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Skag Style	By : Avo20 Category: +A through F > Borderlands Views: 9762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 1: Skag Style
Not a single cloud hung in the bright blue sky, marking yet another sweaty ass day under the sun on the hell hole planet that was Pandora.

For Moze, it was just like any other hell hole planet she had been stationed on in the past. Only this time instead of a tightly knit squad of well trained Gunners for the Vladof Corporation, now her sole companions were a blood thirsty AI in the body of a giant metal monster and it's equally blood thirsty pet skag. Moze had yet to determine if anything about her current situation was a step up or step down from days past.

Presently, the three misfits, two Vault Hunters and a somewhat house broken skag, were slowly making their way up a rocky ridge in order to scout out the bandit camp that lay on the other side. With practiced ease Moze made her way up the rocky slope, drawing on her military training to pick her steps carefully and not draw any unwanted attention as they got closer to the enemy.

If only the same could be said about the skag.

“Can't you make that thing walk more carefully?” Moze hissed as she watched the skag send more small rocks rolling back down the hill as it climbed. Dust wafted up into the air in their wake, and Moze grimaced at the thought of it giving away their position to the bandits down below.

“The beast is fine. It is a hunter. It knows what it is doing,” answered the technical voice of Fl4k, not bothering to look over it's shoulder at her.

“It doesn't know shit,” Moze hissed back, following closely behind Fl4k, “Unless you count getting in the way of my shots, stealing my kills and piss'n all over the place. Then yeah, sure, it knows what its doing.”

That made Fl4k stop and look at her, its single eye squinting slightly in that way that made Moze wonder if it was contemplating spilling her blood next. It said nothing though, and simply turned and continued up the hill. “Come here, boy.”

The skag, affectionately called Mr. Chew for whatever reason, slowly made its way over to Fl4k, who in turn gave it a small pat on its rump before walking the rest of the way up the ridge together.

Finally reaching the top, the two Vault Hunters took their positions, laying flat out on their bellies as they looked down the sight of their guns to scan the camp down below. One eye closed, Moze gazed through the scope of her sniper rifle to see if she could spot any sign of movement, or get a good idea of how many bandits they might be up against. “See anything?”

“No.” Fl4k replied. She almost felt like she could detect a hint of disappointment in its robotic voice.

Moze continued to scan the area, still finding the camp below deserted. “Yeah, me either. Weird, Ellie told us that this group of bandits was a wild bunch. Like, really wild. I wonder where-”

“I have them. In a pen to the east.”

She shifted her scope around until she found the pen. Sure enough it was full of bandits, though as soon as she'd spotted them she wished otherwise. “What in the fuck?” Bandits weren't the only ones occupying the pens. If anything they seemed like guests for the true inhabitants.

Skags. Four of them, and big ones too. They were out in the middle of the pen, with most of the bandits all around them and cheering up a ruckus, waving their weapons around and acting pretty much like crazy bandits do. That wasn't the part that shocked Moze though. No, what shocked her were the four female bandits down on their hands and knees, asses raised, getting fucked skag style for the enjoyment of everyone watching.

Moze had to move her eye away from her scope and blink before she could take a second look and make sure what she had seen was real. Sure enough, the show hadn't changed. “Seriously...what in the fuck?”

“It seems that these bandits take an active part in their skags mating habits,” Fl4k commented without a hint of emotion.

“Mating?” Moze whipped her head around to stare wide eyed at her robotic companion. She could understand that as a robot Fl4k might not care about some things like she did, but the least it could do was seem somewhat surprised. “Mating? That's not mating! That's... that's... that's just wrong.”

Fl4k didn't remove its eye from its scope. “Animals will be animals. You humans are included in that, whether you choose to admit it or not.”

“That's not the point!” Moze couldn't believe that she was having to defend herself against a robot on what was considered decent for human sexual interaction. “I can understand needing to get your rocks off, but not like that! It's just...ugh, fuck, it's so horrible but I can't not look...”

Squeezing her eye back to the scope, the scene below was still going strong. The faces of the women were covered by psycho masks, but from the way they were writhing and bucking their asses back underneath the skags it seemed that they were getting at least some sense of enjoyment out of it. The skags seemed to be enjoying themselves too, mounting the women and riding them with primal ferocity, but then what creature wouldn't like getting its cock wet in a tight, warm hole. From this angle she couldn't really see the what the cocks looked like, filling the women so completely, but from the size of the skags she had to imagine that they were at least the size of her forearm.

Wait, had she really just thought about what a skag's cock looked like? What the hell was wrong with her?

