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[b][u][center]So Many Kinks in the Tale

Chapter 3

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Tatyana turned the spit over the small campfire, doing her best to ignore the bodies of the geckos all around her. The lizards, ranging from waist-height to chest-height, had come swarming shortly before sunrise, drawn in, no doubt, from the scent of her sex and need after the long night of masturbating. She should have realized that it would happen, but the cost of not taking care of those needs were greater. Or would have been, she supposed. If she hadn’t, and they’d still come –

[i]Bending over for animals, her tail in the air, her pussy spread wide around a dick that wasn’t quite shaped right. Her cheeks burning as her breasts were forced to the ground, her toes curling as she was held down, her womb filled over and over again with the heat of a dick and the cum that followed, making eggs rather than –[/i]

“Nnngh…”

Tatyana could feel the effects of the fantasy this time. She delicately pulled the edge of her jumpsuit away from her crotch, shaking her head as she felt the beginnings of some slime and stickiness clinging to the inside. Not good; she was already feeling the beginnings of her normal arousal, which meant that the Hot-Stopper had worn off during the night.

[i]Play it safe. Play it smart. Keep out of reach of anyone that might take advantage of you.[/i]

She took the chunk of gecko meat from the fire, brushing off some of the surface scales before biting down. The meat was less than ideal; despite being crisped up, it still tingled as it passed her lips. Everything in the Wastelands carried some taint of the radiation that poisoned the world, and while the Mojave had less of that than some of the hell-pits that she’d seen west of the desert, it still had some. Enough to leave her stomach rolling, though not yet heaving.

A welcome distraction, she supposed. It would keep her from thinking of the geckos [i]that[/i] way for a little while.

The tiger glanced down the road. Primm loomed large in the distance with a roller-coaster track at the back and a massive hotel-casino dominating the back of the town. She imagined that the ruined settlement had once been quite the stop for those that were heading up the road to Vegas. These days, she imagined that it was probably the only hospitable – and large – place to stop before making one’s way further north or south. If you didn’t resupply there, you could find yourself fresh out of options when dealing with the wilderness of the land.

She shook her head, knowing she was stalling. The journey from her campsite to the ruined city would take her a good three hours, maybe four if the road was broken up too badly, and she knew that it would be much harder for her under the hot sun of midday. Better to go now before the sun was too high and – if she needed to take shelter – find a space in the city to do it, under shade and a sturdy roof.

And maybe, just maybe, she would find some hint of the meeting place.

Tatyana tossed the bony remains of the roasted limb behind the rocks. One predator or another would find them over the course of the day and take what she couldn’t from them, she was sure. For now, she had other things to focus on, other tasks to do.

She got to her feet and mapped out her course down from the rocks. The road awaited, and as much as she hated the idea of marching out in the open after the ambush the day before, it [i]was[/i] the clearest path she had towards the town. Best to take it while she still could. Not all the roads would be in such good condition.

#

Tatyana suppressed a curse as she saw the blockade around the roads leading in and out of Primm. While the north side was more or less uncovered, the south and the east were completely shut down, complete with a sheet-metal wall and a series of small turrets that were manned by soldiers at different checkpoints. The only clear road in and out of town was mined, too, judging from the soft red lights that blinked on the pavement.

[i]Wonderful. Absolutely…wonderful…[/i]

At least it was staffed by the NCR rather than a mercenary unit. The human in drab browns at the checkpoint hut at the intersection between Primm, the road, and the blockade outpost had already spotted her, but he hadn’t activated the turrets. A positive, at least.

She stopped at least a dozen paces away, holding her hands out to her sides. The human tilted his helmet back, shaking his head after taking a lingering look at her that she imagined he’d never give a human woman.

“Road’s closed…ma’am,” he said. “Powder Gangers have taken over the town, and command’s not letting anyone through until the situation’s resolved.”

“…How long have you been posted here?”

“Two days. Not that it matters.”

