Day 15

Day 15 - Fallout - Sounding, Oviposition

WARNING: exactly what it says on the tin, features unkind things happening to somebody's peehole.

If Skeggr ever got off the Jet, she was going to make Pulse her bitch and Tink her girlfriend. It didn't have to be in that order. Jet made you stupid, Jet made you usless.

The problem was that Jet was so fucking good. Too good to quit. She hadn't really fucked with Buffout, and she really hadn't liked Mentats. Med-X was good but didn't do much on their own. You could shrug off a shotgun shell to the chest on Mex-X, but it didn't really get you high, you had to mix it with something. She had sworn never to touch Psycho and had stuck to it thus far, that shit killed you and the people around you. Everything else she'd tried at least a couple times but it just couldn't measure up to Jet. Hell, most of them couldn't measure up to liquor, and that shit was plentiful enough that it didn't cost you an arm and a leg like a Jet habit. Her other problem was that Jet was a slow drug. It made you dumb, took the edge off and let you laze around like the world was in slow-mo. Could make hours feel like days or days feel like minutes depending on what you wanted it to do and what you paired it with. Jet-heads usually didn't get shit done, even if they were on Turbo, which may as well have given you super powers. Jet was a good drug for getting stupid high and sitting around all day. She'd tried smoking a blunt to go along with it, but it'd just kinda drowned out the weed instead of doubling up. Which was fine. Jet was better weed as well as better most other things. Food was great on Jet, you slept great on Jet, cumming was out of this world on Jet. Even if you were just jerking off, it was the best nut of your life, even better if you had somebody to fuck on Jet. Tink had been good for getting high and fuckin around for a while, Pulse had messed all that up. If there was one thing she missed the most about the desert, it was that Pulse hadn't been there.

Leaving hadn't been her first choice, especially not heading north into the great kingdom of swamp ass and bugs to the north, but the NCR had been getting harder to deal with. Skeggr had never called herself a raider and wasn't about to start - she didn't fuck with people, she just liked to get high and occasionally 'borrowed' the money for Jet without giving it back - but the NCR considered her and her little gang enough of a problem to start fucking with them. Only way to operate like a gang in NCR territory was either to organize and arm out the ass or go super underground. She didn't have the connections to go underground and she wasn't ready for a firefight with better-armed people, so she hit the bricks. When shit sucked, you just had to hit the bricks most of the time. So they'd followed the coastline of the old stinking sea north until they hit greenlands, but shit sucked up here too, just in a different way.

There was no organization, no heavily-armored NCR or Brotherhood dicks, even the raiders were a bit less real to fuck with you. But the wildlife and the climate sucked fucking ass. It was wet heat, the meanest sonofabitch muties you'd ever seen, and constant sickness and shit. You broke out no matter who you were. Skeggr had gotten a lump on her back that felt mushy when she pushed on it, probably some nasty cyst or overgrown pimple. She'd asked Tink to pop it, but Tink had pussied out. Her thighs were chafing all the time too, and she'd gotten cysts there, but she could at least pop those. When they'd met with Pulse and his crew, he'd talked about what you should and shouldn't slice, but Skeggr admittedly had been too blitzed to give a shit. And she'd been eyeing Cutta, who was Pulse's old girl. Cutta had disappeared though, and now that cunt boyfriend was all over Tink. Hell, she wouldn't have been surprised if Pulse had done off with Cutta just to get to Tink. Shit was catch as catch can, and she didn't trust any fucker whose drug of choice was Mentats.

But Mentats were better than Jet in terms of helping you get shit done. Skeggr knew Tink wasn't after Pulse for slinging better dick - nobody in camp slung better dick and Skeggr had the testimonial to back it up - but he was always johnny on the spot with the raid booty. She'd have trouble fighting off a farmer because the withdrawal was making her clumsy and jumpy, meanwhile Pulse would have grabbed a chocolate bar or some shit like that for Tink. Made her go all gushy in his hands. Skeggr was gonna have to either bump him off or scare him off. Or get off the Jet, but that was the funny joke answer.