“I agree that this kind of union is rather... unorthodox,” Fl4k continued, bringing Moze back from her embarrassing thoughts, “but what can you expect from disgusting bandits.”

“Yeah... disgusting...” Moze muttered.

“Your face is red.”

“Huh!?”

Fl4k was looking her now, it's green eye focusing in right on her face. “Your face has turned red. It was not like that before. And your body temperature is rising. Are you showing fear? A couple bandits is nothing we can not handle.”

Moze blanched as she realized that she was indeed feeling hot. Her cheeks burned, and no doubt that they were as red as a bandit with a gut wound, just as Fl4k had said. Was this because of what was going on down below? No, no it had to just be the heat. No way was something so disgusting and wrong getting her all worked up and bothered. She wasn't that desperate. “Uh...N-no...no, I'm fine. Lets just get this over with and grab the loot.”

Fl4k held its gaze on her for a moment longer, before looking back down its scope. “Agreed.”

Letting out a slow breath, Moze closed her eyes and tried to get herself under control. Her cheeks were still burning, but she just tried to put it out of her mind and focus on the task at hand. “Fuck,” Looking back through her scope, she found her crosshairs was still fixed on the wild skag orgy. One look at the shaking woman in the middle of her scope and Moze could tell she was having an orgasm, and from the accompanying roar and gush of white fluid onto the sand, so was the Skag. “Oh! Oh fuck!” Moze groaned, squeezing her eyes shut and burying her face in her arm, “To hell with this! Lets just get out of here, Fl4k. Fuck these bandits, I don't want anything to do with-”

“PREPARE FOR THE INTESTINE JUMP ROPE CONTEST!”

“Huh-!?” Moze looked up just in time to see the glowing eyes of a masked psycho midget falling from the air towards her, buzzsaw axe raised for the kill. “Shit!” she tried to get her gun up, but the bandit was already so close that all she could do was hope to knock it off course with the end of the rifle.

Caught off guard while watching skags get it on with some inbred she-bandits. What a way to go.

Mr. Chew got the psycho midget before it got her. Picked the little bastard right out of the air, leaving only a squeak of pain and a bloody mist in the air.

“To the blood letting!” Fl4k yelled, firing off one round into the pen and then a second.

Moze was still in a daze, coming to grips with the moment she had thought would be her end. Panting hard, she watched as Mr. Chew pinned the bandit and proceeded to finish it off with a bloody chomp of its jaws. When it was done, the pet skag turned around and looked right at her. She could have sworn it was smiling.

“Yes, into the fray!” Another cry from Fl4k, this one bringing Moze back into the moment and onto her feet.

Together the two skilled Vault Hunters and the formidable Mr. Chew made quick work of the bandit scum. Picking off a few of them from above, the trio soon made their way down into the camp, taking down bandits as they came on in waves. Fl4k was in fine form, calling out its taunts and boasts of lethal prowess as it mowed down enemy after enemy with Mr. Chew at its command. Normally Moze would join in the fun, keeping track of each enemy killed until she lost count, but right now it was all she could do to keep her wits about her and make sure she wasn't caught unaware again.

In the back of her mind she couldn't help but notice that they were getting closer to the skag pen.

“I'M GONNA BE YOUR GRAND-PAPY!”

A tall, shirtless psycho jumped down from a rooftop right in the middle of Moze's path. Holding his hand up to the sky, she could see the blinking red light of a grenade before he flung it right at her. It landed with a thunk at her feet, to which she promptly punted it right back to where it had come from. As the grenade soared back through the air, Moze looked back towards the bandit, her stomach dropping at what she saw.

The bandit was evidently in the middle of some kind of victory dance. Or, more aptly, victory pelvic thrusting. Thrusting his hips, humping the air over and over again, all the while shouting “SKAG STYLE! SKAG STYLE! SKAG STYLE!” over and over again at the top of his lungs. Moze almost thought that the crazy bandit might have gone on like that all day, if the grenade hadn't landed at his feet and exploded.

“ITS ALL NATURAL!” screamed the bandit as his torso flew in the opposite direction of his legs.

Moze watched him go, anger welling up inside of her from the lewd display she had been forced to witness. Bandits were all crazy inbred fucks, but right now she just wasn't in the mood to deal with them. “Pervert!” she shouted as the two halves of the same corpse landed in the dirt.

