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“Stupid fuckin’ Nevada sun…” James grumbled as he slowly shuffled along the dilapidated and ruined stretch of what once was a highway, the rusted and hollowed out corpses of cars scattered here and there making him have to weave around them. The sun beat down from above like an angry god, baking everything in sight, including James. Sweat permeated his body and made the Vault 21 jumpsuit he got from a kind doctor some time ago cling to his tall frame, making it uncomfortable and sticky.
“Stupid fuckin’ Benny…” Even thinking about his name made James’ blood boil in anger. He kicked a discarded can that clattered into one of the car husks as he thought about that night. He was supposed to be delivering a package for a large pay out, but apparently this son of a bitch named Benny caught word of it and ambushed him. He tied him up and shot James in the head like a coward. But as luck would have it, apparently fate agreed with that sentiment since he miraculously survived with the help of a local doctor. After that James had been searching for clues about who he was and where he was headed and come to find out, he's some kind of big shot in New Vegas eyeing up a promotion or something.
So now he was making his way to New Vegas and maybe the bullet that passed through his brain had done something, but all he could think about now is how good Benny would look with a matching one. James didn't feel crazy or mentally deranged or anything but sometimes he had to wonder, especially after what he saw in Nipton. He felt his skin crawl just by thinking about that place and squarely pushed it out of his mind, not wanting to dwell on the cruelty of Caesar’s legion.
James suddenly stopped as he heard a noise from one of the cars, a rustling scraping noise that made the car door swing open slightly as something moved inside. James quickly whipped out his revolver and aimed it at the door, focusing on the movement inside. He cautiously approached the car, making sure to keep his distance, as rad scorpions had been around every corner all day. Just before he got close enough to make out what the shadow inside was, it suddenly leaped out of the smashed window, directly at him.
“Shit!” James fired a shot but it went wild as he was suddenly tackled to the ground by a large weight. His gun clattered to the side and he cringed as he expected the pain of a stinger to sink into his belly, but instead a long slender tongue lapped at his face in quick motions. James opened his eyes and on top of him was a nightstalker, a kind of coyote that had been mutated with qualities of a rattle snake.
The creature had the body and fur of a canine but its head, while vaguely canine shaped and still having canine ears, mostly had snake-like qualities including beige scales, long venomous teeth, green reptilian eyes, and a forked tongue. The scales on its neck were a strange blend of scale and fur before giving way to tan shaggy fur across its whole body. Its tail once again had the qualities of a snake but more specifically a rattle snake. Its long scaly tail was capped with a large segmented rattle that vibrated softly as it stood over him. Most of its kind only stood at about the height of a dog, but this one stood well above that, probably coming up to his chest if he stood next to it.
Immediately recognizing this creature, James’ panic melted away to annoyance and began trying to shove the creature's face away from his to little success. “Boris! You damn well nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought I told you not to do that!” James yelled as he finally managed to get Boris off him, pushing the large creature off of him. Boris sat back on his haunches as James pushed himself into a sitting position, panting and rattling his tail in a pattern that James had come to associate with him expressing amusement.
James simply shook his head and huffed in annoyance before dusting himself off. “It wasn't fuckin’ funny the first time and it still isn’t funny now. What would you do if I actually shot you, huh?” But Boris had quickly stopped paying attention and was watching a piece of paper blow across the highway, his head bowed and his tail high in the air behind him, shaking in a fast alert rhythm as he pounced on the paper. James couldn't help but notice when Boris lifted his tail he exposed the large fluffy balls he had dangling from a long plump sheath underneath him.
James felt a slight blush form on his face and quickly pulled his eyes away from the creature, picking up his gun and making sure he hadn't broken it in the tussle. Everything looked in good order and gave one more side glance at the nightstalker, now rooting though an old garbage bin, its tail wagging behind him and giving James another glimpse at that fuzzy sheath. He forces his gaze forward and starts walking again, pushing any sort of feelings that bullet hole in his head might be causing deep down inside him.
“Stupid fuckin’ crazy ass merchant…” he grumbled as he remembered the first time he met Boris. It had been a few weeks back, only a day after leaving a town called Novac where he stayed the night before continuing north. James happened upon a merchant, the greasy kind with a smarmy smile, that was traveling with a caravan heading to Novac. The merchant had convinced him to take a look at their supplies and after James purchased a few necessities for the road, he noticed the large train of cages that the caravan was working to get out of a ditch.
“What's those for?” James asked warily as he pointed at the cages. “You’re not slavers for Caesar are you?”