Oh, but it did. Two days meant that the man in the checkered suit was already on the other side, already pushing through to wherever his destination was. Two days meant that he was going to get a further head start if she didn’t find some way to get through herself, and with the blockade spread as far across the road as it was –

[i]Offering herself as payment, spreading her legs for this handsome human right there. Let him fuck her while the Powder Gangers watched from town, staring at her spread pussy, at her swollen clit, at the way that her breasts bounced as he rutted her like a wild animal right there on the pavement. She could take it, take it again and again, and then offer him her ass for seconds to get through. Let him bribe his officer with her and get her through, maybe one more for the road –[/i]

Tatyana struggled to take her head out of the fantasy before she could start stripping, but it was too late to keep its effects from showing on her body. Her nipples were hard, almost showing through the suit, and she had to shift from foot to foot to disguise the way that she had to pull it a bit tighter to her. The zipper was fighting her, a lot.

“Is there no way through?” she asked.

“Not without special dispensation from command. Or without proof that the Gangers are gone,” he said.

“And…when will that be?”

“When command sends us enough reinforcements to push through and take them out. Shouldn’t be more than a couple of weeks. Faster if we get the cooperation of the locals.”

Tatyana’s heart fell. She [i]had[/i] to get through; even the partial consolation prize of having time to go around and see if she could find that meeting place didn’t mean much when she couldn’t get through. That man needed payback, and [i]she[/i] needed the platinum chip. One way or another, she was going to get that back.

“Might want to either head back or get under cover,” the NCR soldier said after a moment. “The Gangers have some snipers in their ranks. Wouldn’t want someone like you getting all dirtied up.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Wouldn’t normally, but for a zoomorph…”

In other words, he was horny, and she was supposedly easy…and without her meds, she would have been –

[i]Eagerly sucking that cock, shoving her nose right into his balls, sucking his sweaty musk down before begging to eat his ass –[/i]

But she had taken that precaution the night before. She had some control, at least for now. She crossed her arms, and he blinked in surprise.

“What?” he asked.

“I am less in danger than you are.”

“Yeah? I’m in an armored hut. You’re in the open. The hell you think makes you safer, cat?”

“I…am attractive. You, on the other hand, are nothing but a dangerous target.”

She flicked her ear, something catching her attention on the edge of her awareness. The human was saying something, probably something angry from the expression on his face, but her focus had already shifted. The sound was moving, someone scuffling, running on a rough surface from –

From her left.

From Primm.

She turned and caught sight of light off a muzzle barrel. It flicked toward her, then toward the guard post. Time seemed to slow as a red dot appeared in the guard post’s window, dragging down, off the wall, toward the soldier’s shoulder.

“Get down!” Tatyana shouted.

He didn’t get it. Instead, he started to turn, moving back toward the turret controls. It was the only thing that saved his life as the sniper on the rooftop pulled the trigger.

Crack!

Thunk!

The trooper went down, hit in the shoulder rather than the neck. Tatyana ran for him, leaping through the window as the laser sight darted toward her. A crippling shot would come next, she was sure, something to try and disable her legs before she could get out of sight, something that would make capturing her easier.

Crack!

Crack!

Two shots kicked up ruined road chunks behind her before she ducked into cover. Tatyana gathered the trooper and pushed him further into the guardhouse, always keeping her head below the window level as she tried to come up with a plan.

[i]They took out the guard. Probably planning to try and storm the bridge, or get out of town while the NCR tries to react.[/i]

No guard, no turrets keeping the Powder Gangers penned in. The only thing that they had to worry about was the minefield, and that –

Crack!

BOOM!

That was gone, the entire thing blown to pieces in the space of a few seconds. Tatyana covered the back of her neck, her mind racing as she imagined what the Powder Gangers would do next.

[i]Sniper covering the road. Others will move forward. No minefield to stop them. NCR more likely to take defensive positions than push forward. If they run, they get away; nobody there to stop them.[/i]

And there was no way that she could stop them on her own. Not with a pair of pistols.

But with the turrets…

She had a few seconds. Not long, but it was something. The tiger lifted her head and looked around, spotting the console for the turrets a split-second later. In the back of her mind, she was aware of the shouting going on further along the road. She tuned it out, dragging herself to the console.

