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TITLE: Beat of a Cazador's Wing

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fallout: New Vegas or any characters from it. No profit is being made.

RATING: NC-17

NOTE: Porn. Porn never changes. Certainly not mine.

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Step.

Drag.

Step.

Drag.

Step.

Drag.

The courier stumbled through the gloom of the cave, unhealthily lit by leaking barrels. Vault 34 was behind her, dim light was in front her. Neither really meant anything to her any more. Her Pip-Boy's Geiger counter screamed, but she no longer heard it. It had just become noise, no more meaningful than the ragged sound of her breath. She clutched her side even though she could no longer feel the wound still oozing blood through her armour.

Step.

Drag.

Step.

Drag.

In her right hand, possibly the only part of her body not obviously injured, she still held the Pulse Gun she'd ventured into this place specifically to find. She could no longer recall that, though. She wasn't even really aware that she was still holding it, though the claw-like way she held it suggested that some part of her irridiated brain would refuse to let the thing go no matter what. It was, perhaps, the same part of her brain that forced her to put her left foot forward and drag her crippled right leg along. She certainly wasn't doing it because she wanted to go anywhere. She didn't even really want to go to the light growing slowly brighter in front of her. It meant nothing to her. Not 'safety', not 'escape', not even 'outside'.

She shouldn't have gone into the Vault alone. But when her Geiger counter had started ticking, she'd sent her companions away to keep them safe. She'd thought she'd had enough Rad-X and RadAway to make it on her own. She might've been right about that, too, if it hadn't been for the feral ghouls infesting the place. Once she'd run into them, she should've just turned around and left. Instead she'd pressed on in the hopes of finding an obscure piece of technology for Veronica.

So now here she was, wounded, crippled, poisoned, about to die.

Step.

Drag.

Stumble.

Fall.

Black.

White.

A kind of grubby white. Not daylight at all. It took a while for the courier's brain to pull itself back into something resembling coherence, but when it did it slowly dawned on her that she was staring at the canvas of a tent. Also, she was lying on a mattress. A very grubby mattress, but that was still better than the stone floor of a cave. Or the dirt of a shallow grave, for that matter.

Where was she? How did she get here, for that matter? She remembered... nothing concrete. She'd been exploring a vault, hadn't she? Beyond that, she... No. She couldn't recall.

"Ah, you're awake."

The courier sat up, then hurriedly lay down again when her head throbbed in agony and purple spots exploded in front of her eyes.

"You'd better stay down for now," the voice said just a bit too late.

The courier carefully turned her head and was rewarded with the very welcome sight of a mostly white Followers labcoat. It was being worn by... the mohawked woman. What was her name again? Jeanne? Julia? Julie. Julie, right. Julie Farkas. So this was Old Mormon Fort back in Freeside, probably.

"You were pretty banged up when that robed girl brought you in," Julie said, pulling up a chair next to the courier's mattress. Her voice was as soothingly professional as always, but there was strange gleam in her eyes. Not an unwelcome one, just one the courier had never seen before.

"Yeah?" the courier said, mildly surprised that she could talk at all. "How bad?"

"We thought you were a lost cause, to be honest," Julie said. "But then again, you did survive a bullet to the head before, so maybe I shouldn't be too surprised you managed to pull through again."

"Lucky me," the courier replied drily.

"Maybe so," Julie said. "We patched up your wounds, purged your system of rads, then let you sleep for about a week. And speaking of rads... I wonder, were you... born with a penis?"

"Was I born with what?" the courier shrieked.

"I guess not, then," Julie said with a calmness that the courier felt was totally unwarranted. "Mutations aren't unheard of, of course, when people have been exposed to as much radiation as you've been. Still, I've never heard of a case like this."

The courier ignored. She lifted herself up to pull up her gown, then realized she couldn't and fell back down again. She groaned.

"Tell me this is all a bad dream," she muttered.

"Calm down," Julie said soothingly. "Here, let me."

The Follower of the Apocalypse stood up and carefully removed the courier's patient gown, leaving her naked. The courier looked down her body and felt that it looked strangely wrong. There wasn't a single scar anywhere on her flawless skin and... were her breasts bigger than they had been? Or was she just imagining that?

And, of course, there was the penis. Her penis; thick, erect and hot. The courier would be the first to admit she didn't really have any interest in dicks, but it looked normal enough. Insofar as a cock on a woman looked normal, anyway. Weird that it was erect, though. It wasn't as if she was feeling particularly turned on.