Even as she thought about all this, Skeggr had a dumb smile from ear to ear as she waddled to the edge of the swamp and took her dick out of her pants. Jet was good for forgetting your problems, even if you didn't forget them, and she'd gotten absolutely fucked. Pair that with the case of beer she'd crushed afterward and she needed to piss like a racehorse. Everybody always told her that beer was better cold, but she'd gone from a desert to a bayou and never sniffed real ice in her life. Desert nights could get fucking cold, cold enough to see the steam off your stream, but she'd never been patient enough to let her case cool. Skeggr wrapped a hand around her shaft and gave a joky little tug, just to feel a bit of something, before she let her bladder go, a clear stream drooping out into the murky water. Pulse called it Crater Lake, but he was also a massive crater pussy so she just called it Swamp Lake. He'd tried to scare her at one point about pissing into it, saying there was a fish that could swim up your stream and into your dick, but she'd also seen him pissing off the side of the shanty docks enough that she was pretty sure he was either already fish-dicked up or bullshitting.

What the marshes around here were was haunted as shit. There were muties in here that nobody else in the world had seen. It had been some kind of big forest pre-war set aside to let the nature run wild, and since the closest bombs hadn't been anywhere near it had mostly been left standing. But then the radiation had come leaking in steadily, not to mention whatever other bullshit came pouring out of the pre-war labs, like that shit that turned you into a Super Mutant instead of a ghoul. Now there was shit in here that made your hair stand on end. Deer without skin on their faces, leeches the size of people, eight-legged lizards that bled from their eyes as a defense mechanism. And that was just the stuff where she could compare them to something else. You saw ghost lights and skinwalkers like something out of pre-war books. It was generally understood that you didn't leave the shanty during the night if you wanted to come back alive. Hell, you didn't leave it during the day most of the time if you wanted that. And there were probably things worse than getting killed out there. That was one of the benefits of the desert, nothing much had lived there before the war and now - even if they were mean motherfuckers by this point - not a lot lived there now. If she'd kept a journal of all the freak animal and people muties she saw every time they poked out into the woods around the shanty, she'd have filled it in a month. There were probably things she saw that were they only ones of their kind. Supposedly it only got worse if you went further north. Forests got thicker, pre-war labs got more common.

Out of the corner of her eye, Skeggr saw something.

She turned her head lazily, twitchingly, slowly, as if trying to double take before she'd finished the first motion. Out at the edge of the lake, in the marshes, there was somebody out in the trees. They were just far enough away that the details of them were fuzzy and indistinct, but Skeggr could see good enough to see the generals. It was a female form, naked as the day she was born and glowing pale in the moonlight. She looked untouched by any kind of grime or radiation, golden hair half-down her back and straight as a wig. It didn't seem like she was looking at Skeggr, more like she was wandering away into the woods.

"Hey!" Skeggr started, realizing she was speaking and not shouting. Then she stopped herself from shouting.

See, the problem with Jet is, it makes you dumb. Some part of her brain recognized how stupid her line of thought was as she was thinking it, but she couldn't stop it. She realized that, if the woman was real, which the meat between Skeg's legs was really hoping, calling out and waking everybody else up in the middle of the night was the quickest way to ensure that Pulse or Zomo got her first. And Zomo had something that he passed on to anybody else he fucked, so Zomo didn't get to fuck anybody else unless they already had it. Realizing that she'd been finished pissing for a while and was just standing there holding her dick, Skeggr stuffed it back into her fatigue pants as best she could and stumbled down the boardwalk after her.

The figure glanced back over her shoulder as Skeggr hopped off of the dock and down into the knee-high water. They intentionally hadn't built the floating squat out to the shore in that direction, because it just led into the deepest, nastiest part of the swamp and all it'd do was let shit in. If they needed to go out there, they usually just went to shore elsewhere and went around. But Skeggr didn't care. Jet didn't let her care about the feeling of soupy marsh water filling her boots as she sloshed to the shore. Her brain didn't pick up the prickling slight sweat she worked up doing it. The night was hot as the day had been and between her tank top and thick military boots and pants, she was only half-equipped for it. As Skeggr reached the shore, she could see the figure, closer now than before, moving deeper into the trees. Perhaps Skeg had scared her, maybe she was leading her somewhere, it didn't matter. Her butt was fat and squared like a posh piece of cunt from one of the bigger settlements. Skeg could see her tits peeking around even from behind. Even if her intentions were noble - Skeg would have gladly loaned her something to wear, even if just to take it off her again - the horny part of the Jet was kicking in. She had been planning to jerk off as soon as she got done pissing, this just seemed like a better option.

"Hey!" Skeggr called out more properly this time as she weaved into the trees, her boots occasionally finding another marshy spot to sink into.

