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Mutant Rage	By : Kanjam Category: +M through R > Rage Views: 2092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Rage game series, though I do definitely recommend that you play it. I make no money in any way from this story.

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And finally, after a long hiatus, I return with another chapter! COMMENCE THE WEIRD FETISHES!

Caesar arrived in Wellsprings about two days later. He'd needed to let his clothes dry, as they were coated in slime, and the traveling had taken about a day.
The city was as dreary as ever. People mostly just lounged about, either in the bar or playing with a holodeck. Caesar had already bought the bullets for his turrets and had begun heading back out.
"Hey there, Hawkeye!" came a voice. Caesar turned to see a man in a beat up leather duster and a bit of leather armor.
"Can I help you?" He asked, not recognizing the man.
"Ah, of course, where are my manners!" the man laughed, extending his hand for a handshake. "I'm Leonard Fritz. I heard you took my job on the bounty board?"
Damn. He'd completely forgotten about the job. "Right, right… Look, it's too dangerous in there."
"Too dangerous?" Leonard asked, smile quickly fading, "I thought you'd made it through there several times before?"
"Yes, and I barely made it out." Caesar lied, "Had a run in with one of the largest packs of mutants I've ever seen. Nearly killed me." Caesar lifted up his shirt, exposing the spot on his chest were SnakeArm had hit him. Although it had mostly healed, there was still a large dark scar.
"Oh my. Well, were you at least able to get the pictures?"
"Pictures? Uh… No. My camera was broken."
"Ah. What a shame, what a shame." Leonard sighed. "While I am very grateful that you put yourself in harms way, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay you without any measurable results."
"I understand, Mr. Fritz." Caesar reassured, "Just do your best to stay out of Dead City for the next few months, at least. I don't know what it is, but the mutants there are getting rather… Difficult to deal with."
"That I will, Hawkeye. Thanks again." Leonard once more shook his hand before taking his leave. Caesar watched him go, heart racing. He felt bad that he was standing in the way of that mans progress, but he also didn't want anyone to come into the City and hurt the mutants…
Wait. FastClimber had mentioned the Packs that left the City very rarely came back. He'd frequently seen Packs in the sewers beneath the Wasteland. While he'd originally assumed that they'd taken the place over, he began to think differently. What if they hadn't moved to the sewers on purpose? What if they'd gone into the sewers to seek shelter? What if they were stranded? Caesar rushed to the garage and leapt into his Monarch. Less than a few minutes later, and he was speeding through the Wasteland to the nearest sewer entrance.
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Caesar arrived roughly fifteen minutes after he'd departed. The sewer entrance he'd chosen was the only one within the immediate area that he hadn't already cleared out. Many of the tunnels between sewers were collapsed, meaning that each entrance lead to a section of sewer entirely separate from other ones. This meant that each one held an individual pack.
After turning the latch a few times, Caesar descended the ladder into the damp air of the sewers. There were few times during his time in the apocalyptic future that Lucas was glad there weren't any working toilets, and entering the sewer system constituted all of them. He could hear the faint sounds of mutants somewhere further in. Caesar walked calmly forward, doing his best not to make any aggressive movements.
'Hello?' He broadcasted telepathically, 'This one is called Singer. This one comes to bring Family back to GoodTree.'
'Singer. These ones see only BoomSticker.' Came the response. It made sense. Mutants living in the sewers would need to be much more careful than those living within the City.
'I am Family. I promise.' Caesar slowly set down his shotgun and unlatched his armor. A few moments later he stood stark naked in the cold underground air. The mutants still wouldn't come out, though. Caesar sighed and laid himself down on his back, arms and legs outstretched. 'Singer smell like Family. Singer speak like Family.' A mutant leapt out from it's hiding place on one of the pipes in the ceiling. It slowly approached him, sniffing cautiously. Once it got to him, it placed it's hand on the scar on his chest. Seeing that he didn't react, the mutant straddled his hips and laid itself down on his chest, head coming to rest just before his neck. Caesar felt it's tongue come out and lick over his chest.
'Singer tastes like GoodWater from GoodTree.' it stated, placing it's hands on his pecs and pushing itself into a sitting position. 'This one is called FarEyes. Come, will bring you to PackLeader BigBody.' Caesar looked into the mutants eyes. Surprisingly, they were perfect. Unlike most mutants, who's eyes had developed a film over them to protect against the desert air, FarEyes had regular brown human eyes. 'Leave BoomSticker furs. Pack not like them.'
Caesar nodded as FarEyes helped him up. Once he'd finished disrobing, the mutant looked him over and broadcasted a laugh. 'Singer should be called BigSnake. Much more easy to see.' It then turned and walked down the sewers, beckoning for Caesar to follow.
As the two of them walked, more mutants began to fade in from the darkness around them. Many would approach him and take a lick, happy to taste the GoodWater from the GoodTree once again. He had to admit, though, they really weren't shy about it. Some licked right over his dick, or underneath his balls. Hell, one even stuck it's tongue between his buttcheeks. The mutants would all come up, get a taste, then immediately back away so their brethren could try. Once they'd all had their turn, they simply followed behind the pair, broadcasting thoughts of excitement. Caesar certainly felt happy that he could help, but had begun to worry. His monarch was a large car, but not large enough to take the entire pack back at once. He also worried about their leader, BigBody. He'd known mutants to grow as large as a small skyscraper, so he couldn't help but wonder just how large it would have to be to earn the name.
'PackLeader BigBody is not a TallOne.' came a thought from the crowd. 'PackLeader BigBody is tall as other Family.'

The group arrived moments later at a large, circular room. The room wasn't what caught Caesar's eye, though, and he suddenly understood why the sewers always smelt so strange. There, in the middle of the floor, lay almost a dozen mutants, all fucking. Despite the chill in the air, Caesar found himself quickly growing aroused.
As they were all hermaphroditic, the mutants had no shortage of either gender. Every cock had a hole to go in, whether it was a sopping wet cunt, a tight ass, or a delicate mouth. Few mutants were attending to fewer than two others, each exchanging bodily fluid and sexual favors freely and with gusto. One mutant was special, though. There, in the center, was a slime mutant (well, at least he assumed it was from the sheen of thick slime coating it's skin) with it's ass a and cunny both being reamed by cocks, it's mouth lapping furiously at another mutants box, and it's slick, six inch shaft being lovingly tended to by the mouths of two other mutants. The entire orgy seemed to center around that one mutant, so Caesar could easily guess who it was.
'BigBody?' He asked, shaft quickly growing hard. The writhing mass of mutant flesh stopped. The slime mutant ordered the others off (and out) of it. As the wall of flesh parted, Caesar was finally able to get a look at BigBody, and could immediately see why it was named so.
BigBody looked positively pregnant. It's stomach was large and swollen outwards, with a steady stream of fluids flowing out. What really made Caesar pause, though, was it's chest. Or breasts, as it were, for they were admittedly rather large for the mutant. Nearly a DD cup on a regular human, they looked positively whorish on the smaller framed mutant.