The courier turned her head towards Julie again and saw the doctor staring at her body, her eyes gleaming with a dark intensity. She felt her new dick twitch under her gaze and suddenly it didn't seem strange at all that she was erect.

"Is everything OK?" the courier asked.

Julie blinked. "What? Did you say something?"

"I want to know if everything is normal. For lack of a better term."

"Oh, right, of course," Julie said. She cleared her throat. "Yes, as far as we can tell, everything is perfectly fine. Of course, it would help if I could take a semen sample for study."

"I produce semen?" the courier asked, her voice full of disbelief.

"I... don't know actually." Julie knelt down next to the courier's mattress, her eyes again becoming fixed on her new cock. "But I would not object to finding out."

The courier looked at the mohawked woman. She couldn't shake the idea that her answer was going to be very important indeed. But how could it be? It was just a dick, it was just semen (or maybe it wasn't). How could that be important in the grand scheme of things?

"Sure, whatever," the courier said. "Just hand me a cup or something when I'm feeling better."

"Oh, that won't be necessary," Julie said. "I'd be happy to volunteer my services."

The courier would've shrugged if she hadn't been lying down. It was all the same to her, really. Or, she quickly realized, maybe it wasn't. Julie carefully took hold of her with her right hand, wrapping her fingers around her thick shaft. Her hand was surprisingly warm, but not nearly as warm as her own body becoming aroused. As her nipples stiffened and her pussy became subtly wetter, the courier couldn't help but be amazed at how sensitive her new cock was. Was it this way for men, too?

As Julie slowly began stroking her, the courier decided she really didn't care. Right now, just feeling the woman's hand slide up and down her shaft was way more important than what other people might feel when it was done to them. The doctor's hand moved with such even, carefully measured strokes that the courier very briefly entertained the notion that the mohawked woman was some kind of sexbot in disguise. But of course she wasn't. She was just jacking her off in a very methodical way.

The courier sighed contently while her body filled with a wonderful, warm glow that, for once, had nothing to do with nuclear radiation. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this good. Then again, it wasn't as if she ever even masturbated or anything. The Mojave wasteland just didn't leave her with much time for herself. There was always that nagging voice in the back of her head telling her to move on and go do things that were way more important than her own enjoyment. Well, she couldn't move on since she couldn't even sit up, so she might as well just lie back and enjoy herself for once.

Someone moaned and the courier realized it was Julie. The normally composed Follower of the Apocalypse stared at her hard cock as if it was the most glorious thing in the entire world and it looked like she enjoyed stroking it just as much as the courier enjoyed having it stroked. Bit weird, but the courier wasn't complaining. Especially not since every time Julie slid her hand down to the very base of her shaft, then back up again to practically envelop her purple head, another glimmer of pleasure flowed through her naked body. Up and down, up and down, each stroke satisfying her and bringing her closer to satisfaction.

The courier closed her eyes, moaning softly. Once she could no longer see Julie she felt her all the better. It was as though she was more aware of the way Julie's hand gripped her cock, the heat of her palm, even the motion of her wrist. But those were just minor, though not unimportant, details. She could forget the dirty ceiling or the grubby mattress and allow herself to become fully immersed in pleasure.

Julie hissed somewhere far away and the courier gasped with lust when she felt the woman's hand beginning to move faster. Though her strokes were still as even as before, sliding up and down the full length of her rigid member, they were also becoming harder, rougher, as though the Follower was intent on making her come faster. If that was her intention it was probably going to work. The pleasure filling the courier's body changed from warm and languid to hot and intense. Not intense enough to make her come, not yet, but quite hot enough to take her to that edge.

Her moans growing louder as her chest filled with lust, the courier started writhing on her mattress, her naked body contorting with pleasure. The fire within her grew larger, seeking its release, but it wasn't going to find it yet. Instead her feet kicked feebly, her hands clawed at the mattress, as though mere movement could somehow put the brakes on her growing pleasure.

"Yes," Julie growled. "Come for me."

The courier mewed pitifully at the sound of the Follower's voice, but though her body increasingly yearned to obey, it couldn't yet. Julie, as mindful of the needs of others as always, apparently decided to make it easier on her. The courier felt the woman's hand start jacking her even faster still, making her squirm with delight. She couldn't stop the pleasured moans escaping her lips becoming louder, nor did she want to. She had no desire to hide or squash the pleasure filling her, to not give voice to her enjoyment of Julie's pleasure. And she was rewarded not just with the eager stroking of the Follower's hand, but also by the sound of her panting. The courier had little doubt that if she were to open her eyes, she would see Julie's face flush with arousal, her eyes dark with lustful satisfaction at the sight of her naked, writhing body and perhaps even the feeling of her hard, yearning cock in her hand.