“Caesar? Ha, no, no.” The merchant laughed hoarsely as he smoothed back his greasy mop of hair. “Him and his ilk are bad for business, not to mention slaves have terrible appreciation value. Those cages contain pets and the like for people to purchase.”
James looked at the large metal cages incredulously, not quite believing the merchant. “Seems a bit extreme for puppies doesn't it?”
“Heh, you’re a funny man! While we do have some dogs for sale, they get to walk with us. No, the pets in those cages are a bit more ‘exotic’ let's say…” The merchant trails off before turning towards the cages and gives James a crooked smile over his shoulder. “Come over and take a look, eh? I’m sure I could help you find one to give you a helping hand out in the Mojave.”
James shrugged and followed the man over to the cages and was stunned by the contents of the first cage. A quadrupedal hairless humanoid with hands instead of feet and a human face, where two long tentacles protruded from its mouth loomed over them inside the cage. As soon as they approached the tentacles lashed out and attempted to grab James before he was pulled back by the merchant.
“Whoa watch out! This one is a bit handsy, so be careful not to let it grab you.” The merchant warned as he pulled out a small remote and pressed a button on it. The creature suddenly let out a shrill scream as it thrashed and jolted from the shock collar James noticed on its neck. The noise was vaguely human sounding and deeply unnerved James as he watched it collapse to the bottom of the cage and curl up.
James looked back at the merchant wide eyed, shock evident on his face that quickly changed to anger. “What in the fuckin’ hell is that!? it nearly grabbed me with its… fuckin’ tentacle things!” pointing back at the creature as it sobbed softly to itself.
“Oh, haven't you seen one before? Not surprising since you don't see them much in the Mojave. I’ve only heard it be called a centaur, some kind of mutated creature that I picked up when I was in California. Ah but don't worry it shapes up real quick and behaves so long as you have that shock collar.” The merchant smiled gleefully but let it drop slowly from his face when he noticed James wasn’t smiling along with him. “Well maybe that one isn't your speed… Oh! I know something that will pique your interest! We just picked this one up a few weeks ago.”
James reluctantly followed after the merchant, if only to get away from the horrific thing that dwelt in the first cage. They passed by a few other cages, one containing a fire gecko with its mouth muzzled shut and another containing a few cazador hanging from the ceiling of the cage, letting out a low humming buzz. He could feel a sinking feeling of dread settle in his belly as he followed the merchant and his fears were realized as the merchant stopped in front of a particular cage.
James gaped as he looked at the creature contained within. An eight foot tall bipedal reptilian creature with two long horns protruding from its head and long wicked claws extending from its fingers. Its body was bound in chains and locks, trying hard to restrain the mighty creature. In short, it was a Deathclaw. James took a step back and placed a hand on his revolver, before glaring at the merchant who was standing wholly too close to the cage for comfort as the creature thrashed and slammed against it. The bars had been bent slightly from the repeated abuse but they still held strong.
“What in the fuckin’ hell do you mean by my speed!? How did you even capture a fuckin’ Deathclaw!?” James yelled and started backing further away from the cage he was sure was about to break apart at any moment.
The merchant looking unperturbed, raised an eyebrow at him. “Well it's not too hard, we typically just tranq them when they’re in heat since they are easy to lure into a good position.” The merchant sighed in disappointment before moving away from the cage with the Deathclaw towards another down the line. “I was hoping maybe you would be interested in that one, but it seems not. Ah well, I've got one more of interest to show you then.” He waved James to follow, but at this point he was ready to just high tail it out of there. Unfortunately, a morbid sense of curiosity got the better of him and he cautiously approached the cage at the end of the line, bracing for what horror could be there.
James found himself pleasantly surprised as there was just a nightstalker inside, sleeping softly on its side. He did note that it was a good bit larger than most he had seen though. He looked to the merchant who was smiling widely for some reason, seemingly able to tell that he wanted to ask about it.
“Alright, what special about this nightstalker then, other than it's kinda big?” James sighed and looked back at the nightstalker.
“Weeelll I’m glad you asked! You see, this particular nightstalker is quite unusual. Apparently it's some kind of genetic experiment from a research facility from the old world called the Big MT. There are some scientists or something cooking up all kinds of things with old world tech there, and this specimen was designed to help people when traveling the wastes. Being clever and able to help in a fight are granted of course, but what's interesting is it’s also been trained to warn and protect its master from radiation risks and even help them get away from other dangerous creatures if the need arises!”
