Mirelurk Oneshot | By : SpiceIsNice Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 24815 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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The caves were dark and dank, the moisture in the air almost suffocating. The wet squelching of her boots in the mud of the swamp like area echoed off the distant underground walls. She listened, wincing at the thought of what could find her by the lack of silent progress.
She was in an area that was known to be a hazard to all but the best equipped. The rifle Doc gave her wasn’t what anyone would call ideal for more than varmint shooting. Yet here she was, she said she’d find a way through the rough country side and to New Vegas if it killed her. She reasoned to herself that if something was going to come after her, it would have by now. The water had stayed less that knee deep for more than two kilometers now. Raising her boot just clear of the water, she set it down again, the squelching still as loud as ever. The water started to lessen, and the mud thickened until she was on a small island in the middle of all the marshes. Taking the dry-ish land as a good excuse to stop, she took her pack off, digging out some Insta-Mash and Purified water. She ate methodically, hoping that her Pip-Boy light would endure at least until she was clear of the caves but doubted it. She had cracked it against a rock fairly hard in an escape from too many Rad Scorpions. Food consumed, she packed back up and set out once more. Upon stepping off the other side of the island, she fell into the disgusting, fetid water, the ground dropping off steeply and unexpectedly. She gasped in surprise, the foul water filling her lungs. She broke the surface of the water long enough to cough some of it up when she felt something grip her ankles and she was dragged back under. The shock of it was not enough to make her gasp a second time though, and she recovered quickly, merely sliding her feet out of her only-slightly-too-big boots. She dumped the pack next on her way to the surface, hoping to have as little on her to grab as possible. For a second time she broke the surface, but this time another pair of hands-she was sure they hands now- grabbed her about the waist and the ankles. She struggled, thrashing wildly, but to no avail. They managed to keep her under the water and fighting until her lungs burned for air. Knowing in the back of her mind that to breathe would be to drown, her body took control and sucked deeply and sharply inward. The water once more assaulted her senses until she was following the doomed cycle of coughing and sucking in more water. Her struggles began to fade as her limbs lost their strength, deprived of oxygen. Just as the light began to dim, her head broke the surface. Her body, greedy for breath, simultaneously gulped at the air and vomited water. Her strength was gone, her arms and legs far too heavy, and thoroughly exhausted. With the stillness that followed, she almost lost consciousness. But a tug on the front of her Pre-War Parkstroller Outfit roused her. She had heard of the creatures before her but a stranger’s watered down account could not compare to the true terror of having a Mirelurk King being so near. Much less two. The pair of them made short work of her clothing, tearing it off of her furiously. They had her bared before them in a ripe, young display of human flesh; soft and yielding. Quickly they grabbed her, their cocks unsheathing themselves from the protective folds of flesh. The larger of the two clearly having dominance as he took the best spot behind her as the smaller of them moved to her mouth. Shoving her poorly struggling body into an all-fours position, they began to line themselves up. The pulsing member in front of her was oddly shaped around the head as if there were something hidden inside the ridge of the head. The phallus shape in front of her left her line of sight, preventing further examination as it was shoved painfully into her throat. Gagging and heaving, she couldn’t fight back as the head of the larger cock forced mercilessly against her unwilling lips. The pain of it making her tense and worsen the horrible sensation of being forcefully intruded. Finally, the head forced it’s way inside her tight tunnel as the cock in her mouth picked up its tempo. She tried to scream at the feeling of having her passage ripped to accommodate and unnaturally large girth never meant to be inside a human, but could only create a muffled sigh against the thick cock in her mouth. They set up a cruel rhythm as the one inside her pussy rammed deeper, trying to get more of a length that couldn’t possibly fit entirely in her. It rammed against the wall deep inside her body until she felt the bruising pressure force its way past the obstruction. Writhing in agony, she was unable to do anything but take the thickness as it battered against her organs. Suddenly the cocks started to twitch and expand, forcing her torn passage to rip further, the blood running freely over the Mirelock’s cock. As they neared, she found out what was in the ridge of the cock when spikes shot out into the soft tissue of her innards to keep her in place as they emptied themselves. The one in her throat expanded to the point of suffocation as the pulsing increased and what she could only assume to be eggs started to empty into her throat then down into her stomach. The pain was fading as her body went into shock, the worst of the brutality fading now as the one in her now ruined cunt started spewing its eggs into her bruised intestines. Her stomach distended as the eggs gathered deep inside her. Sated, the two Mirelurks withdrew their cocks and left the battered, half dead Wanderer on the edge of the island where she had her lunch not thirty minutes prior. She lay there for hours until the feeling started to come back to her limbs. The pain was almost unbearable and from it, she knew she was ruined. But something broke through the haze of pain; movement. The eggs were hatching. She angled herself enough to see the bumps of the creatures she could feel moving within her. She slowly started dragging herself back the way she came, hoping to get back to Doc. He could save her, she knew it. But she didn’t have a chance. Another few hours and the young Mirelurk's fingers hardened into their deadly claws as their teeth did the same. When she felt the first streaks of pain, she knew they were eating her alive. She lived long enough to know that she was fucked in every sense of the word and wonder how it went so wrong.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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