Post-Apocalypse story

Note: So kinda based on the Last of Us where I imagine Ellie grown up and selling herself after Joel trained her to be a whore. Just liked the idea a lot but it’s short because I couldn’t think of what else to write. I really want to do more on this but lacking inspiration.

2nd Note: Added slightly more. Writing this in first person was a mistake.

The scrap I’d scavenged in the City managed to clear all the debts I’d built up but it didn’t leave me much leftover for much else. I’d only have enough for food or ammo, but not both. I only really had one option left at this point.

Fuck. If it weren’t for that pack of feradons ambushing me and making me abandon half my shit, I wouldn’t have to sell myself to that greasy asshole Markus again. There’s no use complaining though, better just get it over with, that’s what Joel would say I thought with a sigh.

I bitterly made my way to Markus’s shop, the place where all the **** ones went when they didn’t have any other options.

“Markus,” I said curtly, greeting the scarred man.

“Clementine. Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon.”

The aggravating memory rushed back unbidden.

Markus had somehow got his grubby mitts on a map I needed. I offered to buy it, but he wasn’t interested in cash or ammo.

“Money’s not what I want kid,” I remember him saying, as clear as day. Then he looked me up and down. The memory still made my skin crawl. And now I’d have to get back under him.

“Didn’t think I’d be coming back.”

He smiled savagely. “What do you want?”

“Not much. Just ammo.”

“It’ll cost ya, you got anything to trade?”

I ground my teeth in preparation for what was coming. “No.”

He clucked his tongue. “Damn shame, no cash, no ammo. Unless… You want to come to another arrangement?”

I hated the way he tried to draw it out. I swear I’ll put a bullet in him one day. “Let’s just get this over with. 20 minutes of anal.”

“Aren’t you feisty,” he said with a wicked smile. “40,” he countered.

“20, or I’d rather just starve.”

Markus chuckled darkly. “Fine, fine, you win, 20 it is. Lemme just close up. I’ll meet you in the back. Don’t touch anything alright kid?”

I didn’t always like having to rely on my body for trades, but I couldn’t afford not to use the tools I had. So I made the familiar journey into the back of his shack. I guess what you’d call the living room was back there, but it was more like a dump. Empty beer cans, spent shell casings and weapon parts littered the place.

My eyes roamed over his place and stopped on the flickering holo above his coffee table. I stepped closer to it and recognized my face in the holo recording. A wave of shame washed over me making my cheeks flush red. I took a deep breath to try and calm down. I didn’t want Markus to think he could goad me that easily.

“Like the video?” Markus said, interrupting my thoughts.

“Fuck off.”

“I like it. It’s bloody impressive. Who coulda guessed such a little young thing could take it up the ass like that? How old are you again?”

I didn’t answer. “Where do you want me?”

“So eager. Over the couch arm, like last time.”

I took off my boots and pulled down my pants while Markus watched. It wasn’t the first time I’d had to strip in front of a guy, and it probably wouldn’t be the last, but it still made me blush each time no matter how hard I tried to stop it. There were times I almost wished I’d been in an accident or got hurt real bad, just so I wouldn’t be pretty anymore. But that was an ugly thought. Better to just get back at Markus one day like the others.

I bent over the arm of the couch and waited. Just pretend it’s Joel. I shook the thought away. That wouldn’t work, Joel smelled better.

“Right up the ass like last time, you ready girl?” Markus said roughly.

I grunted in reply. “That’s what I like to hear,” Markus said.

I heard him spit then felt the warm saliva land near my asshole. Rough fingers soon brushed over my skin and rubbed the saliva around the hole. A second later, Markus shoved himself inside forcefully. He didn’t bother taking things slow or being gentle, he just kept battering his way inside until I felt his balls slap against my pussy. It was always the same story; something about the end of the world that just made men coarser. I was used to it.

