Help the poor guy out.

It was a relief for Diego to find someone out here, and he ran right up to the massive woman with a renewed smile. Though he hated to impose, he was asking for something to drink on the way over to her; Once the hot boy was within arms reach, The ranger handed him her canteen, “Coffee. It’s irradiated, but these days, what isn’t?”

The parched man didn’t hesitate once the life-giving liquid was in his paws, and drank until the sting in his throat finally abated, hoping he’d be allowed to continue until the unfamiliar pain of thirst had left as well.

"Hey! Slow down there, you're only supposed to take sips." The ranger shouted, stopping the smaller man immediately. He felt a little sheepish, but realized another couple seconds of nursing the canteen were warranted; his rescuer didn’t protest to this slower pace, and let him drain her supply to about half.

"Thank you so much." Diego said with a contented sigh, wondering if all wasteland coffee tasted like that, while he took in the imperious visage of the woman for the first time: She had a pale face battered by life in the radioactive wilderness, with platinum blonde hair kept in a no-nonsense bun, and stone-cold blue eyes that screamed, “attractive to those who like their women tougher than nails.” Her badge read “Phasma”.

It was obvious to Diego that, despite her resting-bitch-face, there was a warmth to the ranger— why else would she save and protect people for a living? Plus, she had just saved him, and was therefore his current favorite person.

Giving Phasma his widest beam, and brimming with gratitude, Diego relinquished the coffee to the woman who’d proved the wasteland not a wholly inhospitable shithole. “You really saved my skin ma’am, I’m grateful to meet someone so kindly out here.” As he complimented the ranger, a stiff breeze blew past, prompting a tooth-chattering shiver and a question from the adventurer: “Is the ranger station nearby? I, er,— I mean, we, need to get out of this cold."

"Well aren’t you cute?” Phasma said, and meant it, gladly checking him out from head to toe, trying to see his dick through those thermal pants. She got wet just imagining the boy naked, but went back to business before she jumped his bones. “Yeah, The station isn’t far, just near the crest of that hill; gives us rangers the best vantage out here. Come on, this way."

She led the way, prompting Diego to follow her by giving him a firm slap on the ass— an unrepentant and thorough squeeze too, something which made the lone adventurer blush. Was that a traditional wasteland greeting? Was she just being friendly? Regardless of this lovely woman’s intentions, being groped still made him feel… anxious.

As they walked side by side up the path, Phasma couldn’t keep her eyes off the guileless hottie. She smiled to herself, admiring her sexy new ‘friend’.