'Singer.' BigBody replied, waddling (and as pregnant as the mutant appeared, there was no other way to describe it) over to Caesar. It stopped just a few inches short of pressing it's heaving chest and swollen stomach up against the human, head no higher than his lowest rib. BigBody leaned in and licked from the tip of his dick, right through his pubic hair, and all the way up to the middle of his chest. It let out a sigh of, what Caesar assumed was, happiness. 'This Pack has not (here he got a strange thought, one which he didn't have a word for but was a combination of "Smelt" and "Tasted") of the GoodTree GoodWater in many BrightRises.'
'I'd like to bring you back to the GoodTree.' Caesar responded, bending so that he was at eye level with the mutant.
'No. Singer can not take Pack as one, so Pack will not go.' BigBody responded, sensing his concerns about room from earlier. 'Pack moves as one. Pack stays as one.' A general feeling of agreement arose from the rest of the Pack. They truly didn't want to leave any of their Packmates behind, even if it meant getting back to their home.
'I am sorry, then. I wish there was something I could do to help.'
'Singer has made Pack happy. Let Pack taste of GoodTree again. Helped enough.' BigBody replied. 'Come in NiceTime with Pack.' With that, BigBody turned and walked back into the circle of mutants. Rather forward of them, Caesar thought to himself, but still… the smell was making him rather horny. His shaft had swollen up to it's full nine inch length from a combination of pheromones and shared arousal from the rest of the Pack, and he couldn't help himself. With a happy growl, he followed BigBody to the center of the group of mutants. The dozen or so that had followed him in joined the orgy as well, doubling it's numbers and quickly getting to work. All the mutants began grabbing at each other, cocks finding holes almost as fast as they could fill them. Due to either an unspoken code or Caesar's own will, none of the mutants touched BigBody. It was his.
With an ease aided by his years of military training and nanotrite enhanced physique, he lifted the pregnant looking mutant off the ground and began lining it's gushing cunt up with his turgid shaft. With a grunt, Caesar slid the tip into the waiting box, it's size immediately halting the flow of fluids. He could feel BigBody's mind light up with a mix of pleasure and pain at the stretching, though he felt no request to stop. He'd gotten nearly half of his shaft in when he grew impatient. With but a small warning, he slammed BigBody all the way to the base, their crotches meeting in an echoing slap.
At nine inches in length, Caesar was big by human standards. To the average mutant, six inches was rather large, so he was absolutely gargantuan. That being said, BigBody had a rather difficult time. It let out a gargling cry, it's hands flying to Caesars and squeezing as hard as it could. The walls of its cunt squeezed ineffectually at the massive intruder, and a trickle of blood made its way down his scrotum. Caesar, with a burst of masculine pride, realized that his cock was actually reaching inside BigBody's womb, and was so thick that he'd torn it's vagina slightly.
'Singer is.. BIG.' Came BigBody's pain laden mind. 'This one can not take Singer's NiceSnake.' Caesar was about to agree and pull out, before he was overcome by an urge he'd never felt before.
He wanted to absolutely ruin this mutant. Not kill. Stretch and fuck and dominate until he was sated.
'I am not going to stop.' Caesar informed his partner. 'I am going to keep going until I'm done.' Caesar lowered the two of them down so that BigBody was pressed face-first against the ground, hips propped up on it's swollen belly so that Caesar could comfortably access it's crotch.
'Singer will hurt the Good if Singer does not stop!' BigBody pleaded, hands rubbing at it's stomach.
So that's what was in there, he realized. BigBody must be holding a chunk of Good inside it's body. Curious, Caesar leaned forward and wrapped his hands around the distended belly and gave a light squeeze. The mutant beneath him groaned, arms weakly trying to pull his hands away. He squeezed once more, this time feeling a soft, fleshy substance rush forward and wrap around the tip of his cock.
'I think the Good likes me.' he broadcasted. As if in answer, the mass of Good surged forwards, enveloping all the parts of his cock that had made it past its cervix. It massaged his prick like a second cunt, squeezing just as tight as the poor mutant it was housed within.
'Slkalkjs df Singer rrrsk iss touching the Goodaljks.' Came BigBody's garbled thoughts. The pain in it's mind was still just as strong as before, but the amount of pleasure it was experiencing was beginning to override it.
'Yes. Singer is touching the Good.' Caesar replied, pulling his dick so that just the tip remained inside it's womb before pushing forcefully back in. 'And Singer is fucking the Good.' He kept going, ramming harder and harder into the poor mutant beneath him with every stroke. He pulled further out every time, eventually reaching the point that his cock would almost entirely leave the abused snatch before pushing all the way back in. Each time, the Good followed his cock out just a little more, squeezing and sucking at the tip. BigBody began to slip, it's mind unable to handle the sensations warring inside it's brain. The pain was enormous, but the pleasure was positively mind-numbing. It's mouth hung open, tongue hanging out and animalistic grunts escaping it whenever Caesar rammed his cock back up it's womb. It's stomach was beginning to quiver, shrinking slightly whenever he pulled out and inflating once more whenever he pushed back in.
Caesar glanced around him at the revelry taking place. All the other mutants, while originally concerned about their PackLeader, had quickly been overtaken by the waves of pleasure rolling from BigBody's mind. The orgy was going stronger than before, each mutant thrusting almost violently into their partner. Slaps and squelches filled the room, though they were often hard to hear over the groans of pleasure emanating from the pile of slick flesh.
He returned his attention to the overloaded mutant beneath him. It's hands had left his own in favor of Big Body's twitching cock, which it was furiously rubbing. Caesar grinned and slid one of his hands up to it's oversized melons. His fingers quickly located it"s nipples and gave a sharp pinch.
"UUAAUGH!" BigBody screamed, the walls of it's cunt squeezing down on his cock. Though it couldn't form whole thoughts, Caesar was able to get the gist. Do it again. His other hand migrated up to the other tit and began pinching on the sensitive nub. A dollop of slime oozed out of BigBody's cock before landing on the floor beneath it and mixing with the combination of fluids from the rest of the orgy. Caesar could feel BigBody's thoughts grow slightly confused as a sensation it'd never felt began to overwhelm it. Before he could stop to puzzle it out, his fingers were covered in a thick, slimy liquid. Lifting his hand to his face, Caesar examined the substance. It was GoodWater! Mutants lactated GoodWater. Now that he thought about it, all the fluid he'd seen come from the mutants seemed to resemble GoodWater… Perhaps that was why NiceTime was so important to them? They produced GoodWater for the GoodTree.
Of course, he doubted most mutants lactated… Now that he thought about it, he was awfully thirsty. And he had seen mutants drinking GoodWater, so he doubted it was bad for him. Shrugging, he lifted his fucktoy off his dick and flipped it around so that they were facing each other. He noted with a laugh that BigBody's eyes had rolled back in it's head in pleasure. Moving his eyes a few inches down, he came up on his target. It's tits were oozing GoodWater, his fingers having unlocked some sort of dam within it. Licking his lips, Caesar bent forward and took one of its nipples into his mouth. The stimulation brought the mutant to another orgasm, a fresh stream of GoodWater spraying from it's cock and slicking up Caesar's skin.