James looked at the lump of fur and scales sleeping peacefully in the cage skeptically. ‘It does sound useful especially since I've heard about some particularly dangerous patches of radiation on the road ahead… If its even capable of all that.’ He thought, feeling himself start to warm up to the idea. He turned back to the merchant, figuring he might as well indulge the merchant as ask how much he wanted for it.
“Alright lets say I believe that it can do what you say and won't maul me right after you open the cage. How much are you charging?”
“Ah sir, what reason would I have to lie to you? I am an honest merchant, worthy of my title after all. Now since you have been so kind to look at my wares and already purchased some things, I'll cut you a deal and only charge… a thousand caps for the nightstalker.”
“A thousand fucking caps! That's practically everything I have! I'll give you 400 for the mangy thing, that way you wont have to feed it anymore.”
The merchants face wrinkled in disgust at his offer, the same way one might regard a bad smell.“Sir, please be outraged but don't insult me with such an offer. Now I can tell you are a shrewd businessman and from one to another, I can respect that. So just for you I'll let go of it for 700 caps, just know that I'm losing money with that offer.”
“Hmm, how about 600 caps?”
“Egh, I'd have to eat half rations for a week at that price but alright, i suppose that will do…” The merchant sighed and looked dejectedly at the ground, but James didn't feel like he had won that exchange, rather he couldn't shake the feeling he had just been played. But despite that, he still agreed.
“Done.”
James pulled out the caps and passed it to the merchant who began counting it greedily. When he found it all satisfactory, he turned and unlocked the cage. The nightstalker had awoken from all the commotion and was sitting patiently by the door, wagging its snake-like tail excitedly behind it. As soon as the merchant opened the door, it jumped down and started sniffing at James. It pressed its nose against his hand and chest, taking deep sniffs before licking his hand eagerly with its forked tongue. James couldn't help but laugh a little at the novel experience of a nightstalker licking him and reached out to pet the nightstalker on the head, feeling the strange mix of scales and fur.
“Well now, you are friendly. Suppose I'll have to think of a name for you though.” James thought for a moment as he continued petting him, scratching along his back and making the nightstalker kick its leg. “How about Boris, huh? You kinda look like a Boris to me.”
Boris looked at James and yipped happily, apparently understanding him. James could remember smiling at the time but couldn't help but feel conflicted about it now.
James was suddenly pulled out of thought as his Pip-Boy started to tick quietly, the onboard Geiger counter signaling he was getting close to an area of radiation. He quickly scrambled to cover it up and muffle the sound by wrapping a piece of cloth around it before looking around. Not seeing Boris around, he let out a sigh of relief. He acted strangely around the device, causing delays in their journey and James couldn’t afford many more.
Looking ahead of him was a small sink hole with what looked like mud and scum filled water at the bottom, likely being the source of the radiation the device was picking up. But deep in the mud he could see something glinting in the sunlight and after a moment of letting his eyes adjust he saw what looked to be some kind of full face helmet. Not just any helmet he realized but a helmet from a suit of power armor! Even if the rest of the armor wasn't there the helmet alone would give him plenty of caps for the rest of his trip. Without hesitation, he sat down on the edge of the hole and slid down the sloped side of it, ending up about thirteen feet down when he reached the mud.
James stood up and cautiously looked around, pulling his revolver from its holster. He didn't want to get attacked by some ghoul or something today. After determining it was safe he re-holstered his gun and crouched down to look at the helmet in the water. Picking it up and turning it over in his hands revealed, that while it needed a thorough clean, it seemed to be in really good condition. Now that he was closer to it, he could also see the slight protrusions of pauldrons sticking out of the mud it was resting in. James set the helmet aside and quickly scraped some of the mud away revealing more of the pauldrons and a bit of the arms and chest piece.
“Holy shit, it’s the whole suit!” James smiled, feeling elated at his find. “Now how in the hell am I going to drag it out of here?” He looked around briefly, but he couldn't find anything that would help him. Just as he was about to turn around and see if he could find something else he could use to leverage it out of there, a large furry mass slammed into him from behind as it slid down the slope. They both tumbled head over heels into the muck and James ended up underneath a lump of soggy fur. Above him, panting happily, was Boris’ face.
“God damn it Boris! This is really getting fuckin’ old! Get off of me!” James yelled in frustration as he tried to push Boris off of him. But in doing so, the cloth he had wrapped around his Pip-Boy came loose and fell away, making the Geiger counter audible once more and much louder now. Boris stopped panting and tilted his head, his eyes becoming fully focused on James’ Pip-Boy at it ticked away. His tail started to rattle rapidly, much like how an actual rattlesnake warns others who get too close to it. James looked at the Pip-Boy and instantly realized his mistake.
