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Madeline was a typical wastelander. Though barely past twenty her face was deeply tanned, her auburn hair faded from the desert sun to near blond, and her physique wiry and strong. She made a living scavenging the wasteland and collecting bounties, and you don't survive long at that without being strong inside and out. She had plenty of scars to prove it.

With a hunting rifle slung over her shoulder and a pistol on each hip she could pass for any of a dozen wanderer women who passed through Sloan in any given week...were it not for her pet.

"Be good, boy." Rattles stopped sniffing at the shanty town's pet mole-rat and sat back on his haunches, forked tongue lolling. Madeline smiled and scritched him behind the ears.

"I'll never get used to that beast." the townie's name is Chomps, of all things. He's a weathered old miner with a shotgun slung across his back and he kept a wary distance from the nightstalker.

"Aw, he's a sweetie." Madeline smiled down at the panting nightstalker. Cutie might be an overstatement. Rattles was a bizarre hybrid of rattlesnake and coyote. From the chest down he was all 'yote, with gangly legs and desert-colored fur, but broad bands of mottled scales run down each side of his body and his head was a strange mix of canid and reptile, with upright 'yote ears, slitted reptilian eyes and a huge long maw full of sharp snake teeth. At the other end was a mostly scaled snake tail complete with a rattle the size of Madeline's calf.

"It's not natural." Chomps shrugs. "But I guess not much is. Long as he doesn't eat Snuffles, I'm okay with him."

"Don't worry, Snuffles is too big for him," Madeline said. Probably, she didn't add. Rattles was growing fast on a diet of coyotes, bark scorpions, wild dogs and everything else small enough for him to get his jaws over. He had a snake's teeth and a snake's gape and no shyness about eating anything small enough to swallow, even relatives like 'yotes.

"I hear stalkers are poisonous," said another miner. The "town" of Sloan is a collection of tin shanties the miners built after Deathclaws moved into the quarry. The hope was the New California Republic troops would kill off the monsters but the NCR had a lot on its plate these days. For now, everyone stayed well away from the quarry and its horrors.

"He is," Madeline said, pointing to the finger-length fang hanging down on either side of Rattles' lower jaw. "He can kill small stuff with one bite that much venom only knocks a man down. I've had Raiders still kicking after he bit them, and they'd probably recover if they weren't, well, Raiders." Meaning she or Rattles finished them off, went unsaid. The miners didn't complain. The only good Raider is a dead Raider.

With Rattles looking as harmless as a cougar-sized snakedog can look and Madelline pointing this out by scritching him behind the ears, conversation moved on to other matters. "So, any work in the area? Besides the deathclaws. I'm not up for taking on a whole pack of those."

"Well," Chomps pondered. "Speaking of which, we got a Raider problem. Fiends. Viper gang, we think. Just a few, scouts so far. Odds are they've set up a camp somewhere nearby. It'd be nice to deal with that before they call their friends."

A reward for the bounty was soon negotiated and Madeline and Rattles set out on the hunt. There are advantages to knowing the landscape like the pattern of scales on her pet's face and the first thing she did was check a cave and an abandoned mine in the area. Sure enough, a newly set bear trap outside the mine's wooden door showed someone was in residence.

"Stupid," Madeline whispered, and stroked Rattles' Mohawk of brown fur as she scoped out the situation. "Set guards outside, or put the trap inside the door. Maybe there are only a couple?"

Tracks outside the mine bore that out and they were soon inside. Madeline and Rattles avoided a couple more amateurishly set traps with practiced ease and finally they found the Raiders.

The first one fell with a silenced rifle round through his neck. The second jumped to his feet with the alacrity of drug-fueled rage and charged, a switchblade in his hand. He ran right past Rattles to get at Madeline and sprawled headlong when the snakedog's fangs sank into his calf.

"Stupid." Madeline kicked the knife out of his hand as he tried to whirl around and stab Rattles. A second kick to his head stunned him and she quickly searched him to make sure he didn't have anything else. Nope, just patchwork metal-and-leather armor and some Jet. The Raider struggled weakly as she took the drug inhaler away. Rattles' venom already ran through the man's veins and there wasn't much fight left in him.