The man began sucking, and was quickly rewarded. GoodWater was… Damn good! He took a few more pulls, savoring the strangely sweet taste as it danced across his tongue and down his gullet. BigBody let loose another jet of GoodWater from it's cock. The Good inside it twitched in time with the walls of it's stretched and abused cunt, still being reamed by Caesar's manhood. He gulped down more GoodWater, stomach swelling slightly from all the intake. BigBody came again. Caesar scooped up the rapidly accumulating GoodWater from between them in his hand. He wrapped both arms around the mutant and began lathering them behind it. Soon, his hands were nice and slick, and soon, they began questing downwards. They rubbed over BigBody's lower back and plump ass before stopping between the cheeks. With a smile, he slipped his fingers into the puckering hole.
BigBody came once more, but this time was different. This time, it's brain lit up with so much pleasure that the spillover caused most of the nearby mutants to lose themselves in their animalistic rutting. Most came immediately, howling in pleasure and frantically slamming themselves against whatever rod or hole they could. The pleasure spread through the orgy, multiplying with each mind it met until every mutant was wailing in pleasure. Caesar, despite his lesser connection to the rest of the mutants, was not immune.
His brain lit up like a grenade, pleasure centers firing wildly and without any signs of stopping. His cock twitched and began firing load after load into the waiting mass of Good contained within BigBody. His lips detached from the whorish teat before him and he let out his own bestial scream. Try as he might, he simply couldn't hold on to consciousness. The last thing he felt before slipping into a pleasure induced coma was a satisfying fullness in his cock.
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Caesar awoke some time later, his body strangely rejuvenated and pain-free. He opened his eyes and attempted to sit up, only to find himself pinned beneath a pile of mutants. Many were sleeping. Some were fucking. A few were fucking while asleep.
'Singer is awake!' one of the mutants exclaimed. The entire pile stirred, moving away so that he could get up.
'Singer!'
'Singer awakes!'
They seemed awfully excited. Caesar pushed himself into a sitting position and felt something prodding at his stomach. He looked down to find a thirteen inch cock pressed into his abdomen. HIS thirteen inch cock, to be exact. It had, for some reason, grown during his sleep. Possibly as a result of his mutations. It had thickened a bit as well, overall keeping it's previous proportions. Caesar reached down and wrapped his hand around it's center, sliding it along the GoodWater soaked skin a few times before coming to a stop. His hand quested further southwards, wrapping around his enlarged testacles. Each one seemed as large as a baseball, and he could almost feel a rumbling within them. He knew instinctually that some of the Good from his encounter with BigBody last night had made its way up his urethra, through his prostate (which he had no doubt had been affected as well) and into his scrotum. Still, he opened up his vitals display in his optic Nanotrites to check. They gave the all clear, but couldn't determine the substance that had been lodged into his scrotum. He opened up the file and gave the substance access to his body, preventing the nanotrites from fighting any spread, and named it Good, so that he'd be able to detect any in the nearby area. Once he'd finished and set the changes, he could feel the rumbling in his balls increase, no longer being suppressed by his body's nanotrite immunities. The nearby mutants leaned in, listening contentedly to the sound.
'Singer can make good, like BigBody!'
'Make Good! Make Good!'
Caesar smiled. 'Singer will make Good, but only if Singer can make nice with Packmate.' The response was faster than he'd anticipated. A mutant that Caesar remembered as FarEyes immediately rushed between his legs and got on all fours, facing away and swaying it's dual-gendered hips. Caesar's cock jumped before he got on his knees and lined up the tip. He pushed in slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of stretching out such a small hole. The mutant's mind put out a bit of pain, but it was easily drowned out by the pleasure and excitement. Once his tip was in, Caesar pushed another few inches into the stretched cunt, stopping only once he bumped up against the cervix of the mewling creature.
'Singekjdr too dkf j aowik janksdl' Came it's thoughts, garbled from the mixed feelings. He found it interesting that intense pleasure could disrupt their thoughts so easily, but didn't dwell on it. Only the first five inches of his cock were inside the mutant, and he didn't like that. With one forceful thrust, he sheathed another five inches, his cock pushing easily past the entrance and right into the back of FarEyes' womb. The mutant cried out, a wave of pleasure pulsing from its mind. The pile of mutants around them felt it, GoodWater pouring from their dicks and pussies in sympathetic orgasm. Caesar smiled, lifting FarEyes so that his stomach was up against its back and pulling its thighs up to its chest. The poor mutant couldn't do anything to resist, its body numbed by the pain and pleasure. Taking that as his okay to continue, Caesar lifted it off his cock a few inches and pushed it back down. He could feel another wave, this one much less powerful than the first, wash from the creature. He continued, faster this time, pumping FarEyes rhythmically up and down his cock, pushing back in a little harder each time. He could see the bulge of his cock in its stomach, and wanted very much to see how much he could stretch its womb. The mutants all seemed rather resilient and flexible, so he suspected he could work his entire length inside. He certainly wasn't hearing any protests from FarEyes.
The nearby mutants, meanwhile, gathered in a tight circle around them, their flesh rubbing against his. Cocks began to find holes. One pushed up against his anus. Rather than recoil, as he would no doubt have done a scant few days ago, he pushed back. The cock wasn't much larger than four inches, so he couldn't derive much pleasure from the act, but he could feel the happiness from the mutant behind him as it humped into his ass. Caesar returned his attention to FarEyes, reaching into its mind. Almost immediately, he was overcome by the power of its pleasure. It shot electricity through his brain, and he could suddenly understand why the other mutants had come so quickly. He pushed harder and harder, the waves of pleasure driving him to mercilessly stretch the small mutants womb well past the norm. The mutant in his ass came, a stream of GoodWater flooding his colon. He reached for its mind, pulling it into his consciousness. He did it with all the mutants, acting as a hub to link all the minds in their perverted little orgy together. Pleasure built and built, each cock, pussy, and ass all adding to the pile.
Then he came. And so did all the Mutants. His mind connected all theirs together, creating loops of pleasure. His orgasm caused theirs, which would then feed the pleasure back to him, which would be fed back to them. On and on it went, orgasm after orgasm wracking their minds as the pleasure grew exponentially with each loop. His balls rumbled, thick wads of Good worming their ways out of his body and into FarEyes. As much as he came, and by that time it was lots, he simply never stopped. The Good in his sac replaced what it lost almost immediately, so he couldn't run out. Coupled with the looping orgasms, he was constantly cumming. He could see FarEyes' stomach inflating with Good, soon rivaling BigBody's pregnant form. He noted with a smile that FarEyes stomach was absolutely drenched in its GoodWater.