But she didn't open her eyes and saw nothing. She only felt more and more pleasure as Julie continued jerking her cock harder and harder. Hissing and moaning, the courier's hips bucked, thrusting her throbbing member forward as though Julie's swiftly moving hand was a pussy she wanted to fuck. Pleasure filled her completely, her whole body burning with it. Yet through the inferno, the courier became vaguely aware of a cold, hard know somehow sitting just below the base of her stimulated shaft. It dawned on her that perhaps this was it, she really was about-

The courier groaned, her body shaking with pleasure as she came. As her orgasm crashed into her, she could feel her cock pulse in Julie's hand. Her climax surged through her and out of her through her shaft, launching glob after glob of her seed which landed messily on her bare, flawless skin. The courier gasped for air, trying to hold on to... anything... but couldn't, swept away by pleasure. She felt Julie keeping a tight grip on her climaxing dick, forcing to keep coming, forcing more and more cum from her shaft.

When it was finally over, the courier, panting, opened her eyes and was not at all to find her lower body a mess. Globs and strands of lukewarm whitish semen coated the hot skin of her new cock, her stomach, even the underside of her breasts. It wasn't the prettiest of sights. Then she looked at Julie, who had done so much for her, and saw the disagreement in her eyes. The way she stared at it, it seemed the mohawked doctor thought her hermaphroditic, cum-covered body was the most erotic thing on the planet.

"Well..." the courier said weakly, "there's your semen sample. Kind of."

"Fuck the sample," Julie growled. "I gotta have you inside me."

Julie abruptly let go the courier's now sticky but still erect shaft and struggled out of her clothes. The way she frantically clawed at her coat and shirt was a bizarre to see. To the courier, Julie was always a calm, rational woman. Now she looked like a wild, lustful animal.

Of course, the courier considered once Julie had finished tearing the clothes off her body and she loomed above her in all her fit, naked glory, there could be times where animalistic lust was to be preferred over cool rationality.

"You don't mind, do you?" Julie asked.

The courier blinked. "What?"

"Me fucking you, I mean."

The courier stared at the mohawked women, unsure what to say. What kind of question was that right now? Wasn't it obvious? Must be a Follower thing, she decided.

"By all means," she said, unable to think of anything better.

A predatory grin crept across Julie's face and she swiftly mounted the prone courier, straddling her waist. She grabbed her rigid shaft again, but this time aimed it at her glistening pussy.

"Fuck yeah," Julie sighed as she lowered herself.

The courier only groaned when she felt herself entering the doctor's pussy, her tight inner walls sliding down her rigid flesh. The Follower sank further and further down until the courier's full length was inside of her. For a moment, the two women were absolutely still.

Then, having apparently decided she'd got used to the courier's cock inside of her, Julie began moving, bouncing slowly up and down. The courier moaned as she felt the doctor's pussy slide up her member again. The noise was echoed by Julie whose eyes had screwed shut and whose body seemed to quiver with arousal.

It seemed that this time Julie had no intention of building things up slowly. After moving up and down a few times in a careful, exploratory kind of way, the mohawked doctor slammed into the courier hard, moaning with pleasure. The courier shrieked with surprise, then moaned in time with the Follower. The Follower enthusiastically bounced up and down the courier's cock, her unrestrained breasts shaking almost comically.

The courier reached up and placed her hands on Julie's hips. The doctor didn't notice and it didn't matter anyway. She fucked her in her own rapid rhythm and any attempt on the courier's part to set the pace would've been futile. Her lust had been building every second she'd spent jacking the courier off and now she was going to satisfy that lust on her own terms.

The courier was happy to let her. Julie's hot, eager pussy squeezed her cock in all the right ways and every one of the woman's downward thrust sent another ripple of pleasure through her prone body. It didn't take long for the courier to start feeling more than just stimulated. The lust that she'd thought had burned itself out when she'd come began consuming her once more. She desired pleasure, sure, but she craved sex, for Julie's naked body slamming into her over and over. Pleasure could be got from alcohol, chems, even masturbation, but she wanted more than that. Her naked body screamed for a woman on her cock.

Good thing she had one, then.