"Hold him down, boy. I want to look around."

The mine was mostly collapsed, with a wooden miner's shack serving as shelter for the Raiders in the one surviving cave. She picked some caps off the dead Raider and took a pistol she could pawn for a few more. There was no sign of further Raiders. It looked like these were the scouts in question. Now, to question -

She'd ignored the increasingly angry cursing from the Raider. That ended when the anger in his voice turned to fear.

"Hey! Bitch! Get it off me!"

Madeline turned, expecting to see the Raider pinned beneath Rattles' forepaws. Instead she saw three-quarters of of a man. Left to his own devices, Rattles had swallowed a set of booted feet and was methodically working his loose jaws past the man's knees.

"Well, look at that." She concealed her surprise and sat on a crate. Rattles peered at her, waited a moment, then went right on eating. It made sense, she supposed. Many a coyote, Bighorner calf or other small animal went down Rattles' throat as soon as it was dead, and the mostly paralyzed Raider was as helpless as any of those meals. It'd been a few days since they caught anything and Rattles was hungry.

"Get it off, get it off!" Weakly the man tried to squirm free, but the nightstalker's maw was full of sharp, inward hooking teeth. It was easy to go deeper, harder by far to pull back out. His struggles barely slowed Rattles at all. One side of her pet's snakey jaws pushed forward, dug in its fangs and allowed the other side to repeat the action. Each movement of the loosely articulated maw only took in an inch of leg but bit by bit he was disappearing. The man was larger than anything Rattles had ever swallowed, but he was to the mid-thighs already and showed no signs of stopping.

Rattles never tried to eat a human before, not even a dead one, but despite Madeline's shock she played along. As the squirming bulge moved through her pet's neckfur Madeline made a show of looking over the pistol she'd found.

"So," she said casually. "This is junk. Hardly worth carrying back to town. What have you got that's worth more?"

"Make it stop," the man muttered. He was trying to hold back Rattles' jaws with his hands and that was a mistake. Hopped up on Jet or some combination of drugs he was clumsy and careless, and before he realized his mistake Rattles' sharp fangs sank into his hands and they, too disappeared into the nightstalker's maw.

"That was dumb," Madeline said with a smile. Inwardly she was horrified. Rattles was working his way over the man's rump and she was sure now that if she didn't order him to cough the Raider up, her pet would swallow the Fiend whole. Her pet had reverted to his predatory, man-eating instincts. What would stop him from eating her next? She slept next to Rattles!

"Please," the man begged. He struggled to pull his hands from the fanged trap of Rattles's toothy jaws and failed. A trickle of blood stained Rattles' scales as his sharp fangs sank in, released, sank in again. Dozens of needle-sharp teeth left punctures as Rattles fed but the man had much bigger problems than tiny stab wounds. Half the him was already gone and his feet were in the Nightstalker's stomach. Soon the rest would follow.

"Tell me where the rest of your gang is," Madeline said. "Tell me about your hideout, your leaders, the traps. What weapons they have, what allies."

The Raider cursed, then looked down at the snakey maw that was taking him in whole. He talked.

"... Some of the Powder Gangers," he said a couple of minutes later. "And Scarlet's gang of Vipers."

The fur of Rattles' neck was stretched tight, the scales along his flanks spread around his meal so that white skin showed between them. A grotesque bulge deformed his normally slender body where most of a man lay. Snakey jaws were to the Raider's elbows and with his arms in Rattles' gullet next to his chest he was helpless to resist at all. Even if he fought off the poison and regained his full strength, any struggle against the mouthful of inward-hooking teeth would only send him deeper. Rattles had him right where he wanted him, one big gulp away from sliding into a snakedog stomach. A fleshy tube protruded below the man's chest. Rattles had pushed his glottis forward and like a snake, and breathed easily despite a gullet full of Raider.

"And a still! Marco, our drug guy, he has a little Chem lab too! He makes Jet and - for God's sake, make it stop!"

A younger woman might feel sorry for the man as Rattles worked his jaws over a set of shoulders from below. Madeline had seen too many slaughtered settlers, too many Fiend atrocities. She didn't feel bad at all.