I started thinking about Joel again, just to distract myself until Markus tired himself out. Joel had been the first inside me back there. He thought I needed to know another way to survive. And he taught me how to take it so it wouldn’t hurt, in case any of the bad ones ever caught me. Even taught me it could feel good if someone was ****. But that didn’t mean I liked having Markus inside me.

I stayed still and limp and let Markus take what he wanted from my asshole while I went far away. I liked to think he had less fun with the dead fish act. I don’t know if it was any used though. Markus didn’t seem to even notice me much less care how I felt. He just used me like a toy to get off.

He pushed on my lower back, making me bounce off the couch’s arm and back into his cock. It felt like he was jerking off with my asshole rather than having sex with it. I grit my teeth and tried to ignore him and the pain that was starting. I almost wanted to ask him to use lube or more spit, but it never worked before, and I doubted he would now.

~

He must’ve been paying as much attention to the timer as I was, because he finished almost on the dot with a grunt and spewed inside me.

“V, you get all that?” I heard him ask his VI assistant.

“The recording was made per your usual preference,” the monotone assistant replied.

“Good. Another one for the ol’ spank bank.” He smacked my ass roughly and pulled out. “So Clem, how’d you like that?”

“Ammo.”

“You’re stone cold kid, I like that,” he said with a chuckle. He addressed the VI. “Hey V, bring a box of Type 36 rail rounds. Hell, make it two.” He gave me a wink.

I got cleaned up and dressed.

~

As I was packing up the ammo and getting ready to leave, Markus tried to get me to be a whore again.

“You know, a little girl like you shouldn’t be out scavenging in the City. You could get hurt, or worse. You should be doing something safer. If you wanted, I could get you a job at the Mimi’s pleasure house. They don’t have any girls like you so you’d make a killing.”

I didn’t say a word as I left.

“Find me if you change your mind!” he called out after me.

“Clem, I’m sorry the world is the way it is, I really am. I’d give anything to turn things back to the way they were. But I can’t. The best we can do is learn to live in this one.” Joel swallowed. “Clem, you’re growing up to be a beautiful young woman and there are things you have to know about that. Men will want you, sometimes those will be bad men you’ll have to fight and kill. Others will be men you can make do what you want. If you know how to.” He took a deep breath. “Your body is the best asset you’ve got Clem. You need to learn how to use it.” 

 I nodded. 

“This is will help teach you Clem,” he said as he began pushing himself into my ass. 

 I woke up with a start.

Just a dream.

The sun was rising. I better get ready to keep moving. As I got up, I felt my thighs slide past each other wetly. I reached into my underwear and my fingers came away slick. Dammit Joel, why can’t you be here? 

~

I heard the distinctive cracking sound of rail rounds nearby and leapt into cover. A few moments later a guy ran into view followed by several gangers that all looked like they were doped up to their eyes with psych. The guy must not have known where he was going because he ran straight into a dead end. The gangers were too close behind for him to double back so all he could do was take cover and open fire as soon as they came into view.

They might have been on psych but they weren’t stupid. One kept the guy suppressed while the other two moved to flank him. He was as good as dead. Unless I did something. 

I popped up and loosed a few ones at the ganger suppressing. He broke apart in a flash of red mist as the hypersonic rail rounds passed through him. The other two didn’t even realize he was dead until it was too late. Out in the open, they quickly followed their buddy to the dirt. 

The runner eventually popped up and looked around trying to spot whatever had saved him, it made him look like a ferret and I almost giggled at the thought.

I looked down my scope at him. He seemed nice enough but you didn’t survive in the wastes by assuming people were nice. Still, I couldn’t find it in me to pop him. 

~ 

The guy offered scrap and credits as thanks which I gladly took. That should’ve been my cue to head off but something stopped me. For whatever reason, I kinda felt like sticking around him, so that’s what I did. 

Later that night when we made camp I watched Joel fidget constantly as we sat by the fire. Turned out his name was also Joel. What were the odds of that? 

“What’s wrong?” I asked. 