Wave after wave of orgasm washed over him, until eventually it was all one, steadily growing orgasm. Cum, or Good he supposed, flowed not in spurts, but in a stream from his cock. His body tingled, the pleasure seemingly seeping into the rest of his body. The mutants around him were drenched in each others ejaculates, and a good-sized pool was beginning to gather around them. Caesars vision was beginning to get blurry, and he realized that he was about to pass out from the pleasure. With all the willpower he could squeeze from his drunken mind, he cut his connections to the mutants back down to their normal levels, ending the pleasure feedback loop. His orgasm shuttered to a stop, the Good coming to a rest inside his body. He realized that he'd pushed his dick all the way inside FarEyes, his pubes pushing up against its ass. He noted with a start that his own stomach had swollen slightly, the mutant who had penetrated him had flooded his bowels rather thoroughly with its GoodWater. The poor little thing had passed out rather quickly, (though, since all the mutants were now unconscious, it was understandable) and was laying beneath him with a dwindling erection. A small stream of GoodWater was leaking from his ass onto its stomach, but Caesar didn't bother to move away. Rather, he began lifting FarEyes off his cock. He slid rather easily out of the ruined hole, until eventually only his tip remained inside. With a quick pull, he popped his dick completely free from FarEyes' wrecked pussy.
A flood of flesh-colored goo spilled out once the plug was gone, pooling on the stomach of the mutant below them. The Good spilled from FarEyes for a few dozen seconds before coming to a halt. Caesar noted that it didn't act like a liquid, and seemed to gather together and attempt to stay whole. He set the unconscious FarEyes off to the side, using his now freed hands to pick up the Good. It felt like wet, gooey skin. It should've creeped him out, but all he wanted to do was touch it more! When gathered together, he had about as much as a beach ball. Caesar found an empty spot between the mutants and laid on his back. He set the Good on his chest, happy to find that it stretched to cover most of his upper body. It felt so warm on him! His cock jumped up, the tip prodding against the bottom of the mass. He felt a stream of Good make its way down his shaft and spurt out, connecting the Good on his chest to the Good in his cock. He could feel fluids begin to slide down the Good in his shaft, which he now realized was acting as a vein from his cock to the Good on his chest. Just like all the tendrils of Good that connected each larger mass together. He could only guess that the cargo was his semen, which he assumed had a rather accelerated effect on the good. Within moments, the good began growing. It enveloped him, spilling over his body like a fleshy blanket until he was covered head to toe.
Then his skin began tingling. He couldn't place what was going on, though. With an eerie calm, he opened up the diagnostics page with his nanotrites. The diagram, which normally showed his body, now showed a blob. He could only guess, but he'd been absorbed into the Good! The diagnosis page blacked out, replaced by a page holding just a diagram of the blob. He'd never seen this one, and a few minutes of digging through his system showed that it had been newly installed just a few days ago. The same time he'd began mutating. Caesar jumped back to the mystery program, pulling up the manual.
It seemed to be a way to manipulate his body using the Good. Caesar shaped it into the diagram of his old body, one which he'd become accustomed to seeing after looking at it for so long. He could feel his body shift into it's old form, but there was still a mass of Good left over. Curious, Caesar used a little of it to create larger muscles, his body beefing up as though he'd been weight training for years! Caesar smiled with his newly created mouth, creating a nine inch tongue. He'd always thought having a large tongue would be sexy. Hell, he'd always had a thing for tentacles too! Deciding his back would be best, be formed four tentacles, each about as thick as his cock (about four inches) and roughly six feet long. He then set about enlarging his balls, creating two testacles to sit alongside his old ones. These new ones didn't have any Good in them, allowing him to build up a reserve of semen so that he could "water" any patches of Good he came across. He greatly increased the output of his new testacles, allowing them to put out gallons if need be. Rather than connect them to his cock, though, he connected these to the tentacles on his back. Almost immediately, they began leaking streams of thick, virile semen.
With that, he'd run out of Good. Caesar opened his new eyes, happy to find that he'd adapted them better to darker areas than his last pair. Caesar pushed himself to his feet using the newly grown appendages on his back, pleased to find that they were actually quite strong! He looked around the cistern, watching as the group of mutants was waking back up. Most thoughts were groggy, but all were satisfied. FarEyes awoke last, its cock squirting a small patch of GoodWater onto its chest. It reached down and felt at its pussy, fingers easily sliding inside the well used passage.
'Singer broke this one, just like BigBody.' it thought happily, easily slipping four of its fingers inside. 'Did Singer make Good?' The question was echoed by the rest of the Pack.
'Yes. Watch.' Caesar pointed his tentacles at the nearest wall to them and unleashed a torrent of his thick jizz all along them. Once satisfied that he'd thoroughly coated a good patch of it, he shut off the stream. He then walked slowly towards the wall, his quartette of swollen testacles swaying between his legs. Caesar pressed the tip of his cock on the wall and released one small spurt of Good. It stuck steadfastly to the wall, devouring the cum. Caesar took a step back and watched as the Good spread like wildfire, quickly forming a thin layer of Good that replaced the cum within a minute.
'Singer is a GoodMaker.' went the mind of BigBody, who was waddling much slower than usual into the cistern. The reason for its slowed gait was obvious. Its stomach was nearly big enough to scrape the ground! BigBody cradled its stomach in its arms, keeping it just high enough to allow it to move about. As soon as it entered, it waddled up to the wall of Good and spread its legs. A tendril of Good shot from its snatch and connected to the wall. Caesar watched, both fascinated and aroused as its stomach began to deflate. The Good inside it pulled its way out and joined to the wall, leaving a now thin BigBody standing before it. 'Singer makes Good much faster than this one. Making Nice make Good grow too fast for this one to keep inside.'
'Singer!' FarEyes called, sitting up. 'Make more Good! Make NicePlace Good!' Caesar smiled at the thought. He definitely wouldn't mind coating the room with his jizz, especially if it would make the mutants' stay a bit easier, but he wasn't sure if he could! All that cum would require more liquid than his body had, especially with how much he'd used already. One mutant, sensing his thoughts, came up with a solution. It scurried up to him, leaping to his shoulders and mashing its pussy into his mouth.
'Drink.' it said. A stream of GoodWater flowed into his mouth, placed there by one (or more) of the other mutants during their orgy earlier. Caesar did as instructed, wrapping his tentacles around the mutant to keep it steady and sucking at its mound until no more came out. Refreshed, Caesar looked at the gathering of mutants with a smile.
'Alright, then, I suppose I'd better get started!'

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The sounds of metal scrap and various other components rattled about in the backseat of Caesar's Monarch. The car absolutely reeked of Mutant, a smell which the merc was quickly coming to love. His thoughts wandered back to the Pack he'd left in the sewers. They'd insisted on staying, but he still felt rather guilty about leaving them. FarEyes especially. A grin grew across Caesar's face as he thought about how much that mutant in particular had taken to him. It'd spent the better part of his week with the mutant in contact with his cock, either riding it or fondling. The only times he got a break were when he was fused with the Good, and even then FarEyes eagerly await his return.