“W-wait Boris, hold on now. There's nothing to worry about, just let me grab that power armor and I’ll be out of the radiation alright?” James said nervously pushing on Boris, trying futilely to get the heavy beast off him. Boris’ eyes locked onto James as he spoke and they shrunk from wide disks to thin slits as he regarded him. When he started to struggle underneath him, Boris suddenly hissed loudly and rattled his tail warningly. James knew that his fate was sealed at this point and he should just stop struggling. But he couldn't just leave that power armor here! So despite Boris warning him to stop he kept thrashing and pushing him.
“Just fuckin’ get off me! You stupid mutt, I'm not in danger, I want to be down here!” James yelled, feeling frustrated. Boris suddenly let out a mix between a hiss and a growl as he shifted on top of him, his long snake-like tail lashed out and constricted his legs, while his arms were pinned against the ground by his paws, pressing them into the mud. After several more minutes of James thrashing and cursing at Boris, he went slack, feeling exhausted. Boris leaned down and licked James' face in a long trail, before opening his maw wide.
His lips parted like the gates of hell, opening wide and releasing a noxious miasma of coyote breath. Long stringy rivulets of saliva snapped and stretched as his maw opened wider, letting James get a good look at the mottled, rosy flesh that lined the inside of his mouth. Two large fangs protruded from the top of his mouth, along with rows of smaller, but just as sharp teeth. His forked tongue retreated back into his mouth inside a pocket at the base of his jaw and just above that another hole flexed every time he breathed, letting hot gusts of coyote breath roll over him. Jame’s eyes however were drawn to a dark flexing passage at the back of his mouth, where all sorts of creatures went down and apparently him now as well.
James didn't even have a chance to take one last breath before Boris suddenly surged forward, quickly trying to stretch his mouth over his head. Boris’ lips wrapped around the crown of James' head before he heard little cracks and pops as the nightstalker’s jaw stretched over his head like a snake, slowly engulfing him. His head almost immediately pressed against Boris' throat as his lips stretched over James' mouth and chin, completely pulling his head into his mouth.
James thrashed again as Boris paused briefly to reposition himself, hoping to try and pull himself out before it's too late. But that proved fruitless as Boris quickly got back to it, swallowing around James' head hard. James cringed as the tight throat opened up and started to wrap around him, trying to pull him slowly deeper into the slimy depths of the creature. The cool mud that he was currently laying in was a stark contrast to the hot tight depths of Boris’ throat crushing around him. Below him, James could hear the gurgles and glorps of Boris’ stomach eagerly awaiting his arrival. He couldn't help but feel a chill crawl down his spine at the noise as he felt Boris' lips slowly inch over his neck.
‘I’m not becoming dog food tody!’ James gathered what little of his waning energy he had left to try and pull his hands out from under Boris' paws. After a few good jerks he managed to free one of his hands, sliding it out by using the slick mud. Boris growled, vibrating James in his throat and he was barely able to pick out his rattle shaking violently. He tried to use his hand to pry Boris' lips open that was wrapped around his neck, but he was unable to get the right angle while blind to leverage his mouth open.
‘C’mon, just open up and let me out! I need that power armor!’ He demanded in his mind. He had started making progress, managing to pry open a little gap in his mouth. A little sliver of light managed to reach his eyes in Boris’ throat, illuminating the warm red flesh. He just needed to push a little more and- shloorp. Boris suddenly pulled James into a seated position and started using gravity to stretch his jaws over James' body. This caused his shoulders to quickly slide into his stretched out mouth, his lips now wrapping around his arm pits and the hand he freed was now lodged deep in his throat alongside his head. James slid deeper down his throat as he swallowed again, listening to Boris' heart thudding in his ears and his lungs inflating making the space periodically even tighter. His shoulders were starting to stretch out his throat as he swallowed, shuffling James ever deeper.
James sighed in frustration as he had to accept his fate, he was nightstalker food for the evening. The groans from below had come closer now that his head started to slide past his heart until he was pressed up against a squishy valve. The throat continually smashed him down into it trying to force him through the unyielding muscle until finally it stretched open around the crown of his head as Boris' lips wrapped around his belly. Another hard swallow shoved James' head fully through the valve and into the chamber ahead.