"Anything else? " the bulge in Rattles' fur shifted, and the nightstalker formed a bend in his long neck and forced it down toward his body. The great swelling of shoulders slipped beneath tan fur and stretched scales and suddenly the Raider's face peered out of Rattles's scaly jaws. All the nightstalker need do is close his muzzle and swallow.

But Rattles didn't. He sat back on his haunches, slit-pupilled eyes watching her, and waited. He waited for her to say it was okay.

"Oh, good boy! Who's a smart snakedog? You are!" For a little while, she'd been worried. Not now. Madeline rose from the crate and smiled as she reached past the gaping maw and scritched Rattles behind the ears.

"Make it spit me up! I told you everything!" snakedog saliva dripped down the man's face. He was panicking and it was hard to blame him. "You promised!"

"No, I didn't." she nodded to Rattles. "Go ahead, boy."

The Raider's shriek was cut off as the snakey jaws finally closed. Rattles shut his toothy maw around the panicked face and swallowed wetly once, then again, his muzzle bobbing as he gulped. The bulge of a man's head moved through his neckfur and it was over.

"Good boy," Madeline said. She found the crude bolt and locked the mine door from the inside, then pushed a few crates in front of it. Rattles was too full to easily move and there was still some crates to go through.

The vast swelling in the nightstalker's midsection was still twitching when she was done. Rattles rolled onto his back, forepaws draped over the lumpy bulge, and lay there gorged and happy as she searched for loot.

"Who's a good boy?" Madeline grinned and rubbed his belly. It should horrify her to feel the Raider moving under the fur, but she had little sympathy for assholes like that. The wasteland was full of people who would be of more use to the world after a trip through a monster than before. Fertilizer, after all, doesn't break down a settler's door and murder them.

Rattles grunted, peering up at her, and buzzed his rattle.

"What's the matter, boy? Uncomfortable?" He'd never eaten anything this big before, after all. Madeline stepped over his haunches and knelt down, rubbing the huge, furry bulge with both hands. It worked loose a bubble of air and Rattles let out out a long, relieved-sounding belch. That was when something jabbed her in the thigh.

"Eh?" Madeline looked down, half suspecting what she'd see. She was right. Rattle was all coyote on his underside and that included a set of furry balls and canine sheath. Which, due to the excitement of the hunt or maybe blood displaced downward by the great lump in his middle, was swollen hard.

She'd raised Rattles from an egg. She knew every tail twitch, every expression on his scaly face. Except this one. Rattles looked...embarrassed?

"It's okay, boy. You didn't do anything wrong." Madeline stepped off of him, turning toward the last crates she had to go through. And paused. She shook her head. No. She wasn't thinking about it, was she?

She was. It gets lonely in the wasteland. A woman has needs, and a good man is hard to find. She'd never thought about Rattles that way before, but that sheath was as thick as her wrist. The pink tip that poked out the end was pointed and damp.

"Don't tell anyone about this boy." it only took a moment to shuck out of her boots and pants. Leather and metal plates landed with a dull clunk, leaving ner clothed only from the waist up. Plus her belt and pistols, just in case. She double checked to make sure the mine door was truly blocked, kicked the dead Fiend over so his staring eyes wouldn't see the unnatural thing she was about to do, and straddled Rattles' haunches.

"It'll be our little secret." She reached down to guide his tip and found that the bulge of swallowed Fiend held it at just the right angle. Rattles' slit-pupiled eyes went wide as she sat in his lap, feeling himself slide into her. The lips of her sex parted around his tip and pushed the sheath down, and Rattles let out a hiss of surprise that matched her groan. He was long, he was thick and he was in her.

Rattles let out that startled hiss, but surprised or not, he was a young, healthy male. Though he was belly up and swollen around an entire man he braced his hindpaws and tried to thrust. Instinctively he knew what to do.

"It's all right, boy. I can handle it from here." Madeline dug her fingers into the stretched fur of her pet's belly and began to bounce. Rattles was stiff as an iron bar and slid wetly in and out of her. He was twice the size of even a big coyote but with a little work their bits fit together perfectly. If anything he was almost too well hung. She could only get two-thirds of him in her and he was almost painfully thick, but she soon got used to that. A hard man is good to find!