The woman was definitely getting closer, but she didn't answer and she remained infuriatingly outside of Skeg's reach. She turned again as Skeggr called and gave a better look at her face. She was young, soft, and inviting. Her eyes didn't look scared at all. It looked like a game to her. She was glancing between Skeg's legs, clearly able to see the pretty big tent that her pursuer was pitching. As Skeg glanced down to see where her boots had sunken in again, she realized she hadn't properly stuffed her hog back in her pants. And now most of the way hard it was swinging out of her fly, the occasional drop of clear piss still spritzing from it. Skeggr couldn't bring herself to care. If anything, it was just showing the girl how good Skeg would be able to pipe her. Most guysdidn't have a bottle's worth of meat between her legs, let alone most girls.

And suddenly, the woman vanished. Skeggr was standing in a semi-clearing, large enough that she could have stood in the middle and not been able to touch the nearest tree on either side. The ground was a shallow pool of fairly clean-looking water. Worryingly, the birds and the bugs had gone silent. She realized she couldn't hear anything other than her own heartbeat.

"Aww come on out, I was having fun!" Skeggr called out, gripping her shaft almost by animal instinct. "I wasn't gonna hurt ya or nothin!"

Nobody answered, and Skeggr cursed under her breath. She glanced up at the full moon, surprised at just how bright it was out in the woods away from the shanty, before remembering even through the Jet that it was a bad idea to be out here alone at night.

She was going to go back when she turned and saw it. At perfect hip-height there was a sort of… plant, or something. It had a long thin vine from which sprouted an impossibly thick bulb whose weight should have flattened it. The bulb was about the size of a bowling ball, all deep greens and fleshy pinks and reds. Looking at it, Skeggr felt a sort of attraction. Her nose prickled at the sweet smell it was giving off. The more she stared the more of the detail she picked up on. It had a hole in it, about the right size for a normal dick, surrounded by lip-like petals and fleshy structures that seemed to ooze clear fluid. It looked more like a pussy than some pussies Skeggr had actually fucked.

"Holy shit," She mumbled under her breath, craning her neck to look at it.

Her cock was throbbing hard, but even through the Jet there was some part of her brain that kept her from sticking it in right away. She reached out and took some of the sap on her finger, just a drop, before bringing it to her face. The smell was like honey, and as she stuck out of her tongue to taste it, it made her skin tingle, both tongue and finger. Shuddering at the feeling, Skeg wiped her hand down it and squished the goopy syrup in her palm. A second later, her hand was tingling pleasantly. Without a second's more thought, Skeggr wrapped her fingers around her shaft and pumped, spreading the ooze along her cock. As her cock started to tingle warmly with pleasure, she felt a hard pulse as she got harder, hornier than she'd even thought she was.

"H-holy shit…" Skeggr moaned, giving herself another stroke before looking back at the flower, which was oozing that same syrup from both the hole and the lips.

She didn't even think about it, the Jet didn't let her. Skeggr had her pants and boxers down and her head lined up with the hole before she'd stopped shuddering from how good the syrup felt. Then with a shaky motion she buried herself inside, hunching over and panting at the intense, blissful feeling of warm plant flesh gripping wetly around her dick, pleasantly tight for a girl with her equipment. Her balls squeezed up, the feeling of syrup dribbling down them nearly making her cum already.

Then there was a wet, airy sound, like a vacuum cleaner sucking up a piece of raw meat.

Skeggr straightened up, though her legs were shaking like crazy from the pleasure of it all. The plant had seemingly reversed. The lips and hole now on the other side and her cock buried inside of it with no visible entry point. Of course, it didn't hurt, and Skeggr just wanted to cum more than anything, but there was a wary part of her brain that tried to pull out - even if it might have just been to thrust in again - only to find her cock was stuck.

"S-son of a-" Skeggr started, then nearly screamed.

The plant pulsed and suckled, wringing at her cock like a living thing. It nearly made her cum instantly, and Skeggr had to bite her cheek and cross her eyes, trying to think about baseball or whatever the fuck it was she needed to. She was pretty sure that a prolonged Jet-fueled orgasm mixed with whatever the syrup was going to do would all but knock her out, and she may need to fight and thrash to get out of the plant. But it continued to squeeze and milk like a pussy, making Skeggr's balls scream as her nut was coaxed to the surface.

