thick furry sheath swollen with hardness lurked between its haunches as a dripping pink tip peeked out the end. Further back was a heavy, furred scrotum full of seed it wanted to pump into someone.

That someone was her. "Don't you dare," she growled, but it did not listen. It turned around, stepped over her, and crouched. Hot flesh slid along her inner thigh and its tip prodded her pussy. The nightstalker tensed suddenly, wrapped its forepaws over her shoulders and slammed its cock in.

"Dammit!" The big snakedog's cock slid in and at once it began to thrust, its haunches pumping like any dog's. This dog was half scaly but it fucked like a normal one. It was a big snakedog, bigger than her and hung better than any man she'd been with. Its sheath must have contained some natural lubrication because its cock slid easily into her dry pussy and let it go to work.

"Damn it, get off!" She tried to throw the thing off her back, but the poison made her weak as a kitten. Its weight pinned her to the ground and all she could do was try to crawl out from under it, get that cock out of herself and maybe reach the pistol a few yards away.

The excited snakedog kept humping, hardly seeming to notice her efforts except to follow her along as she crawled. It very badly wanted to empty its balls into her and unless she got to the pistol soon, that is exactly what would happen. Its rattle buzzed as it thrust and she was only a yard from her pistol when it happened.

The already frantically thrusting snakedog sped up even more and Carline gasped at a sudden pressure inside her. The canine cock was swelling up inside her, ballooning at the base. It went from "pleasantly thick, if it were a man and not a snakedog" to "ouch, what the hell" in moments and she felt the thing shudder as it came. The swelling cock stretched her pussy cruelly and suddenly it was locked into her, the knot at the base swollen too big to either slide in or pull out.

The snakedog let out a long whine as it still tried to thrust, and she felt the heat as thick ropes of hot semen pumped into her. The knot kept her from crawling forward and the pistol stayed where it was, only a foot from her reaching hand.

"You fucker," Carline gasped. "Who the hell teaches a nightstalker to do that?"

She'd heard of wastelanders enjoying the company of odd pets. Mutant dogs, mole rats, bighorners. Even, she'd heard, the occasional mutant bear. This thing had to have been someone's pet and whoever owned it was a complete pervert. They'd trained it to poison, disarm and rape people.

And either it was an uncannily clever beast who figured it all out on his own or they'd trained it to do one more thing. As Carline groaned and tried to pull off the knot so she could reach the pistol she heard a creak from above her. She looked up into a forest of inward-pointing teeth as the snakedog slid its broad snakey jaws over her face.

Soft, flexible maw engulfed her head and neck and the thing's many sharp teeth sank into her hair and vault suit. With a twist of its muzzle it pushed itself further over her and Carline's eyes went wide as her face slid into its gullet.

Carline scrabbled at the dirt and pawed at the thing's neck but she was too weak to stop it. With a ratcheting twist of its jaws it worked them over her shoulders and pushed its muzzle over her upper arms.

A great bulge formed in the nightstalker's half furred neck and white skin showed as its scales stretched apart to make room for its meal. With a serpentine wriggle of its jaws it was over her breasts. Even if she got her strength back, it was too late to stop it. The soft maw pinned her arms to her sides and dozens of inward-hooking teeth made it impossible to pull back out. Each time it twisted its muzzle to work its jaws a little farther over her she was stabbed again. Dozens of bleeding pinpricks in her suit marked its progress, the slow capillary ooze of blood adding to the thick slimy mucus that slicked her down for easier swallowing. She could be at full strength and still be doomed, as the only way to wriggle free of the fangs was to crawl even deeper into its gullet.

Bit by bit it ate her whole, stretching its maw and gullet over her until her forehead pressed against a fleshy obstruction deep inside it. All this time it was knotted to her, pumping her full of foul radioactive jism. As its muzzle curled farther and farther beneath itself to swallow her its nose eventually reached her groin. It was impossible to proceed further without swallowing its own lower body and with a groan of effort the nightstalker pulled the knot out.

Carline yelped in agony as the bulky knot popped out. Wetness sprayed her inner thighs where the nightstalker ripped her suit off. A mixture of its cum and her own juices splattered her skin as it pulled out and she could feel the hot ooze of nightstalker semen dripping down her things. She had only a moment to notice it before it heaved its muzzle upward and swallowed her ass.

The fleshy valve parted in front of her and Carline cursed as her head and shoulders slipped into the nightstalker's stomach. The beast tensed and swallowed and a great contraction of its throat muscles eased her deeper. When the stomach valve was wrapped around her hips there was nothing left outside its muzzle but a weakly kicking set of feet.

Acid stung Carline's face, stinging worst where its many fangs had scraped her. Further down her suit was some protection but even there the tears and punctures left by its teeth let the acid reach her skin.

"Damn it," she said one last time, as the nightstalker gathered up her feet in its jaws. It swallowed, stretched out its muzzle to straighten its neck, and swallowed again. She felt the double bulge of her feet move through its neckfur. Helpless to save herself, with nothing but her vault suit between her and its digestive juices, Carline slid heavily into the nightstalker's stomach.

It had to fold her up to make her fit, but she was far too weak to stop it. In moments the squeeze of its throat pushed the last of her into its gut and it stood panting, swollen belly dragging the ground beneath it. Carline was forced into a tight fetal curl, which at least reduced the area of her that the stinging stomach acids could reach.

For a little while, anyway. More acid was flowing in and soon she'd be immersed in the stuff. Too weak to do more than squirm, Carline clawed at the inside of its belly and tried to kick. All she did was make it swollen belly sway.

No, she did more than that. The squirming inside it pushed its furry belly against its sheath, and even through its flesh she felt it go stiff again. Its cock had returned to its home after it pulled out and now its furry sheath swelled once more. Carline heard the beast whine, then begin to arch. Harder and harder it ground its swollen sheath against the bulge she made.

In the sloshing gut Carline could only curse uselessly. Lodged in the folds of its stomach she felt corroded buckles and bits of nearly digested clothing. Some of it had the same slimy feel her acid-etched vault suit had. At least one other person had been in here, and recently. Some of their gear would move through its bowels with her, when it was done digesting her. And then, given its obvious preference for human prey, it would find someone else to follow her down its throat. She could only hope that one of its previous victims had been the one who trained it to do all this.

The swollen nightstalker was humping harder, faster, and it whined its lust. The movements forced out a bubble of air and its whine was interrupted by a long belch. It shuddered, arched, and even from inside it she heard its tail rattle. The last time it came it was in her. Now it spurted across its belly and the ground.

The nightstalker finally relaxed. Belly full and balls emptied it flopped over on its side and burped again. Acid came flowing in to replace the lost air and Carline knew she only had moments left. Five minutes before she'd been a wastelander, new on the trail and trying to build up a reputation. Now she was just nightstalker food. The only footnote she'd leave in history was if some inquisitive explorer wondered why there were bits of vault suit in the nightstalker droppings they found.

The nightstalker settled down to digest its meal, and Carline considered the small bits of good news she had to go with the bad. Wasteland beasts were radioactive and it'd pumped her full of its irradiated semen. She didn't have to worry about that, or about the many stab wounds its needle teeth pierced into her skin. She didn't have to worry about the poison coursing through her veins, which had so far only weakened her but might ultimately kill her. Semen, poison, and perforated skin would all dissolve together.

She didn't even have to worry about that old wasteland folk tale, that mutant beasts were so changed by the radiation that they could interbreed with humans. There would be no fat belly full of nightstalker kits in her future. The only one to end up with a fat belly was the nightstalker itself. The beast burped, lay down its head, and drifted off to sleep as the last weak struggle inside it faded.