Ah yes, the Good. Caesar had become incredibly attached to the stuff, in many cases literally. He'd found that he could, at will, reduce his body down to Good and rebuild it from the ground up. He could even absorb existing Good into his body, allowing his size to fluctuate. The larger, personal fetish-fantasy version of him had been too conspicuous, so he'd ejected some of the extra Good and reshaped himself into a form that more closely resembled his original one. He still had a quartette of tentacles sprouting from his back, but he could retract them at will to allow for greater mobility. He'd shrunk his cock down to ten inches, as anything bigger than that made it difficult to fit into his armor. His scrotum now only held one pair of balls, the ones that produced Good. Caesar had dissolved the other two, once again finding it difficult to slip back into his pants. He'd kept his increased muscle-mass, though. After all, it never hurt to be a little stronger out in the wastes.
His thoughts returned to the task at hand when a few gunshots rang out in the distance. He needed to get back to the GoodTree. He'd been sidetracked for too long. FastClimber and SnakeArm were probably worried sick about him. He'd almost completely forgotten about his plan to build defense turrets around the perimeter of the GoodTree. His backseat was filled with the items necessary to create a dozen turrets, and enough bullets for many times that.
Caesar pulled his car to a stop in front of the sewer entrance to Dead City, close enough that he figured the Mutants wouldn't have a problem with coming out to help him retrieve it. There were over a dozen boxes of equipment, of which he could only grab four. Two in his arms, and one per pair of tentacles.
'Best appendages ever.' he thought, letting out a chuckle. He nudged the grate open with his foot, happy to be walking down the dark tunnel and back home. Less than a month ago the trek would've put him on edge. He was, after all, walking into the Mutants home base! As he walked, he became gradually more aware of the thoughts coming from nearby mutants. He identified himself, and after a quick look/sniff over, he'd enlisted a Pack of mutants to help him carry the rest of the supplies. There were two SnakeArms with them, which made it much easier.
'Singer gone long time. Many in GoodTree think Singer get lost in DryPlace.' One mutant reported. 'Singer not lost, though. Singer find LostPack. Singer help LostPack.'
'Yes, I did.' Caesar replied, 'I spread some Good for them, made their hideout a little more like home.'
'Singer spread Good?'
Rather than reply, Caesar dug into his memories, broadcasting them to the Pack.
Caesar sighed, happily spraying his sponge across the room. He'd kept himself in constant orgasm for over an hour, absolutely coating the cistern from wall to wall. Whenever he got a little dry, one of the Mutants would scurry up and deposit a load of GoodWater in his mouth. He appreciated it both ways, from a cock or a pussy. Sometimes both at once. Occasionally, BigBody (or GoodBirther, as it had become known) would come over and allow him to drink from its breasts. That was his favorite. The GoodWater from its whorish tits tasted much sweeter than the GoodWater from a cock.
A quick glance around the room showed that he'd finished. Every inch was dripping with his thick jizz. Even the ceiling, though the Good had almost finished spreading across that. Now, the fleshy substance clung to over half the surfaces in the cistern, its presence doing wonders to calm the Pack.
Caesar cut the memory off. After that, he was of course pulled into a celebratory orgy. It seemed that the Mutants in the sewers didn't exactly have much else to do, as they were almost always fucking. Sometimes they'd stop to find some water deeper in the sewers, or go up and grab a human to eat (a practice which he was beginning to find less and less disgusting, though still quite unappealing,) but overall, they just fucked. Mutants apparently could go for as long as they desired, so there wasn't any shortage of willing partners.
'Singer made much Good!' went a SharpSticker, breaking him from his thoughts. 'Make some when Pack get to GoodTree. More Good good.'
Caesar smiled, very much looking forward to helping out the Family more. Plus, now that he could orgasm at will, that was really all he wanted to do.
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The Pack arrived shortly before sundown. Caesar directed them to leave the supplies out front, that he'd get to them in the morning. He preferred to work in the daytime, when he had plenty of light, and since they were so far into the city, the supplies would be fine out in the open. The Pack did as they were told before heading inside, though Caesar didn't follow immediately behind.
The merc looked up at the great fleshy spire rising into the night sky, and for the first time in what felt like years, he felt like he had a reason to exist. Sure, he'd found a place amongst the people of Wellsprings, but he'd never felt like he needed to be there. Even when he'd infiltrated the Authority stronghold, he simply felt like he was doing it because there wasn't anything else to do. Now, though, he didn't feel like he was just going through the motions. He felt as though he'd finally found his reason for living. All the pain, all the killing, all the loss… It'd lead him to that point. The life he'd led before the Ark seemed so much farther away now, so much less important than what he was doing. He was protecting a species. A species that could think and feel just as humans did. A species that helped each other, that didn't give in to petty vendettas and could work for the greater common good. A species worth fighting for, unlike his previous one. Caesar let out a sigh. Now that he thought about it, he really despised humans.
With that, Caesar took off his clothes. He folded them neatly in a pile near the supply crates, leaving them there should he ever need to use them again. He didn't really plan on it, though. He got the feeling that he'd be spending quite a bit of time in or around the GoodTree for the next few weeks.
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Three months later
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Caesar felt fucking stellar. He was a muscly stud with a bodybuilder physique, a big dick, and all sex he could want. Added to that, he had a nutsac that housed not two, not four, but six balls, and could produce gallons of thick, salty, virile spooge in minutes. He had four tentacles that could each lift a full grown person sprouting from his back, and was treated like royalty. His life kicked ass. Of course, he lived in a dark, slimy building surrounded by mutants, but he wouldn't trade it for the world!
He currently stood on the outskirts of the more Good infested areas, having recently become aware of a group of humans traveling about near the edges of his reach. Caesar had taken to dissolving his body into the main mass of Good, which covered miles upon miles of the inner Death City. He could manifest himself anywhere he could channel good through, allowing for near instantaneous travel in the blink of an eye, and did just that. His body sprouted up from the Good, forming within a second into his preferred form. He stood on a rooftop overlooking the small band of humans.
There were four in all, three of them were heavily armed. No problem. He'd taken down groups much larger.
Caesar leapt from his perch, falling a full three stories before landing right in the middle of the group. His tentacles shot out, disarming the three with weapons before wrapping around them. By the time the humans realized what was happening, Caesar had already subdued them. They reeked of gunpowder and exhaust. Four sharp CRACK's later, and all of them were dead.
Caesar searched their bodies for anything of interest. He mostly just found extra ammo, but one of them did happen to be carrying a few Wingsticks. He took those and shoved them into the fleshy Good, willing them to be transported back to the GoodTree. He then disrobed all four of the men and did the same. He'd found that he could control the Good rather well, and had figured out how to use it to transport solid objects. Of course, anything that wasn't a Mutant usually died in the process, as they couldn't draw the required oxygen from the Good during travel. Caesar killing the humans had actually been out of mercy. It was better to have a quick death than be suffocated or eaten alive. Caesar dissolved into the Good, seconds later arriving at the top of the GoodTree. He'd made it his personal chambers, filled with various bits and bobs that he'd collected or stored. The Wingsticks arrived a few moments after he did and were deposited in a box filled with a few others. The bodies would arrive in one of the main areas eventually, though their larger size generally caused them to travel slower.