The courier hissed between her teeth like a kettle letting off steam. Hard though it was, her dick was still surprisingly sensitive and she had no intention of coming before Julie. Not that intentions counted for much when they'd both been enslaved by the sensations running through their bodies, but she wanted to make the effort anyway. Although the Follower had her gripped between her legs, her grip wasn't so tight that she couldn't move. The courier bucked her hips like she had before, usually when Julie bounced down again, completely filling faster and just a second earlier than the doctor (or her body) expected, earning a pleasured moan from her every time.

Julie had fucked herself into a growling frenzy and the courier had to admit she wasn't far behind. Fire raged through her body once again, roaring all the louder because it was joined by the flames within Julie. It was obvious the Follower wasn't trying to stave off her climax in favour of the courier. In fact, if her lust-addled mind was still rational enough to try anything it all, it was desperately trying to come.

Or perhaps not trying desperately, but simply trying. The frenzied doctor's moans grew louder and louder until, screaming, she slammed down on the courier's shaft harder than she ever had before. The courier saw her naked body shaking with pleasure and felt her already tight pussy squeeze her more firmly still. Julie's climax sent her flying over the edge as well and the courier came for a second, her throbbing cock once more delivering its load, this time into Julie's womb rather than onto her bare skin. She was hardly aware of that fact, though, the sensation buried underneath the orgasmic dance of their naked bodies.

Julie kept fucking the courier throughout her climax, only slowing down when she had wrung every last drop of pleasure and cum from the courier shaft. The mohawked doctor carefully lifted herself off of the courier, then collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

"Thank you," she said.

"I think that's my line," the courier.

"Hmm," said Julie, her eyes fluttering shut.

The courier watched the Follower's breathing slow down and become the steady. Once she was certain the doctor was asleep, she slipped off the mattress and walked towards the corner of the tent where her clothes, armour and weapons had been piled up.

Walked.

The courier stood frozen in shock when it hit her. Just a short time ago she couldn't even sit up without her head metaphorically exploding and now she was walking as though nothing was the matter? And the only thing that had happened between then and now was Julie having sex with her. OK, sure, sex was a magical thing, but it wasn't that magical.

Shaking her head (and only mildly surprised that this didn't cause an instant, blinding headache), the courier gathered up her clothes and got dressed. Her body was still covered in cum, but she couldn't find anything to clean herself with and the stuff had dried up enough that it probably wasn't going to stain anything. Besides, she wore armour over it, so nobody was going to notice anything anyway.

Feeling surprisingly healthy, though not particularly clean, the courier stepped out of the tent and blinked in the blinding light of a very mellow afternoon. She blinked until her eyes adjusted, then saw Veronica sitting on a nearby chair. The girl smiled knowingly.

She knew!

Well, of course she knew. She and Julie hadn't exactly kept quiet and tents didn't exactly smother noise. Probably the whole Fort knew. Maybe even the whole of Freeside.

"So I take it you're all better?" Veronica ask innocently.

"Looks like it," the courier said, though she wasn't really all that sure.

"Sounded like it, too."

"Yeah, well."

Veronica chuckled and got out of her chair. She took the few steps necessary to reach the courier and took her hands. Her expression became unusually serious.

"You really frightened me, Jess," she said. "Promise you won't do anything that stupid again."

The courier, whose name was indeed Jessica, smiled apologetically. "I promise. But I seem to recall some girl asking me to go down there just to find something."

"Oh, don't pin this on me," Veronica said. "You decided to go in alone."

"Alright, alright. Next time we'll face the lethal danger together."

"Good," Veronica said. "Now, let's say we head back to the Lucky 38? You need your rest."

"Don't worry, I feel fine."

"Yeah, I know," Veronica said. "That's why I think you need your rest."

- - - - -

Julie Farkas awoke with a start. She wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep. The last thing she remembered it was somewhere in the afternoon, maybe. It was dark now, but not completely. Somewhere in the evening, maybe?

More importantly, what had she been up to? She'd had sex with that courier, her patient! She wasn't supposed to do that kind of thing. But she could remember wanting her. Wanting her more than anything else in the world. And she couldn't understand why. Sure, she was not unattractive and the fact that she had a dick was certainly intriguing, but that wasn't nearly enough to turn her in a temporary nymphomaniac.

Pheromones, maybe? But what human had ever had pheromones that powerful?

Shaking her head at the conundrum, Julie got up from the mattress. As she bent down to pick up some of her clothes, she spotted it.

Her dick.

Well. That explained it.

Actually, that didn't explain it at all, but it was probably an important piece of the puzzle. A very large, erect piece.

Ah well, Julie told herself as she wrapped her fingers around her brand new shaft, at least now she wouldn't have to track down the courier to get that semen sample.
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