[i]Not unlocked…now it is…[/i]

Weak password aside, the console was familiar. Turret control and cameras only, it was simplicity itself to get the turrets set up. She could feel the seconds ticking down, and more, the laser sight was still wiggling around near her. The sniper might have a chance to get her. He might hit her before she could get the turrets online. He might –

[i]Type. Just…type.[/i]

Distant cracks filled her ears, or were they just ones that were close that she tuned out? It was hard to tell, and harder to know whether she was going to be able to live through this. She forgot about the threats, focusing exclusively on the console.

[i]Enemy: Prisoner.

Authorization: Kill.

Ammunition: Lethal.

Range: 150 feet.[/i]

Crack. Another shot, this time leaving a burning feeling at the base of one ear. A graze, no more, but dangerously close. Tatyana held her breath as she engaged the system –

The buzzing roar of the turrets cut through all the other sounds. Screams followed, and she knew that some of the prisoners had been cut down at the last second as they hit the bridge. She threw herself to the ground, covering her head. Blood stuck to her fingers as she did, but she forced that out of her mind, waiting as the guns rotated between targets, whirring up and slowing down and whirring up again by turns. Every time that she thought they were done, they seemed to find a new target and fire anew.

When it was finally done, she was gasping for breath. It wasn’t something that she had been aware of consciously doing, but there she was, gasping for breath, her eyes wide as she looked up at the window. The turrets had either run out of ammo, or the Powder Gangers had gone back to their hiding places. Either way, things had changed.

Pulling one of her Stim-Paks from her gear, she jabbed it into the trooper’s shoulder. As the NCR soldier grunted, holding the wound, she lifted her head to the edge of the windowsill, looking out toward Primm.

It didn’t take her long to find the sniper on the distant rooftops. She narrowed her eyes as she saw a flicker of long ears and knew that a zoomorph had been the one to take the shot, and kept her eyes on him as he stood up. Must have been just beyond the range of the turrets, a mistake on her part. He lowered the rifle –

It was the roo from before. She groaned as he smirked at her from a distance and fondled himself.

[i]Let him have her this time, more than a look. Let him hold her and fill her –[/i]

He jumped down as a second sniper shot echoed out. The NCR had finally started a counterattack, and not soon enough by her reckoning. Tatyana pulled her hand from between her legs, shaking her head at how close she’d come to being tempted by the fantasy.

[i]Be grateful,[/i] she told herself. [i]If you hadn’t spent last night doing what you did, you wouldn’t have stopped.[/i]

Shaking her head as the gunfire chased the other Powder Gangers back into town, the tiger grabbed the human trooper. He was still groaning, barely conscious and certainly not able to support his own weight. She had to drag him along, pulling him with her out of the hut and to the other side of the guardhouse. The armor mesh served well, giving her more strength than she normally would have had as she carried him along.

Soon enough, other troopers appeared, rushing out from the tents on the other side of the blockade. They saw her, and almost immediately she saw the same look in their eyes that she always saw.

Beast.

Animal.

Non-Human.

Thankfully, they didn’t immediately bring their guns to bear, though they didn’t drop them to their sides, either. Tatyana rolled her head to the side, gesturing at the barely-conscious soldier she was dragging along.

“He stayed too close to the window.”

“Uh-huh. And who are you?”

“Traveler. Someone want to take this one to a medic?”

The soldiers hesitated, but the one that had asked the question in the first place finally nodded at one of the others. As they took the wounded soldier from her, most of them put their weapons away. Their commander sighed, shaking his head.

“If command would just send me men…I assume you’re the one that turned on the turrets?”

“Yes.”

“That’s an absurd waste of ammunition.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but I did not see a great many options,” she said, crossing her arms. “And if you want to point some out –”

Tatyana refused to sink into another lust-induced fantasy. The last thing she needed to do was soak her own crotch in front of the soldiers. She shook her head, letting herself go quiet there as the other troopers took her wounded load off her shoulders.

“…You have a point. But now…we might have an opportunity. Name?”

“Tatyana.”

“I’m Lieutenant Hayes. Come with me; I’m getting an idea that you might be able to help with.”

#

Sunburnt, cranky, and beady-eyed: those were the three words that she felt described Lieutenant Hayes best, There were other things that came to mind the longer that she spent in the company of the NCR officer, but they were the first impressions and they had yet to fade.