She couldn't hold it, in the end. Skeggr let out a shrill yelp as the dam burst, her brain flying to cloud nine and back as the Jet made the first wave of her orgasm feel like a massive wave was washing her soul out of her body, taking either a few seconds or a few hours to get back, she couldn't tell. Then she heard her own guttural groan as the first wave broke and she was just allowed to wash away in pleasure. With her eyes squeezed shut and her balls pumping hot, her legs shaking but locked into the muck, Skeggr could only grip at the plant with her tingling hands and ride out each throb and pump of her shaft. It felt like she was emptying everything her balls had, like the plant was wringing her dry. Every Jet orgasm felt like the best one of your life, but this one probably actually was the best one of her life.

As she was coming down, she could feel the plant's suckling stop suddenly. Her cock gave another surge as it dribbled the last of her load and Skeggr shuddered and opened her eyes. She realized instantly something was wrong. She could hardly see the trees any more, just their canopies in the moonlight. As her eyes adjusted to the dark she realized a clamshell shape was closing around her, the fleshy plant she was hilted in at the center of it. And that was when she realized that the plant she'd just emptied her balls into was pulsing with a distinct heartbeat.

Her scream came early enough to escape the closing of the creature's maw, but it echoed through the swampy forest as one of several strange noises in the night. Too hopped-up on Jet and pleasure to really register as urgent and human.

A pair of vines had wrapped around her legs, holding her in place even if she somehow freed her dick from the plant. Instead, she fell onto her butt as she tried to pull away, splashing in the water which the creature quickly swallowed. It was holding her in something that might have been both mouth and stomach. Her bare butt on what felt like a tongue but which squirmed with tiny life. With dull, drugged motions, Skeggr beat her fists on the bud around her cock and then on the ground. Neither gave way.

Inside the bud, Skeggr could feel like tendrils and sensations, muted by the Jet and the syrup but on a body part too sensitive to miss. She watched the vine - if it was a vine- swell slightly as a tendril crept up its semi-transparent body before prodding at her shaft. Skeggr yelped as it poked around her dickhole, its entire body covered with the same slick, tingling syrup as the inside of the bud. Then it pushed inside of her and her yelp turned into a gurgle.

The feeling was so beyond weird. It didn't hurt, not really. The vine or tendril or whatever was too slick with syrup and too thin to feel like it was breaking anything. But her body rejected having something in that hole, it hadn't had anything in there before and wasn't about to start now if it could help it. She could feel her urethra squeezing and straining to force the tendril out. But the tendril effortlessly slid deeper and deeper in, and to her chagrin she could feel every bit of it. When it reached the base of her shaft, she felt both how deeply it was violating her and the tingling starting to populate the hyper-sensitive skin inside of her dick. What might have been the worst thing about it was how good it felt. The tendril wormed and squirmed against sensitive, tingling flesh and made Skeg's balls give a clench like they were ready to cum again. Then a pair of tiny tendrils poked from the end - she was shocked that she could feel that - and crawled into each testicle, cradling and massaging them from the inside and making them tingle.

Skeggr let out a choked, blissful cry at that feeling, which was genuinely too much for her mind to even start to make sense of. It all just turned into a Jet-brained, mushy wave of pleasure too intense to form words through. It felt like her cock was the only part of her left, pulsing and throbbing away inside of the bulb like crazy. She laid back and let her eyes drift half-closed.

When she felt another vine poking at her asshole, she didn't even budge. Neither did she when it slid inside of her. But as it crawled up her guts, she did move. Skeggr lifted her arms to cup at her breasts, pinching her nipples. Like with her cockhole, no matter how it violated her back door, it just tingled and felt too good. She wanted to cum again and again like this. Moreover, she just wanted to cum again, but wasn't sure how that would work with the vine in her dick. Opening her eyes again, she realized she was covered with little grubs. Glowing white worms that let her see in the dark again, crawling on her balls and tits and all over her, even near her face. But she was too pleasure-numbed and drugged to do anything. She batted weakly at one near her lips before going right back to squeezing her tits, trying to coax another orgasm out.

Then the vines in her ass and dick swelled slightly, stopping squirming to pulse as they pumped some kind of load of their own back into her. Skeggr's mouth dropped open in a gasp of sheer ecstasy, feeling warm, thick syrup flooding into her balls and her stomach. She was covered head to toe in the stuff by now, her whole body tingling and warm and sort of numb, her brain full of Jet, it only made sense to fill her belly and bladder with it too. She could feel her balls filling, then swelling, a feeling that started as pleasant and warm but which steadily turned increasingly desperate. The rested heavily between her legs, drooping down against her ass, bigger than they'd ever been before. By the time it had stopped again, Skeggr was desperate to cum. But her mouth was still hanging open. She could feel one of the grubs on her tongue, but didn't have the power to force it back out. Swallowing it weakly, she shuddered in disgust as she felt it wriggling down her throat. She realized hazily, through the Jet, that even before the glow worms had shown up, she'd been able to see at least a little. Glancing around the clamshell, she realized the walls were glowing very slightly. And that they were ribbed and shaped like one of the worms, just much bigger, and just from the inside instead of outside.