The Mutants certainly enjoyed having him around. The GoodTree had never been healthier, and many of the smaller buildings surrounding it were completely covered with Good. Caesar's ability to spread and fertilize the Good made him an asset to the Family, as he could completely coat a room in Good within a day. Buildings usually took about a week, but with the assistance of the GoodMakers a building could be covered in about four days. Caesar smiled at the thought of the Slime Mutants. They were his favorite. Each one carried a supply of Good within their womb, fed by their prodigious GoodWater supplies. Caesar found that, with enough stimulation, he could actually cause all of them to lactate GoodWater like he'd done with BigBody, which quickly became a fetish of his. The increased supply of GoodWater helped feed the Good, of course, but he couldn't help himself when it came to them. They always ended up fucked so full of Good that most couldn't move, and their breasts nearly drained of their GoodWater.
Caesar was nothing if not voracious.
'Singer caught more BoomStickers to munch.' Came a presence that had grown rather familiar within the past few months. Caesar turned to look at a whorishly endowed Slime Mutie. Hir breasts hung down to hir crotch, swinging pendulously with each step and absolutely sloshing with GoodWater. Hir hips were wider than hir shoulders by a great margin, and hir stomach held just a small bulge in it. Hir pussy, well stretched by the time Caesar had spent with it, dripped constantly. Hir cock was just above five inches, though, unlike every other GoodMaker, could produce Good rather than just GoodWater. This was because Caesar had learned how to modify Mutants, just as he could his own body. Mutants, at their base level, were made of Good. He could break them down and rebuild them, provided he had enough time. Caesar had only tried it once, though, on this very mutant.
'Family belly very full, but still very happy to munch on BoomStickers. More munch make better GoodWater, yes?' The Mutant formerly known as FastClimber said, laying back on the floor of Good. Caesar had given hir the name FirstChange, as that was what shi was.
'I see you've gotten rid of all that Good I put in you.' Caesar replied, getting on all fours and crawling so he was above hir.
'Yes, the Good inside this one became too much to keep inside. A Pack carried this one to one of the AlmostDone places so that this one could help MakeGood.' FirstChanged replied, clear brown eyes staring into Caesars yellow ones.
'Well, we can't have my little cumdump empty now, can we?' Caesar said, his bottom pair of tentacles wrapping themselves around FirstChanges waist while his top pair wrapped around hir prodigious bust. He brought a nipple to his mouth and began sucking, a flood of sweet GoodWater rushing into this mouth. 'We all have to do our part to help the GoodTree spread its roots.' His cock rubbed between their bodies, grinding against his sluts own seven inch endowment. Caesar loved to enlarge his dick when he fucked FirstChange, and its current size rested at an impressive sixteen inches long and six inches wide. He liked to stretch his playthings, not that FirstChange minded. Shi loved to be used by Caesar, and didn't object in the least when he morphed hir fast and agile body into the hyper-endowed abomination that it was.
'This one wants to make Nice with Singers Snake.' FirstChange moaned, thoughts clouded with lust. Caesar smiled and released hir nipple, instead pushing his lips up against hirs. His tongue slithered out from his mouth, all nine inches of it swarming into FirstChanges and down hir throat. He loved doing that. He could feel hir small cock pushing up agains the underside of his, leaking its own streams of Good. Caesar wrapped his tentacles around hir waist and thighs, allowing him to position his subordinate so that the tip of his massive member was pushing up against hir stretched snatch. With a growl, he slammed the first eight inches of his cock straight up into hir passage, his sheer girth popping the front of hir pelvis bone open. He watched as hir hips grew to accept him, the outline of his cock visible against hir skin. His tip prodded at the entrance to hir womb, though he knew that wouldn't hold him back for very long. He'd been inside it numerous times before, after all, and it was almost as stretched out as the rest of hir whorish pussy. With that, he rammed himself right past it, his tip sliding straight to the back of hir womb.
'Don't relax just yet, FirstChange.' He warned, 'I still have three inches to shove inside you, and I'm not stopping until you take all of it!' Caesar pulled his tongue from hir throat and wrapped his arms around hir shoulders, forcefully pushing hir further down his cock. He could feel hir womb yield to him, stretching further to accommodate him. FirstChange blacked out from the overload of sensations, but Caesar simply reached towards hir mind and turned it back on. He didn't want hir to miss anything, after all! He pushed more, until only an inch of his cock remained outside hir body. He could feel the mix of excruciating pleasure and mind numbing pain pouring off the Mutant below him, which urged him on. With one final push, his pubes brushed up against the bottom of hir cock. FirstChange let out a raspy scream, its mind long since losing the ability to form any coherent thoughts. Caesar sat up and gripped hir thighs, eyeing the bulge that the tip of his cock had made just below FirstChanges ribs.
He felt an orgasm roll off hir, though it wasn't the first. As a matter of fact, quite a few had happened since they'd started, though he simply didn't notice them. All the mutants on the floor below them simultaneously fell to their knees, cocks and pussies erupting in geysers of GoodWater as the result of their telepathically sympathetic orgasms. Caesar always loved causing that to happen. Of course, he wasn't done. Without so much as a warning, he pulled himself almost completely out of FirstChanges body, only to forcefully push his way right back up to his balls. He didn't waste time building from a slow rhythm to a faster one, and instead jumped straight to jackhammering into his slut. The slaps of slimy flesh striking against slimy flesh filled the room, although it wasn't very easily audible over the screaming Mutant.
Caesar became aware of a river of Good flowing from FirstChanges cock, running off to the side and building itself a nice little pile right next to them. Grinning, he reached over and dipped his hand in it, willing it to travel through him and into his partner, though not into hir womb. Rather, he channeled it to hir ass, rapidly expanding it to the point each cheek was well over a handful. Then, he pulled the rest inside himself and pushed it right down his cock, along with a veritable ocean of his own Good. FirstChange went silent, the bump in her womb expanding. Caesar poured the Good straight into hir, inflating hir like a lewd balloon. He pulled his cock back to the entrance of hir womb, his cock now spraying both Good and semen into hir quickly expanding stomach.
His supply of Good cut off relatively quickly, but he could produce cum almost infinitely, allowing him to fill his cumdump until it looked like shi had a fully grown human man nestled inside hir stomach. Hir stomach sloshed around like a water balloon, filled with cum and Good. Caesar knew that shi wouldn't be able to hold that much liquid inside herself, not without his giant cock to plug up her loose pussy, so he came up with a solution. Caesar, still supporting FirstChange with his arms and tentacles, stood up. Despite how much liquid weight shi'd just put on, Caesar's enhanced musculature allowed him to easily carry hir over to what served as his bed. It was actually just a large section of Good that was much thicker than the rest of the room, though its fleshy texture gave it the feel of an incredibly soft mattress, a luxury he had't had since before he'd been shut inside the Ark.