It was then that she noticed how quiet the camp had become. Looking around, all she saw were dirty shacks and dead bandits, no sign of her companions. “Fl4k? Mr. Chew?” Her Echo beeped, and she looked to find that Fl4k had marked a location on the area map. Seemed that the bandit loot chest had been found.

Rushing off towards the marked location, Moze rounded a corner and skidded to a halt in the sand. The entrance to the skag pen stood before her.

Feeling the sting of uncertainty creeping up on her like an unwelcome visitor, she checked the Echo again just to make sure the location was correct. Sure enough, the loot chest was inside of the pen. Moze bit on her lip and swallowed hard.

This was stupid. Why the hell was she afraid of a few horny skags? She was a Vladof Gunner, a specially trained war fighting machine. Just because a few messed up desperate inbred ladies decided to willingly lay down and present their asses to some wild beasts didn't mean that she was going to let those skags get anywhere near her without earning a few new holes in their hides. Besides, she'd never met a skag that the Iron Bear couldn't handle.

Hooking her Echo back onto her belt, Moze cocked her rifle, and headed inside to meet whatever horror waited for her.

“Oh, thank goodness. You killed them already,” Moze said with a sigh and a laugh of relief as she entered the pen.

Fl4k turned to face her, Mr. Chew with it and both of them standing next to a pile of dead skag bodies on the other. “A good hunt.”

Moze took a moment to catch her breath, now feeling that her heart had been racing inside of her chest the whole time. “Yeah... yeah, good hunt.” She looked over the pile of dead skags and frowned. Pointing with her finger she quietly counted under her breath. “One, two, three... wait, wasn't there a fourth one? AAAH-!”

The world flipped over upside down as Moze felt something big hit her hard. Her gun was gone, out of sight and leaving her hand empty. Her feet left the ground and suddenly she was on her back in the dirt, her vision blurring as her head bounced off the ground. Luckily her helmet took most of the impact, and she quickly found her senses returning only to find herself in the exact situation she had been dreading ever since this little misadventure had begun.

The last big skag now stood on top of her, its open jaws dripping hot drool onto her face, while puff of hot rancid air stung her nose and made her eyes water. All she got out was a pathetic whimper before the beast let out a roar and gave her a hard knock with its front paw. The world went spinning again as she was rolled over onto her belly, sand sticking to her tear stained cheeks as she struggled to get herself up off of the ground and moving again.

The skag seemed to have other ideas.

With another ear splitting roar it lurched at her, and it was then that Moze truly felt fear welling up in the pit of her stomach for the first time in quite a while. It had been even longer since she had felt anything other than a toy made in a factory between her legs, but there was no mistaking the large, hard, hot object pressing up against her rear now. Moze grunted in disbelief, hoping like mad that this was all some sort of mad dream and she would be waking up in her own bunk on Sanctuary any moment now.

A second thrust from the skag made it painfully clear that this was all real life. That was when the panic set in.

“No... NO!” Moze shrieked, clawing at the sand to desperately pull herself out from under the aroused beast. The skag was having none of that though, and it quickly subdued her by pinning her in place with one strong paw on her back. Moze grunted, the heavy weight of the beast making her arch her back and giving the skag and even better target to thrust against. And thrust it did, sliding its stiff shaft right up between Moze's legs and up along her ass.

It quickly got into rhythm, making Moze whimper and shriek with each steady thrust as she still tried to escape from underneath it. Nothing in her training had prepared her for this, and so her mind went completely blank on what she should do. All she could think was that she had to get away, and hoped to hell that the tough fabric of her pants would hold against the skag's imposing size.

“Fl4k! Fl4k help!” she screamed, getting all the more desperate now. The beast may not have gotten inside of her like those other women, but it's constant thrusting was hitting her in all the right spots to make her body quiver and tingle whether she wanted to or not. There was no denying that she was in the middle of quite the dry spell when it came to sex, but that shouldn't mean this wild alien dog should be able to have such an effect on her body. It was just so wrong! “For fucks sake Fl4k, do something! Kill it! Fucking kill it now!”

Gritting her teeth, Moze clawed at the ground, nearly resigning herself to just taking it until the beast had finished what it had to do. The moment actually didn't seem to far off, as the skag roared and doubled its efforts of pleasuring itself against her presented bum. Moze whimpered and to her horror, moaned as she felt the heat rising between her legs and up through her body. “Oh! Fuck... fuck! Nnngh... Pleeease... Help me!” The image of that thick white liquid spilling out onto the sand as the other skag came filled her mind, and in that moment she felt such a white hot sensation spread through her body that she almost believed she was feeling some growing sense of pleasure out of everything that was happening.