“Nothing. I mean, just, nerves I guess. Realizing how close I came to dying today. I’ve never been shot at before you know?” 

I gave him an incredulous look. “You’ve never been shot at? Then what the hell are you doing out in the City?” 

“I thought I could scavenge some stuff and make some quick money for my village. I didn’t realize it’d be like this.” 

He reminded me a little of Joel. I mean, he was kind of a pussy right then but there was something there that was like the real Joel.

“You just need to relax.” 

“Easy to say, hard to do,” he said, nervously laughing.
 

I made a snap decision and went with it. I stood up and pulled down my pants. 

Joel’s eye’s widened. “What are you doing?” 

I ignored the question. “You’ll feel a lot better after.” 

“After what?” 

I raised a brow at him. 

“But your like a kid!” he yelped. 

I scoffed. “I might be short but I’m probably older than you are babyface.” 

“I’ve seen 18 cycles, that makes me a man grown, the Elders said so.” 

“18 huh? Well that makes me your elder too.” 

“That’s not- no it doesn’t,” he said, looking like he didn’t believe me. 

I smiled. He was cute. “Look, just relax and trust me. You’ll feel better after pumping one up my ass.” 

“U-Up your what?”

I laughed and got closer. Thankfully, he didn’t do anything as sad as try to back away, but his eyes were as wide as saucers. He might’ve seen 18 cycles but he was scared as a baby bird the whole time. I basically had to do everything myself. After unbuckling him, I saw his protests didn’t reach below his belt. 

He was packing more than I expected, a lot more. I didn’t like admitting I was a degenerate or anything, but feeling absolutely packed was more satisfying than I could say and this would absolutely do it. I straddled Joel’s lap and guided his cock towards my ass. It was so rock hard that it took hardly any effort to slide down his pole until I felt his balls rest against me. All I had to do was relax and let gravity do all the work. 

I sighed in satisfaction and shivered as he filled me up to the limit. To be honest, if Markus weren’t such an absolute cunt, I’d actually enjoy his payment plans. But he was, and so I didn’t. And pretty much everyone I met was a cunt these days so the last time I actually got to really enjoy myself was when I still had Joel. 

I didn’t know the knock-off Joel though, I didn’t know if he was a bastard, and that was good enough. It’d been too long and I needed this. I ground my hips against him and felt him stir around inside my sigmoid, scratching that itch. I could already feel myself starting to drip. 

“Doesn’t that feel good?” I eventually asked, remembering he was there. 

Joel couldn’t find his voice and just nodded wildly. I ignored him and focused on getting off myself. I kept grinding my hips more and lifted myself up until nothing but the tip was left inside before letting myself drop back down. I would wake up regretting being this rough but like I said, it’d been too long and I really needed this. 

It was a happy coincidence that the knock-off was almost the same size as the real deal. It made it a lot easier to imagine it was really him filling me when I closed my eyes. 

The closer I got to, the faster I rode him until I was slamming my ass against him like I was hopped up on Jet. It only took a few more minutes before he finally burst inside me. Feeling the warm splash of cum fill me up was just what I needed. Seconds after he’d finished my own climax ripped through me and oozed out.

 And just like I said, he was feeling a lot calmer afterwards. We both were. 

“Feeling better?” I asked while I suckled on his tip. This was always my least favorite part since it didn’t do much for me, and sometimes it’d taste awful if I wasn’t clean. But the guys always seemed to really like it when I sucked it afterward for whatever reason, Joel never did explain that one. 

He swallowed hard. “Y-yeah.” 

“Good.” 

“You actually came from that?” he hesitantly asked. “I didn’t know girls liked that.” 

I shrugged. “Some don’t. I do. I had an… old friend teach me to like it.” 

Joel swallowed hard again. “Can… Can we do that more?” he asked nervously. 

“Get some sleep, we’ve got a lot to do tomorrow,” I said, ignoring the question. 

I walked away surprisingly giddy with a pleasant stinging in my ass. That was almost fun. 