They had gathered in a tent at the far side of the blockade compound, and inside, a map of the Mojave had already been laid out. Other staff members waited inside, including another zoomorph in the attire of the NCR soldiers. A bat-possum hybrid, she looked slightly more controlled than the other zoomorphs that Tatyana had seen throughout the desert thus far, and wondered if by being part of the military, this one got some of the Hot-Stoppers that she was looking for.

[i]Poor deal, but good way to have control over your people,[/i] she thought. There were many zoomorphs that would take that option and a hefty drop in pay, just so they had a reliable source of the meds that kept them ‘sane.’ [i]Wonder if she’s operating under that promise…[/i]

The lieutenant took his spot at the head of the table and waved Tatyana over to join him. She stopped just out of arm’s reach.

“I need to pass through.”

“That’s not happening while the Gangers are still in power here, ma’am. That’s just the way that things are working right now.”

“You say that. I do not agree.”

“Well, if you want to get through faster, better listen, because command’s dragging their feet on reinforcements and I can’t promise when that’s going to come through. Could be a few weeks, could be a few months.”

“…You cannot be serious.”

Hayes shrugged. Tatyana bit her lip.

The New California Republic was notorious for taking forever to get anything done, though everyone under it admitted that they always [i]did[/i] get it done in the end. It was just how long you were going to be forced to wait for results. But months…months of blockade to keep the Powder Gangers penned up, when –

“You realize that this blockade is pointless?” she asked.

“They’re not coming south,” Hayes muttered, leaning over the map.

“Perhaps, but they [i]are[/i] coming north. Goodsprings is being threatened as we speak, and I was ambushed on the road by someone that’s still in town. Your blockade might be keeping them from going back to your little headquarters at the crossing, but that is it.”

Hayes narrowed his eyes, but he gave no other sign if he had already known about that. Perhaps he had and was trying not to think about it. Perhaps he’d hoped that they were penned in and he was angry to be wrong. Either way, she was making it his problem, tapping the map at the approximate point of ambush.

“If they can spread this far north, then it doesn’t matter whether you’re blocking them on this road. They can come around, or retreat.”

“Back to the prison,” Hayes muttered. “Damn it…”

Prison. Probably an old correctional facility that they had commandeered, Tatyana imagined. The old world prisons had been well-constructed, more the pity, and had become fortresses throughout the country. She imagined that the Powder Gangers had been hanging out there for some time, forcing the NCR to a stand-off, and Primm was just the latest casualty.

“The blockade is failing. Either you take a stand now – and preferably after letting me through – or you admit that it is a failure and move on.”

“…Silma?”

“Yes, sir?” the bat-possum asked, looking up from her console at the far side of the tent.

“Look up Tatyana, zoomorph, tiger. She a citizen of the Republic?”

[i]I am not.[/i]

“She’s not,” the hybrid said after tapping a few keys. “But she passed through the checkpoint from the west, so she’s not one of the tribals on the Legion’s side of things.”

“That’s something.”

Hayes looked at her, and his eyes changed. She was used to that, too; citizens of the NCR saw those that lived under their rules as being slightly better, more worth their time than others. Hayes had just adjusted his opinion of her on that, alone, and she bit back a growl as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I have business to the south. Let me through.”

“What business is that?”

“Private.”

“Sorry, cat, but there’s no private business unless you got the paperwork for that. You want to get through the checkpoint? Help me take care of the Powder Gangers still in the town.”

“And how do you expect one person to do that?”

“One? Not a chance in hell. But one person as a distraction? That’s something else.”

Tatyana blinked.

[i]Carted off to the Powder Gangers, her suit stripped from her, her fur shaved and trimmed into an arrow just over her sex. Her nipples clamped, her breath caught in her throat as she was held suspended on a pillar pushed right into her ass. Her legs hanging over, gravity dragging her down, a sexual offering to the enemy –[/i]

And even as her nipples stiffened and her pussy dampened against the interior of her suit, she knew this one wasn’t purely a fantasy. She glanced around the room. Several troopers were conspicuously not looking at her, despite the boners in their trousers, and by the time she looked back at Hayes, she could see that his aide was no longer looking, either. The only one in the room to meet her eyes was the officer.