Caesar laid his fucktoy down on hir back and laid himself down on top of hir, his cock still firmly planted at the entrance to hir womb. He'd finally allowed hir to pass out, and he could tell that shi wouldn't be awake for a while. No matter to him, though. Caesar pulled a tit up to his mouth, lips eagerly wrapping around the nipple. He had a lot of fluid to replace, and couldn't wait to drain the lewd breasts before him.
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Caesar awoke a few hours later. Most of the mutants were outside the GoodTree, which usually meant it was night time. He'd fallen asleep next to FirstChange, who awoke moments after him.
'This one has much Good inside.' Shi thought happily, rubbing the elastic skin of hir titanic stomach. 'This one can't move. Tummy is too heavy with Good.' Caesar pushed himself up with this tentacles. He patted FirstChanges stomach, idly rubbing it.
'Let it all out, then.' He commanded, 'Go on. That's what you're made for, after all.' FirstChange did as directed, relaxing the muscles Caesar had created at the entrance to hir womb. Hir stomach shrunk, a flood of Good spilling from hir abused twat and melding with the floor. Caesar waited until there was just a small bump in hir stomach before commanding hir to stop. He didn't want hir to be completely out, after all. So long as there was some Good left inside hir womb, her body would continue to nurture it. Shi wouldn't produce quite as much without his spooge, of course, but it was still enough to make a marked improvement on Good production.
Caesar took a few swigs of GoodWater from FirstChanges breasts before leaving. FirstChange attempted to follow him, but hir pelvis was still a bit dislocated from his cock, so shi instead fell back asleep. Caesar smiled at hir. Such a simple existence. Get fucked, birth, sleep, and then wait for the repeat. The mutated man willed a fleshy membrane to form just behind his mammoth endowments and fold over them before attaching just below his bellybutton, preventing them from swinging about too much while he walked. While rather arousing, it could get annoying. Caesar descended the staircase that FirstChange had used to access his room, arriving at the floor just below his. It was generally used as the NiceTime floor, along with Caesar's chosen abode. Of course, NiceTime seemed much less special, now that there was almost always at least a small orgy happening. A pile of slimy, GoodWater-covered mutants ground against itself in one of the rooms, waves of pleasure rolling through Caesar's mind as he passed. The mutants had become quite the little sex-fiends in the past few months. Some even chose to give up their former duties in favor of becoming full-time fuck machines, which wasn't a problem with how prosperous they'd become. They were referred to as the NiceLives, seeing as how their lives had become a constant NiceTime.
Caesar planned to begin specialization based on the Mutant's duties soon. Once he'd finished with FirstChange, he wanted to begin on other mutants, and the NiceLives were first on his list. He planned for increased lubrication and libido, as well as an increase to touch receptors along their skin. He'd likely enlarge their sexual endowments as well, as a sign of status to the other mutants. He basically intended to make them into lesser versions of FirstChange. His cock twitched inside its cup at the thought. He had an idea as to where the mutants had developed their sexual veracity. 'Will Singer come into NicePile?' One of the mutants asked, though the orgy showed no signs of slowing. Caesar replied with a smile and a decline, though he did request that the NiceLives come forward. There was a sudden and very loud schluurrp as cocks and fingers were removed from various holes, allowing one of the NiceLives to emerge. It was covered more thickly in GoodWater, as its kind were usually at the very center of any carnal gathering. The mutant stood before him, dripping fluids and eyeing the bulge that concealed his cock and potent Good factories.
'Singer want NiceLife?' shi questioned. Caesar nodded and stepped forward, the fleshy cup dissolving into his skin and releasing his dick. It was already erect, and pushed into the mutants chest. The appendage was welcomed, the NiceLives arms wrapping around it and slowly rubbing along its length. Caesar's balls flexed, and a tendril of Good shot from his cock tip and into the mutants face, quickly melding the two together. Caesar pulled up the program that would allow him to morph the creature, and then opened the file named FirstChange. He dialed a few things back, increased overall cock size to eight inches, and ran it. His balls began draining themselves of Good, funneling any that was needed into his subjects body. The formerly flat chest sprouted into full C cups, the creatures cock grew, and its body began producing even more GoodWater. As an afterthought, Caesar added a pair of testacles to the design, filling the baseball sized orbs with Good. He then disconnected and released the mutant, eyeing the new species of mutant proudly.
For its part the mutant reacted rather calmly. Shi hefted hir new breasts experimentally, pawed hir new dick excitedly, and pushed hir fingers into hir new and incredibly moist pussy. Shi nodded at Caesar in gratitude, before returning to the slimy pile. The other dozen or so NiceLives were next, each one gladly replenishing Caesar's fluid reserves with their new breasts once he was finished shaping them. Still, though, he was nearly out of Good by the time he finished with the last one, and needed some time to recuperate. His first thought? The GoodBath.
Caesar descended a few more flights of stairs before coming upon what had once been an indoor swimming pool. What stood there now was a large dip in the middle of the floor, housing a large pile of lounging mutants. The GoodTree naturally produced GoodWater, and kept the GoodPool well hydrated. The dip in the floor allowed it to gather at the bottom, where the mutants would lounge and, if they were GoodMakers, mix in their own slime. Caesar slipped into the pile, happily welcomed by the rest of the mutants. His flesh slid deliciously against theirs, the slimy GoodWater lubricating them almost too well. Caesar wiggled his tentacles to the bottom of the pile and began releasing small spurts of his own GoodWater, adding to the pool. He couldn't give much, of course, seeing as he'd drained himself rather recently. Still, any little bit was appreciated.
The mutated man sighed, his prodigious muscles relaxing as the slippery flesh slid across them. Honestly, this was his favorite thing to do. More than fucking, more than drinking a sweet load of GoodWater from a full tit, more than anything. No matter what he was working on, he always found time to come to the GoodPool and lounge for at least a few minutes. Caesar let all his thoughts melt away and allowed his body to be massaged by the mutants around him, their own smaller bodies rubbing across his with varying intensities. A blissful smile overcame his face, and-
The peace was shattered when a gunshot rang through the semi-hivemind of the GoodTree. The mutants around him all tensed up and snarled, leaping from the pool in seconds and tearing off through the staircases that led downstairs. Caesar, now alone, willed himself to dissolve back into the Good. His consciousness spread out, searching any area it was connected to for what could've possibly caused that mind shattering pulse… There.
Caesar manifested near the border of the Good, hunched over a now dead HotThrower. The death pang must've reverberated through the minds of any nearby mutants and back to the GoodTree.
"Put your hands where I can see them, freak!" Came a voice from behind him, along with a prod to the back of his head by something cold and hard. Gun, probably. Caesar slowly held out his hands to either side, not wanting to test how many bullets he could take without his armor to protect him.
"I've never seen a mutant that looked so… Human-like." Came another voice, this one carrying less a tone of aggression and more a tone of curiosity.