~ 

“Clem, it’s time.” 

“Again?” 

“Yes honey, ‘fraid so. We’ve gotta do it every day until you can take it easily in there.” 

I frowned. “Why just… there Joel? Why don’t we ever train my other hole.” 

“Because it couldn’t fit me and your ass will be worth more out there Clem, trust me,” he said softly. “You need to get good at using it if you want to survive out there.” 

“OK Joel… I trust you.” 

~ 

I woke with a start. Another dream, and another familiar sensation. I reached into my pants again and this time my hand came away creamy. My body was making it very clear it had not had enough. 

I toyed around with a thought. Maybe if second rate Joel doesn’t die and makes it through a few weeks, he just might be good for something if he can last longer than a couple minutes; he’s got a pretty heavy weapon down there after all. I sat up and winced in pain. Maybe a bit too heavy I thought. That’s what I get for not taking it slow. 

I got up and moved around experimentally; testing my mobility and finding I was perfectly fine except for the dull throbbing pain coming from my ass. It didn’t bother me, I’d been through worse and truth be told, I kind of liked it; it reminded me of being with the real Joel.

We back to town with a good haul, a really good one. Joel wasn’t much of a fighter but he had a knack for sniffing out quality scavenge. There was so much we’d gathered up, it’d take us more than one trip to bring it all back to sell. Maybe buying some wheels wouldn’t be so crazy I thought idly.

I found Zhang and unloaded the high tech and med glitter tabs on him. They were the smallest things in our haul but by far the most valuable. Would’ve been nice keeping the tabs in case I ever got shot up, but they were just worth too much to keep on hand.

Maybe it was the fact I brought med glitter or maybe he was just in a good mood but he didn’t even try to lowball me and actually offered a fair price first time for the lot. But I knew I could get better than fair. All it took was pulling down my fatigues and giving him a quick soak in my guts to put a bonus on the whole lot.

~

“I can give you an extra 10%,” Zhang said breathlessly as he plopped out of me wetly.

I spun around to my knees and grabbed his still half hard cock by the base, almost brushing it with my lips. “Just 10?”

Zhang gulped hard and press forward but I moved back at the same time. “T-twenty, it’s as much as I can do,” he pleaded.

“Hmmm, I suppose that’s fair,” I said just before burying my face in his crotch and practically inhaling his semi rigid cock. I was still in a good mood so I stayed down until I felt my eyes watering.

I blinked a tear away while looking up with his cock still stuffing my throat and saw Zhang look like he was about to faint. He was always a sucker for ass to mouth and I knew he had a thing for me. It was easy to clean him out. I could’ve been cheap but I wasn’t. I gave him his fill and then some, letting him feed me my asshole a few more times until he was too soft to anymore.

Zhang wasn’t the only trader I needed to visit; we had all kinds of shit and that meant my ass had its work cut out for it. Luckily, those traders didn’t include Marksus so he stayed off my to do list.

~

I met up with Joel after I was finished. My ass was stinging and still leaking cum but my credit chits were full to bursting. All in all, it was a fair trade and called for some celebration and drinks, and not just because I needed to wash the taste of cum and ass out of my mouth.

I took Joel to Dmitri’s in a good mood. Dmitri didn’t share the feeling. “No. Get out,” he said immediately after spotting me.

“Uh, is he talking to you?” Joel asked.

Shit, I forgot about that. “It’s fine,” I said. I reached into my pockets and took out a chit which seemed to calm Dmitri after he scanned it. “Hey, this isn’t like last time, I’m officially no longer broke. I’m not gonna be any trouble, I’m just looking to relax,” I said, waving the chit.

“Money. Upfront,” Dmitri grumbled.

“Fine, fine, have it your way. One of me and one for him,” I said thumbing Joel and paying for us both.

“Uh, thanks, I’ll get the next one,” Joel said as we sat down at a table.