“You…must…be joking.”

“You’re not part of the NCR, cat. You don’t have the same rights as Silma here, or the others.”

“And if I had not shown up, would she be on the chopping block?”

The bat-possum didn’t answer. Hayes hesitated. Tatyana shook her head.

“I will find a way around.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t allow that.”

“You think –”

He lunged for her, and she wasn’t ready for it. Even as she tried to bring VATS up, he had his hand between her legs and –

RIIIP!

The jumpsuit was torn apart, leaving her gasping as her pussy was exposed to the room. He shoved her back and pushed two fingers up, in –

“Nnnngh!”

It felt [i]good.[/i] Not quite debilitatingly good, but good enough that she gasped, shivered, froze in place as he worked his hand in and out. His palm all but slapped against her clit as he worked his fingers into her depths, and the hyper-sensitivity of her inner walls already had her clenching down.

Her head spun, her mouth working past the little moans that were already escaping her. What…why…

“You zoomorphs like it, anyway. It’s not like I’m asking you to get shot. Just go in there and get fucked a few times, and when they’re all busy, we’ll come in and take care of things. That’s all you gotta do, cat.”

“Nnngh…Let…let – Nnngh!”

Every thrust of those fingers – just fingers! – was hitting her hard, leaving her gasping for breath and spreading her legs further. The unconscious urge to give in was becoming ever more conscious, pushing at her mind, giving her the desperation to just get what her body [i]really[/i] wanted.

The damn masturbating had given her enough treatment to keep her mouth shut and not react to the fantasies as they came up, but it did jack shit at keeping someone else from using her and giving her a chance to resist. She had to – had to –

“NNNGH!”

She lashed out, a quick kick to Hayes’s chest. It knocked him back, sending him spinning head over heels with the additional power of the armor frame. The tiger gasped for breath, rolling forward and barely keeping her footing. Her juices were already rolling down her thighs and her legs were shaking as she fought to keep her footing. Even then, she could feel the need to surrender, to spread them further with all the other humans looking at her. Her inner walls clenched, her tail rose –

[i]Let them take you. Fuck you. Remember your place. Remember what you were made for. So empty. So needy.[/i]

Tatyana lowered her head, trying to push herself forward. She managed three steps before two more troopers caught her, tackling her to the ground. She screamed as they held her there, only to moan as one of them managed to pinch her clit between two fingers and rub it directly.

“Nnnngh! N-no, please! Please, do not – don’t – DON’T! NNNNGHAH!”

The direct contact sent her over the edge. She arched her back right off the ground, all but thrusting her pussy and clit against the groping hands. The pleasurable pressure inside her and over her little button was enough to leave her screaming as she squirted, and something clicked in the back of her head.

[i]Spread.[/i]

Her legs went wide, no longer holding back, and her pussy and her asshole clenched. Her juices flowed with abandon, and her frown started to turn around, going from the desperate grimace to something closer to a moaning smile. Her toes curled in her boots and she pressed her chest up, almost as if offering them, and her eyes –

[i]Stare at them. Enjoy them.[/i]

So many cocks all around her. Cocks bulging through their pants, their trousers filled with the need that she had awoken in them. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked from one man to another. Cocks, cocks, cocks –

[i]Please…please…[/i]

It was a dying protest as two fingers became three, then four, then a fist. She screamed as she was pushed back, all but fucking her stretching slit against that hand. Another was reaching under her, and she was barely aware of Hayes getting back on his feet as one of the other troopers started rubbing her asshole. Teasing, pushing, seeing if he could get it in. Tatyana knew he could; she was wet enough to lube him with ease, and he would be inside her in seconds.

“That was a dirty trick, sir.” Silma’s voice in the background.

“She’s not a citizen. We can use her.”

“Still –”

“Be thankful it’s not you. Men: no more than three orgasms for her before you throw her across the bridge. I want a slut, not a brain-dead whore. Keep her able to think.”

