The path to the place where your father might be.

You and your companion have to spend the next couple of days traveling through the expanses of the wasteland.

A constant search for food and water, constant vigilance and alertness, the need to carefully scout the area for an overnight stay...

All this is tiring.

Fatigue accumulates in your body and in your mind.

Only the awareness of your duty to save your father Daniel helps you overcome your weakness and continue to act.

And something else: at night you rest not only through sleep...

You and Vylorun have to take turns sleeping - during the night, while one of you is sleeping, the second member of the group needs to stay awake in order to notice the threat in time. So you rotate through three-hour periods of night guard duty.

However, one more thing that, in addition to a short restless sleep, allows you to regain some strength and have fun.

This is sex.

Every night you and your companion fuck.

Vylorun shows an amazing tirelessness in sex. He can fuck your anal hole many times during the night. The touch of his flesh, covered with soft and warm fur, against your hairless, smooth skin only provokes an increase in sexual lust in your mind.

Of course, the thought that you are doing something contrary to ordinary morality periodically arises in your mind.

A piquant detail: such thoughts arise in you even when the tireless mutant rabbit-nomad fucks your sissy-cunt (after all the events that happened to you over the course of a month, your anus now really looks like a cunt - it’s just... a large vertical slit, whose the pinkish inflamed edges resemble the labia of a woman's pussy... someone more rude might say that your anus looks like the cunt of an experienced female-whore...).

You think with embarrassment: “Sex with a mutant... What would the elders from our bunker think of me if they saw me at that moment when I was on all fours like a bitch and allowed the rabbit-shaped mutant to frantically fuck my anus? What would my father think of me? However, now none of them are near me... I just need... I really need to get at least a little pleasure..."

Really.

Pleasure is rare in this world.

Therefore, you try to take advantage of every short-term opportunity for pleasure.

Vylorun is only too happy about this. He passionately fucks your lusty anal hole every chance he gets. In addition, it seems that this attentive guy began to notice the slightest signs of sexual desire that appear in your behavior or in your appearance.

Views.

Body posture.

Even the smell.

You get the feeling that he feels the moment when your bitchy desire for voluptuous copulation reaches its maximum.

So when he approaches you and starts squeezing your titties or lifting up your dirty, ragged miniskirt, you just... are unable to resist. You just don't want to resist.

At such moments, lustful thoughts pulsate in your head: “Yeah... Hurry up! Quicker! Dick! I need his mutant dick! Let him fuck me soon! I’ll just go crazy if he doesn’t fuck my anus with his dick!”

Vylorun often manages to bring your feminine body to orgasm. At such moments of bitchy anal orgasm, your tiny weewee, which is locked in a miniature metal chastity cage, sprays streams of transparent liquid again and again. Your stretched gaping anus pulsates and absorbs streams of sperm from the mutant dick of Vylorun.

The knowledge that you, like a lustful female animal, are being inseminated several times every night makes your mind feel an extravagant mixture of guilt, shame and perverted pleasure.

You allow it all to happen.

There is no **** towards you.

You... lust for that mutant dick.

You probably just won't be able to get sexual satisfaction any other way now.

The sexual role of male has long been unavailable to you. And the reason is not only the metal chastity cage. Your pathetic flaccid penis has long lost the ability to experience an erection. Your body completely looks like the body of a young and beautiful girl. Even psychologically you are feminized. You are pleased when Vylorun calls you affectionate words: “sweet baby”, “beauty girl”, “honey”...

However, when your sexual “hunger” has once again been temporarily satisfied, you try not to think too long about the unpleasant aspects of your physical and mental metamorphosis. It doesn't matter what your father will says about your new... appearance. It doesn't matter what the elders will say when you return to the bunker.

Now all that matters is achieving your goal: to find your father and save him.

Therefore, during the day, during short rests, you try to continue carefully studying the diary of Daniel Ortley. You understand that you need to extract as much useful information from these texts as possible.

Vylorun looks at you blankly as you read your father's diary. His questions demonstrate that he cannot read. Apparently, the ability to write and read was long lost in his tribe of rabbits-nomads.

So, thanks to reading the diary, you manage to understand in more detail your current geographical location and the location of the nearest settlements. You were able to remember the places you had already visited. Therefore, the information recorded by your father allows you to understand not only the desired direction of movement, but also the approximate time you will need to spend.

One paragraph of text written at the end of the diary attracts your particular attention:

"05.07.2553:

We urgently need to solve the problem with foreign trade. Mysterious events in the village of Muktree need a speedy investigation. If our bunker were to lose its only trading partner on the surface, our survival would be at risk. I tried for a long time to explain this fact to the Council of elders! I barely managed to get permission for an armed expedition to the surface! However, the term “armed expedition” is too pretentious a name for a group of five men armed with old Winchester hunting carbines...

Unfortunately, many of the elders do not understand that they cannot fall into **** isolationism and simply lock themselves in a bunker, cutting off all ties with the outside world. The population of the bunker of Ortley's needs resources, needs information about the outside world. Finally, we need... new people! The bunker's capacity is about 1000 people. Now about 500 people live in the bunker. Most of them are descendants of the First Founding Settlers. But I carefully studied the ancient books that remain with us, which clearly indicate that the life of a small group of persons, who are all descendants of a limited small group of related ancestors, is the path to... degeneration. Consanguineous marriages are a path to genetic degeneration. This is degradation and a way to reduce vitality! That's why we need new people! Only Elder Olivia understands me... Thanks to her support, the expedition to Muktree became possible..."

07.07.2553:

“All that was left of the village of Muktree were dirty and bloody ruins... Many corpses... Our group found several surviving local residents. These people were probably hiding. They say that they were attacked by brutal bandit raiders. Scum thugs who call themselves "highwaymans". These bastards killed many local residents. Those who remained were captured as slaves and taken somewhere in a southwestern direction. There are only rumors regarding the thugs' settlement - the settlement is called "The Redoubt". According to locals, it is dangerous to approach this place. The Redoubt is located about five days' journey from the village of Muktree (you need to go southwest). I think that…

The sounds of shooting come from the outskirts of the village... Is this really another attack? I need to rush to help..."

So, as a result of analyzing what you read in the diary, you understand that you and Vylorun will reach the settlement of bloodthirsty raiders in about a couple of days of travel (while maintaining the southwestern direction of movement). You also understand more clearly the motives of your father Daniel Ortley. But why did the raiders attack the village of Muktree twice in a row? Is this just an accident? Or not? Anxious rumination causes you to mentally anticipate worst-case scenarios...

You put the diary in your bag and stand up.

The halt is over.

You and Vylorun continue on your way again.