“Nah, I should be buying you the drinks all night. If it weren’t for your knack for finding things, I wouldn’t have made a tenth of what I did.”

Joel shook his head. “You’re looking at things wrong. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have made a thing, I would just be dead. I owe you and I still haven’t paid you back. So I’m getting the next one for a start,” Joel said with surprising firmness.

Letting me have the lion’s share of the stuff we found seemed like payment enough but Joel clearly didn’t think that way. “Suit yourself,” I said with a smile and shrug.

~

I stumbled back to the room we got for the night, leaning heavily on Joel. I’d been through this before, but only this time it was for real. I wasn’t just playing it up for a mark to get their guard lowered; I’d actually just drank too much.

A few comments and lecherous grins were thrown Joel’s way as we walked through the city. They saw a pretty drunk thing like me being led away and they figured the worst. I felt Joel stiffen every time, could practically hear his teeth grinding. Maybe that was why I thought I could trust him. I hadn’t let loose like that in a long, long time, but it was OK to with Joel.

We got back to our place and Joel closed the security shutters as I flopped down onto my bed, the actual bed. The place we got was a lot nicer than the places I usually bunked in, but I could afford it this time.

“I could get used to this,” I mumbled into the sheets. It was nice actually having spare creds.

I had planned on celebrating with Joel more late into the night, taking him to a few of the nicer joygirl places, maybe buy some new threads, gear and shooters, but the visit to Dmitri’s had cut into all that.

“Sorry Joel,” I said, turning my head to the side. “Wanted to show you a few places, but I shot that plan.”

“Hey, that’s fine, I don’t mind,” Joel said sitting down on the edge of his bed.

I flopped my head. “Uh-uh. Can’t stay awake, but that don’t mean you gotta stop celebrating,” I mumbled.

“Nah seriously it’s alright. It is kinda late, should just get to bed,” Joel said. God he’s lame I thought with a smile.

I felt the drinks pull on my eyelids and every second it got harder to keep them open, but I didn’t want leave Joel bored with nothing to do when it wasn’t even that late. So I did the only thing I could, I pulled down my pants again.

When my fatigues were around my ankles, I slapped my ass once, feeling it jiggle. “Here, all yours for the night Joel,” I muttered.

I almost heard him gulp. “What?” he asked.

“Said s’all yors f’night, don mine me, jus have sum fun,” I slurred one last time before drifting off.

~

I woke up the next morning and stretched out. After remembering last night, I experimentally shifted to check the damage. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel a thing. The last time I gave a guy a blank check and passed out, I couldn’t walk let alone sit properly for a week. This time around, it felt like nothing had even been in my ass all night, but that couldn’t be right.

I got up and found Joel going over some datasets. “Morning.”

Joel turned. “Hey, good sleep?” he asked.

“Yeah, fine. Joel did you use my last night?”

“What? No, of course not, I’d ne-“

“Why not? I told you you should.”

“But you were drunk, I couldn’t.”

I cocked my head. “So? I wasn’t that drunk, I still remember giving you my ass for the night.”

Joel gulped at hearing the phrase and I saw him stiffen a little.

“It just… It felt weird since you were ****.”

I shook my head and smiled. Didn’t know they still made em like that anymore.

“Fine, suit yourself, but don’t come complaining to me if you’re feeling ‘frustrated’,” I said with air quotes.

~

After taking a shower and getting dressed I decided to just continue with last night’s plan; new threads, gear and shooters. Maybe a quick visit to the joygirls if Joel was still antsy, which he seemed to be, but he only had himself to blame for that.

Khemri’s gunshop was the only place in town if you wanted something top of the line, but I left her for last since I didn’t think she’d be **** to my bartering tactics. So that left Cade and Winston’s. I’d never tried with either of them since I usually didn’t have the creds to patronize their places, but I heard Cade liked them young and Winston only took girls in the back so I was pretty set on both counts.

Feeling raggedy in my brahmin leathers that had been through way too much, I set off for Cade’s shop, skinshield, first.