Tatyana couldn’t even protest as the troopers dragged her off the floor and threw her on her back on the map table. Her eyes were half-rolled back in their sockets, and her mouth hung open as they started pulling their pants down. Cocks…hard cocks…the smell of man and sac and sex and –

“Alright, zoomorph…time for you to do your duty…”

She could feel his cock rubbing against her asshole, and whatever resistance she had left faded as he rammed himself in.

#

Tatyana grunted as she hit the broken tarmac on the far side of the bridge, wheezing as she struggled to catch her breath again. Her awareness of her situation was slowly coming back, as was her understanding of the situation.

[i]Bastards…all of them…fucking…bastards…[/i]

Coarser language than she’d normally use, but she didn’t care. They’d taken her clothes…her armor…her weapons. Everything. She’d been stripped to nothing and thrown out under the Mojave sun, and as she pushed her head off the ground, she was aware of every bare inch of skin and fur. The sticky-slimy feeling between her ass cheeks was all the more potent when there was no cloth to soak it up, and the urge to grind her pussy against the pavement – the pavement, for crying out loud – told her that she was in a bad state.

Lieutenant Hayes was using her as bait. The zoomorph members of the Powder Gangers would want her without question, but even if the humans declined her, that would still leave a gap in the numbers of people that they’d have to fight. Less resistance and a greater chance to remove them from Primm as a whole.

And all it took was ignoring the person-hood of one tiger.

Damn that man. Damn him.

And yet, she was still fighting herself as she got to her knees, and then to her feet. Her body – she was hyper-aware of everything regarding it. Her stretched ass, her exposed breasts, her bare feet (that should not have mattered, but the Vault had educated her in [i]everything[/i] someone might want, and being a zoomorph brought all kinds of depravities forward), and more all added to her continued arousal. She shifted from foot to foot as she blinked through the blurriness that threatened to consume her sight, huffing and groaning as she saw silhouettes poking their heads out from around the buildings of Primm.

[i]Not locals. Them.[/i]

Locals would be looking through the windows. Only the Gangers would be cocky enough to step outside after the turrets. She stood there on wobbling feet, trying to think –

[i]Pinned against a wall, her tail held against the back of her neck as one of the Gangers rutted her. His hands raking along her sides, spreading her ass cheeks apart. Their laughter as the one that ravaged their numbers was rutted. Asshole burning, then swelling, then throbbing as she got used to the hard-ass fuck…[/i]

Trying to think as she stumbled, one of the silhouettes calling to the others.

[i]Shoved down with a foot in her face and more toes between her legs. Grinding on her clit, then all but kicking inside of her, working, worming deeper with each passing second. Almost a slipper for the lucky person working her over. Her eyes rolling back in her head as her pussy spread and gaped, giving in as she was shaved, needles digging into her to keep her compliant.[/i]

Trying and failing to think as the silhouette turned to three more, one of them the kangaroo. Marwin was going to get his rut, after all.

[i]And some of the ladies. Women Gangers, forcing her down, sitting on her face. Her tongue between their cheeks, right on that pucker. Humiliated, drowning in…in that…[/i]

Tatyana groaned, feeling her holes clenching, her body burning with the rutting need that the humans had awoken in the tent. Fuck them. Fuck them, fuck them, [i]fuck[/i] them.

With a grunt of desperation, she forced herself into a waddling run into the alleys between the buildings. She had no illusions of being able to lose them; white fur and black stripes would stand out throughout the town. All she could do was keep them busy for a while, give herself time to start dragging herself out of the lustful haze that begged her to just give in.

Because they [i]would[/i] catch her, and they [i]would[/i] use her. It was just a matter of how much mind she had left to lose when they did. If she was smart, if she was quick, she might get out of this.

And then she’d have…

Have…

[i]No more thinking. Just running.[/i]

Running.

Dripping.

Whimpering.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Tatyana reaches Primm and ends up becoming part of the NCR’s plan for liberating the town.

Tags: M/F, F/F, Fallout, Fallout New Vegas, Tiger, Tigress, Human, Hybrid, Kangaroo, Fight, Blood, Danger, Dub-Con, Non-Con to Con, Anal, Fingering, Orgasm, Cum, Fantasies, Corruption,