Almost forgotten, the Fiend shifted beneath his fur-and-scale coat. Maybe he knew what was happening, maybe it was just the last struggle of a man trapped in a slimy, caustic hell of a nightstalker's stomach. The bulge of swallowed man pressed against Madeline's belly as she bounced on Rattles's cock. The inner movements should have horrified her. It had quite the opposite effect. Madeline bounced faster and faster, matching Rattles' excited hisses with her own moans.

Three things happened at almost the same moment. The swallowed Fiend kicked a last time and then was still, finally succumbing to lack of air and the nightstalker's digestive juices. Madeline groaned, her fingers digging into Rattles's furry belly, and her pet's rattlesnake tail buzzed. He did his best to thrust up into her, but weighed down by his meal she had to do most of the work. Just the same he shuddered, hissed, and spent his seed in her. The hot gush of nightstalker cum spurted into her depths and Madeline didn't worry about rads at all. She was too busy joining him in orgasm.

Worry about radioactive nightstalker cum would come later. Along with the faint worry that a mutant coyote-snake and a woman might have kids together. The odds were small but they'd go up as she and Rattles got together more. And they would. Why go looking for love in a seedy wasteland bar when she had all she needed trotting loyally at her for side?

There was a long moment of quiet broken only by her breathing and the occasional click as the segments of Rattles's tail shifted. Madeline looked down. A swelling had formed at the base of her pet's cock and had just barely failed to slip into her as she thrust against him. It was just as well. The knot was now larger than both her fists together and would have hurt as it locked the two of them together for who knows how long. She'd seen dogs and coyotes tied together after sex. If she'd been a little more aggressive bouncing on Rattles's cock, it would have happened to her.

"Well, boy. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Rattles hissed and flicked his forked tongue. He lay there full and content, staring up at her loyally. And lovingly. There was a new element to that love, now.

It would take days for Rattles to fully digest his meal but after just one the Raider was a soft, sloshing mass that was less obviously a man. That gave Madeline time to thoroughly loot the bandit den. Between the hand-built weapons she found, the caps, the drugs, other sellables and assorted scrap, it was a decently profitable way to spend a day.

Twice more in that time she and Rattles fucked. He was still too full to be on top but that would happen in time. For now he was content to have her in his lap.

When the soft mass of half-digested Raider was an innocent swelling in his middle, as opposed to a lumpy bulge that could only be a man, Madeline carefully unlatched the door. She checked for traps and ambush before making her way back out into the wasteland. Half an hour later she was talking to Chomps.

"Raider problem solved. That batch at least. They were holed up in an old mine east of here. I got some info on their friends, too."

"Figured," Chomps said, and passed over the agreed-upon caps. "All that loot was a dead giveaway."

Madeline smiled. Her pack was heavy and makeshift saddlebags weighed down Rattles's newly plump flanks. Chomps didn't comment on the bulge in her pet's middle. He probably thought it was a partially digested mole rat or gecko instead of something just as nutritious but more anthropomorphic. He was more comfortable around Rattles now. He'd be less so if he'd watched the nightstalker burp up pieces of Raider armor earlier the way Madeline had.

"Jas is in the mess hall if you want to sell some of that."

"Thanks, Chomps."

As they made their way to the hall Rattles paused to sniff once more at Snuffles. The mole-rat, used to the nightstalker, sat up and made an inquisitive sound.

"Morning, Snuffles." Madeline paused to pat him on the head, then ruffled Rattles's fur and continued on.

It was a good thing Rattles liked the mole-rat. Just the same, she'd make sure he behaved. She knew now that Snuffles wasn't too big for him to swallow. She'd just had a first-hand demonstration of how wide her pet's jaws could gape and why get the Sloan settlers mad for no reason?

There were plenty of other critters who could fill the nightstalker's belly in Snuffles's stead. Other mole rats, feral dogs, coyotes, geckos...

And Raiders, of course. The one from the mine was the first one down Rattles's throat. He wouldn't be the last. It turned out to be a really useful way to question someone and, after all, Rattles had to eat.

The only good Raider is a dead one. Whether they died to a bullet or kicking their last in Rattles's stomach, well, dead is dead, right?