"Stay back, Doc. This one aint no regular mutant." The first voice barked, "They don't usually listen to instructions. Hey! You! Turn around!" Caesar, assuming the man was talking to him, began to slowly turn and face the ambushers. When he was fully turned and facing them, the first thing he noticed were the astonished look on their faces.
"Hawkeye?" The man with the gun said, astonished. Caesar didn't recognize them, but he figured he was a merc, if his clothes were anything to go by. The second man, who, he noted, held no gun, was a little more familiar, but Caesar couldn't quite recall. "What happened to you?!"
Caesar choked a bit, attempting to remember how to speak. He'd become so accustomed to the telepathy that he'd almost forgotten there was another way of communication. "I… Nothing?"
"Bullshit! Look at yourself!" The man laughed, gesturing with the tip of his rifle at Caesar's mutant frame, "Was it those damn Muties?"
A pang of anger rang through Caesars thoughts, "Don't call them that! They're not as bad as everybody seems to think they are, really!" The gun, which had previously begun to lower, was raised right back up to point at his face. Oops.
"What do you fuckin' mean 'They aren't that bad?!'" The man yelled, "They eat people, Hawkeye, or did you forget that?!" Caesar could see the mercs trigger finger tighten, "Maybe you've turned into one of them. You Ark Survivors are a weird lot, not normal from the start!"
"N-now Tanner," Spoke the second man, slowly approaching his partner " I think we should listen to Hawk-"
"Shut it, Egghead!" The merc, Tanner, yelled. "He aint one of us anymore. Just look at him! Look at those…. Things, coming out of his back!" Caesar, using the mans temporary distraction to his advantage, threw his body as quickly as he could to the side, narrowly avoiding the bullet that passed through the space he'd once occupied. The mutant whipped the top two tentacles at the gun, hoping to knock it out of the mercs hands.
He had to hand it to him, Tanner was a pro. With a speed Caesar hadn't expected, the merc had a large combat knife pulled from his belt and held to block the incoming appendage, while angling his gun so that the other one landed straight at the end of the barrel. The force from the first tentacle caused it to cut itself, severing it two-thirds down the length, while the second one was blown off by the explosive round that had been loaded in the gun. Caesar, pushing through the pain, ordered the nanotrites in his system to begin rearranging the tentacles, closing the wounds and stopping any blood loss. He then, assisted by his two bottom tentacles, leapt into the air and over the merc, avoiding another explosive round aimed at his head. He landed a few inches from his opponent, once more swinging his tentacles inwards to disarm him. Tanner, in another display of his tremendous skill, released the gun just before his tentacle came in contact with it and pulled out a Wingstick, expanding it and cutting through Caesar's third tentacle. The gun landed softly in the Good below them, and was immediately swallowed up at Caesar's command. There wasn't any time to celebrate, though, as Tanner now wielded a large Bowie knife in one hand and a razor sharp Wingstick in the other. Caesar wasted no time bowling his adversary to the ground, pinning his arms with his knees and placing his hands around the humans neck. Seeing no other way to kill him, Caesar settled for choking him. It was a slow process, though his struggles weakened as he went without air. His pulse stopped after a few minutes, after which Caesar stood and kicked the mercs body into the pile of Good.
He turned his attention to the second man, glowering menacingly at him. "Who are you?"
"Fritz!" The man yelled, body stiffening and eyes squeezing shut in terror.
"Wh… What?"
"Fritz! M-my name! Leonard Fritz!" The man panicked. Right! Now he remembered! Fritz was the one who'd posted the Bounty on the board that had led him to the mutants.
"Right, Leonard Fritz." Caesar sighed, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I suppose I should be asking you the same." Leonard laughed nervously, body still tense with fear.
"I live here. Well, near here. But here is part of my home too." Caesar explained, or at least tried.
"This is your… Territory?" Leonard offered.
"Yeah, I guess so." He hadn't really thought about it that way before. "But back to my question. This is miles inside the border of Dead City, why are you here?"
"I-I still needed those pictures and samples for my research!" Leonard answered, a little less tense now that the mutant before him wasn't showing any aggression. "You said to stay out for a while, and I figured that time had passed, so…" He trailed off, gesturing around them.
"Hm." Caesar replied, looking the young scientist up and down. "Well, you still shouldn't be here. Honestly, I'd thought you'd give up."
"I'm afraid not." Fritz laughed nervously, "So, s-shall I be on my way then? I'll never return to Dead City, of that you have my word." Caesar considered it, but quickly realized that, if he were to let Fritz go, there was no real way of ensuring his silence. He didn't want to kill the poor man, though, as he'd just been attempting to further the humans' understanding of the world they resided in. Altruistic, unlike the rest of the race.
"You're right. You won't be returning here." Caesar stated, idly kicking the lopped off ends of his tentacles back into the Good for reabsorption. "That would imply that you'd ever left, and I intend to keep you here." Leonards face paled. The glasses resting on his nose drooped downwards, as though mimicking his hopes. "I'm not willing to risk you telling others about me, and if your entire party disappears, it'll help dissuade others from coming here." As if predicting the mans panicked cries, Caesar wrapped his last remaining good tentacle around his head to silence him. "I'm not going to kill you, though. You wanted to study the Fam… Mutants? Well, you'll have plenty of time once you've begun living with them."
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Caesar walked with Fritz all the way to the GoodTree, the entire journey taking just under a half hour. Caesar did his best to answer the scientists questions, but his knowledge of the Good wasn't really all that… Scientific. Just instinctual stuff he'd received from the mutants, and he honestly didn't now how to adequately explain most of it. Still, though, Fritz was a truly intelligent man, with a penchant for curiosity that often transcended physical safety.
"We're here." Caesar announced, though he suspected the scientist didn't need to be told.
"Wh… Wonderful!" Fritz enthused, grinning, "This is absolutely marvelous! And this is made entirely of this… Good?" Caesar nodded, "Truly impressive! To have not only broken down, but replaced and imitated the concrete and metal used in building this thing! It's kept it's structural integrity marvelously, and seems to be even more stable what with the way it's got all those roots and wires sprouting from it!"
"Wait, replaced?" Caesar interrupted, "The Good just covers substances, not replace them."
"That's what I'd originally thought as well!" Fritz enthused, "Look at the building, though. Do you see the way it sways?" Caesar cast his eyes up to the top of the GoodTree, eyeing the swaying motions.
"Don't all skyscrapers sway? I thought that was built into them so they don't topple over."
"Yes, yes, they all sway. But look at how it sways. The top of the building? It stays level with the ground. The Good seems to have a sort of equilibrium and stabilizer system, akin to you or I." Caesar stared harder at the top before realizing that Fritz was right.
"Wow." He muttered. Here he'd been living in the thing for the past few months, and Fritz simply sees it from the outside and can diagnose it's construction. "You're rather observant."
"Interest breeds observation." The scientist replied, smiling, "Now, are you going to show me around?"

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