That one little feeling made her more afraid than any war or deadly battlefield she had experienced in her young life.

“FL4K!”

It was so wrong, and it made her feel so dirty, but she was so scared that feeling even a small bit of pleasure was all she could hold on to just to keep herself together.

Fuck, maybe just a little bit longer...

There was a growl, a sharp yelp, and then the terrible weight of the skag on top of her was gone, leaving only warm wetness between her legs where its cock had been.

Moze didn't move. She didn't breath. Her fingers were dug in deep into the sand, frozen and gripping tight to the ground. Slowly, her eyes shifted sideways to the sight of Mr. Chew wrestling the bigger skag down to the ground. A shiver ran down her spine as she got her first good look at the skag that had mounted her. A huge, muscled body, a rough pale hide, and the biggest cock that she had ever laid her eyes on in her life. It was purple, pointed on one end, with a knot the size of her fist near the base. It was waving around in the air as the skag wrestled around with Mr. Chew to get back on its feet.

That thing... that... over grown, purple, bulging skag cock, had been rubbing up against her legs, trying to get inside of her. And for what? To do what animals do? To breed her? A skag had just tried to breed with her like she was some sort of bitch in heat. Like she was some sort of inbred psycho bandit.

She could still feel the heat from it between her legs. A heat that made her quiver again.

“Fuck!” Moze pushed herself up off the ground and rolled over onto her back. She kicked herself away from the two fighting skags as quickly as she could, kicking at the sand with her boots while all the while keeping her legs pressed tight together. There was a dampness between her thighs, wetness in her panties and the crotch of her pants. She told herself that it was all just from the skags cock and not herself, but either way the thought wasn't very settling.

The skags continued to fight one another, but Moze wasn't paying attention to them any longer. She was still lost in her thoughts, trying to make sense of what had happened as she struggled to catch her breath. Nothing in the world around her existed for the moment as she relived the feeling of the skag riding her again and again in her mind.

A gunshot split the sky and brought her back to her senses. The pale skag fell to the ground in a heap just as Fl4k was lowering its rifle, smoke rising from the barrel. Moze stared up blankly at her robotic companion, and it stared back, glowing eye open and void of any emotion.

“What the fuck!?” Moze shrieked, kicking her feet and slamming her fists into the sand. “What the hell is wrong with you? Didn't you see what was happening? What the fuck took you so long?” she was seething with anger, seeing red and staring daggers at the blood crazed robot she had expected to come to her aid. “Huh? Answer me you giant metal fuck!” Jumping up to her feet, she forced herself to ignore the wet feeling between her legs as she stormed over to Fl4k and punched it square in its metal chest. Fl4k didn't move, and her hand hurt like hell, but that didn't stop her from punching him again. “Why! Didn't! You! Help!” she screamed, punching him with each anger fueled word.

“Apologies. I was observing.” Fl4k answered, showing no sense of concern for Moze's fragile state of mind.

Moze stopped her useless assault, staring daggers up at Fl4k as her fist shook with pain. “Observing what!?” she barked, ready to start hitting him again.

“Animals.”

Moze's face fell, and all the anger dropped out of her. Shame and embarrassment quickly flooded in to fill the void, and just as before her face burned hot along with the rest of her body. “W-what?”

Fl4k studied her silently for a moment longer. “Animals will be animals.”

Breath catching in her throat, Moze's eyes went wide as the full reality of what he meant slowly sank in. “No... I... That wasn't... I didn't want that...”

“Your face is red again.”

“NO!” she shoved her finger into Fl4k's face, fingertip almost touching its glowing green eye. She was shaking from her finger right down to her boots. “No! Not... not another fucking word, you, you... Ah!” she turned on her heel and stormed off towards the pen's exit, her entire body tense with anger and self loathing. No amount of loot or money was going to get her to stay in this fucking crazy place a second longer.

She was not an animal. She was not some crazy, fucked up, inbred skag lover. She was a Vladof Gunner, and there was nothing in this universe that could get under her skin.

Fuck, she hated this planet.

Fl4k watched as Moze left without a word. Standing there, all that it had observed was soon committed to it's memory banks and saved for later use. No doubt such primal mating habits between mammals would come in useful later. After all, Mr. Chew was a good hunter that honored death, and good hunters deserved to be cared for.

Following Moze soon after, Fl4k stopped when it noticed Moze's lost gun still left in the sand. Picking it up, Fl4k turned to Mr. Chew, green eye squinting in a show of surprise and joy.

“Look boy. Loot.”
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