Return of two friends to the east.

Your long journey to the east takes you both through vast expanses of steppe and desert wastelands.

Rare ruins of buildings or rusty and pathetic remains of the mysterious mechanisms of a lost ancient civilization occasionally appear on your way.

Sometimes you and your companion have to defend yourself from predatory animals of wastelands.

Diredogs, gekkons, radscorpions...

The fauna of radioactive wastelands is dangerous and frightening.

Especially for a bunker boy like you.

Although, the term “boy” in your regard clearly looks unreasonable - your appearance has undergone significant changes in recent weeks. Long fiery red feminine hair that grows below shoulder level. Smooth hairless facial skin. Your plump lips have become larger and have acquired a brighter shade (probably sucking on Vylorun's dick every day is doing the trick). Your gait has become more feminine - usually when walking, normal guys don’t wag their butts from side to side like you do.

Your plump buttocks seem to have increased in size – when you walk, your big butt sways so seductively that you notice the growing flame of passion in Vylorun’s gaze.

The consequences manifest themselves every night - passionate, regular fucking of your tender and sensitive anus by the big dick of rabbit-nomad.

Every night you are just a submissive passive effeminate bitch. Cocksleeve. Sissy slut. Cumdump.

It's easy to see that regular sex with your rabbit-nomad friend has affected many aspects of your person. The dick of Vylorun has fucked your slutty anal hole so often that you are already accustomed to the sensations of anal orgasm. Now this is quite normal for you.

How many strange substances have dissolved in your body? Pinkish pills... Strange drinks...

Of course, Vylorun has removed the metal chastity cage from your penis (the chastity cage is a symbol of the time when you were dominated by the vile sadist Dunik). Vylorun removed this nasty metal device,that was squeezing your small testicles and your tiny penis, from your body.

You are grateful to him for this.

However, your penis has only gotten smaller recently... Sometimes you are ashamed to look at your own pathetic tiny penis.

Just five centimeters at maximum arousal.

Erections occur less and less often...

More often than not, your weewee is a funny flaccid micro-cocklet.

You are increasingly being visited by the thought that your main sexual organ is becoming your stretched, gaping anal hole.

Your rabbit-nomad friend's dick proves this to you every night...

Vylorun…

How much he has done for you!

He saved you.

His skills and knowledge help you survive.

However, you yourself also acquired considerable survival experience during your travels.

But, experience of Vylorun is more important: his outstanding pathfindering and survival skills help you move quickly, avoid the most dangerous and unwanted encounters and choose well-camouflaged places for the night.

Over the course of many days of travel, you talk with your friend about what you have seen and about plans for the future.

Vylorun looks at you with mixed feelings - love, tenderness and annoyance intertwined together.

He sighs sadly from time to time, shaking his cute rabbit ears, and tells you: “It’s a pity that you didn’t want to stay at The Warren longer... This place was comfortable and safe... Finding your father will be difficult and dangerous - too much has passed already time since his disappearance..."

Your friend is right - the chances of you successfully finding your father are low. Very low.

Vylorun would clearly prefer not to go anywhere and still live with you in the underground premises of The Warren and enjoy daily intimacy with you.

However, you don't want to deviate from your main goal.

Your intention is unshakable. Daniel Ortley must be found.

You try not to focus on a topic that provokes disagreement.

You divert the topic of conversation: “Vylorun, tell us better about The Warren? This is a large underground settlement... I thought that your tribes are nomads and do not have permanent settlements..."

Vylorun responds: “Most of our tribes are indeed nomads. But the tribe that found and developed The Warren is an exception. About three years ago these guys found ancient underground ruins. Lots of space. There is food and water. Lots of ancient technology. As a result, The Warren has become a major settlement in recent years. The inhabitants of this place ceased to be nomads. But they allow representatives of other tribes to visit their underground settlement for the sake of trade and exchange of information... The Warren is a good and safe place... We probably should have just stayed there..."

Some nervousness did not escape your gaze. Vylorun is clearly worried about something. For some reason you get the impression that he is keeping something quiet.

You ask, “Has The Warren been having any problems lately? Is there something I should know about?”

Your rabbit-nomad friend waves his hand dismissively and reluctantly says: “While we were resting in the underground settlement of my relatives, I spoke with some traveling merchants... I would advise you not to attach much importance to words... These are just rumors... Rumors about problems in the east and in the northeast of the settlement... Perhaps these rumors are not completely reliable..."

You say with alarm: "That is, while we were in The Warren, some dangerous events occurred in the eastern lands... That is, in the lands where we are now going! So what are we going to do now? What are these rumors? What happened? Don't be silent, Vylorun!"

Vylorun says: “Calm down, Jerome... There's no point in panicking over all the chatter... Let's focus on our tasks. We will have to cross a vast river. Last time we managed to cross the ford. Now this ford will probably be dangerous to use. Therefore, we will have to go to one coastal settlement to find a ferry to cross the river. We will have to be careful... Very careful..."

Vylorun clearly doesn't want to tell you the details of what he found out.

But why?

Until you know it.

You both continue walking in an easterly direction.

Thanks to the fact that you helped a small village fight a small band of raiders, you both have water, supplies and weapons. Moreover, in addition to bladed weapons (machetes, knives and spears), you and Vylorun have two firearms and five dozen rounds of ammunition for them (trophies of victory over raiders).

You examine your small pistol. The inscription “Glock 19” on a cold metal barrel does not evoke any mental associations.

You think: “This word probably meant something in the language of the ancients...”

The firearm Vylorun keeps in his belt is larger. This weapon looks like a six-shooter revolver. The inscription “Python” evokes mental associations with some kind of predatory animal.

So, you and your friend are moving through the vast expanses of wild wastelsnds.

After a few days you reach an area near a large river.

On the bank of the river you see a small settlement, which is surrounded by a palisade.

The tallest building of this settlement rises about a couple of tens of meters. On the high diamond-shaped roof you see a strange symbol: a triangle with a cross in the middle. You have never seen anything like this before.

You are looking at Vylorun.

His furry rabbit's ears tremble slightly. He is clearly trying to suppress his nervousness.

He tries to smile at you reassuringly: “Chapel of Atonement... This is what this place is called. I've been here occasionally before. If we had another way to quickly and safely cross the river, then I would prefer not to go here... But, unfortunately, the nearest ferry is only in this settlement..."

Before you can ask any follow-up questions, Vylorun moves closer to the stockade.

The gate is closed.

From the direction of one of the watchtowers comes an angry, hoarse cry: "Stay where you are or, with God's help, I will put a couple of holes in your unholy bodies! Who are you, stinking unrighteous? What do you want?"