The tendrils delfated a bit, leaving the feeling of warmth if not fullness. Skeggr hoped it would let her cum, but that didn't happen. Her balls kept jumping and squeezing like they were trying, but the tendril seemed to block it.

Then she felt both tendrils surge slightly, looking down she could see beads forming in the one leading into her cock. Beads traveling down toward her shaft. Skeggr should have screamed, she knew about creatures that laid their eggs in people, but when she opened her mouth again all that came out was a lazy moan. And her reward was another worm dropping down and getting swallowed.

As soon as the first bead hit her balls she could feel something alive squirming around inside her sack. Recognizing the weak little writhing of the glow worms just in smaller form, the feeling a million times more intense coming from inside of her sack. Just one of those could have made her cum, but lump after lump passed up the tendril into her. Her sore balls started to truly ache, both from heft and from need for release. A larger lump came up through her ass and dropped into her stomach. But at this point she was truly beyond any sort of protest. Her body was tinlging, squirming, and abused. Her cock kept throbbing and straining against the bud, desperate both to cum and force out the tendril inside of it.

Finally, the last of the bumps stopped, looking down, Skeggr could see her balls, each the size of a damn melon by now. What was worse, she could see the worms wriggling under the skin. Her sack moving constantly with life like somebody had laid a blanket over a bunch of cats. The lumps kept coming up through her ass, however, and her belly was starting to swell like she was pregnant.

Then, as the tendril slowly withdrew from her shaft, Skeggr screamed. Her body seized suddenly in an orgasm even more intense than the first. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, everything was tingling white fire. She was in a pool of lava-like bliss as the bud suddenly released her cock and pulled back. Despite how intense the wave was, it refused to break. Skeggr realized the reason was that her cum wasn't leaving. It was plugged up in her cockhole, her urethra blocked by a dozen tiny squirming worms, their movements only heightening the pleasure and turning the bliss-without-release into agony. Her stomach was beginning to churn and move with life the same way her balls were, but the tendril in her ass showed no signs of stopping.

Her dick finally exploded, making her vision go white and black, her senses fully shutting off as she rode a Jet wave of alien pleasure that might have gone on for literal hours. Skeggr's infected cum sprayed up onto her own stomach, her tits, her face and into her mouth. Her balls were shrinking as she pumped, and that relief only made it feel better. She couldn't begin to guess how many worms slid down her throat or up her shaft, she wouldn't have been surprised if some had swum down through her guts just to come back out again like a perverse water park. And the orgasm didn't even really end, just finally trickled down to little jets of white and green cum with a thick, ugly worm squirming around in it. Around the time she passed out, she could see the bulb lowering back down to encase her cock once more.

Skeggr woke suddenly, hazily, like she normally did from Jet sleep. Like she wasn't there at all and then all of her was half there in the blink of an eye.

Her body felt heavy and she was in the middle of the woods. She had no idea if she had dreamt the plant, or how much of it she had dreamt. Of course she hoped it was all of it, that she'd wandered off horny into the woods and had some crazy drug-fueled dream. The fact that her clothes were on was a good sign there, even if her undershirt was pulled up and one of her nipples was out.

As she tried to stumble to her feet, she realized she had crazy morning wood. She tried to ignore it, but a second later she felt a heavy, hungry churning in her balls and a throb in her cock. As well as a by now familiar feeling like something was there that shouldn't have been. Skeggr shuddered and unzipped her fly, pulling her cock out. At the sight of a little white worm squirming around at the entrance to her dickhole, she whimpered. Then again as it surged back in, feeling it squirm and writhe its way back down into her balls, which gave a pulse that suggested it wasn't alone. Her balls were still swollen, each bigger than a fist, though at least she could no longer make out shapes moving under the skin. She wasn't sure how she was going to broach this subject to Doc Karn or Tink. Maybe just hoping Tink wouldn't notice?

She needed to get off Jet. Jet made you stupid.

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