The inside of Boris’ stomach was foul, containing half digested remnants of rotting carcasses and whatever other unfortunate creatures he could get his jaws around, which now included James apparently too. James gagged and pulled his head upwards, trying with all his might to not to add to the foul soup below him. His shoulders started to bulge out the entrance to Boris' stomach, feeling his lips wrap around the hem of his waist. His tail uncoiled itself from James' legs, freeing them but ultimately leaving him just as stuck as before. One more hard swallow from Boris allowed James’ shoulder to slide in with a slorp, dunking James in the mire of his stomach contents and accelerating his entry. A few more quick swallows on Boris' part was enough for the last of James to slip into his stomach, the entrance closing behind his feet and sealing him inside.
The dark stomach sagged in the middle like a hammock, the slimy rugae coated wall proving difficult for James to gain purchase to orient himself. After an extended moment face down in nightstalker sludge he managed to flip himself around with his back resting at the bottom and the back of his head shoved up into the entrance. It was tight, the walls on either side were actively pushing his arms into his chest and giving himself enough room for his head required him to push downwards with his feet to stretch it out. James managed to reach over and flick on his Pip-boy’s light, only to immediately regret it. The terrible smell of digesting sludge was slightly more bearable when you couldn't see what it was, but it quickly became overpowering now that he could see the melting muck.
Looking around he could see the hole he came in from and a firm prod from his head confirmed he wouldn't be going back out that way any time soon. His feet had settled into a nook at the bottom of Boris’ stomach getting mixed up with the various bits that sunk to the bottom. the walls were pink and rippled slightly, especially when he touched them, sloshing him this way and that. overall it was tight and disgusting, so he might as well settle in. Boris was panting happily as James situated himself and once he settled in, he licked his flank a few times before turning around towards the slope out of the sink hole.
James meanwhile sulked as gravity shifted slightly as Boris began climbing back up the slope of the sinkhole, the liquid shifting from his chest to pooling around his waist and a few drips of stomach juice splattered on his chest from the ceiling.
“Should have never bought anything from that freak…” James grumbled to himself as he once again found himself trapped in the gut of the nightstalker. This happened every time he went anywhere with moderate amounts of radiation. It turned out that when the merchant said Boris was specially modified and trained to protect its owner from radiation, that meant Boris had been trained in a Pavlovian way. So whenever Boris heard a particular noise from a Geiger counter such as when there is high radiation, he would swallow the individual without being prompted and regardless of their willingness.
This is because, apparently, the natural radiation resistance nightstalkers have made them practically a walking, living, radiation suit and their cloaking ability made it so they could safely transport their occupant out of danger.
And sure enough, James’ Pip-Boy had not read any radiation as soon as he entered Boris' stomach. In addition his vault tech suit kept him mostly protected from his acids sloshing around with him as Boris trotted to who knows where with him in tow.
But despite his annoyance at Boris for this quirk of his, he couldn't bring himself to abandon the creature, not just because he paid so much money for him but he also tended to like the animal most days when he wasn't doing this. Although the whole thing with the power armor was starting to make him reconsider that.
James sighed in resignation to himself as he soaked in digesting muck. The warmth and humidity, along with the constant beat of Boris’ heart above him and the rocking motion as Boris’ belly swung to and fro as he walked was starting to make him feel sleepy, his eyes starting to droop. “Boris will spit me out in an hour or two, he always had before…” James mumbled to himself. As much as he hated to admit it and despite the smell, he did find his stomach much more comfortable than an old mattress or the hard ground and it was certainly warmer. It wasn’t like the intense, scalding, heat of the Mojave sun, but more like a sauna, a comforting, cozy warmth. So James settled down inside Boris' stomach and turned off his pip-boy’s light, planning on only sleeping a little bit to recover his energy for the absolute tongue lashing he was going to give Boris when he got out.
Huurk James was suddenly awoken as he fell to the rocky ground with a loud splat, pebbles and dirt sticking to his slimed up body. Looking around and feeling disoriented, he found himself inside some kind of alcove, the red Mojave sun starting to dip beneath the horizon. Looking at his Pip-Boy he groaned as he realized not only was it getting close to nighttime but Boris had brought them severely off course, backtracking them nearly a day.
James lifted his head off the ground to look at Boris who was sitting on his haunches expectantly as he wagged his tail happily. He had been conditioned to receive a treat after ‘rescuing’ his owner, but James couldn’t help but feel annoyed and upset at the animal.
“Boris…” James said in a low tone, suddenly feeling his emotions bubble to the surface. “You cost me that fuckin’ power armor! It would have made us rich, now who knows where the hell it was! Not only that, but now we‘re also completely off course! It will take us even longer to get to New Vegas now, which might let that rat bastard Benny escape or at least make it so we cant get our money for that fuckin’ chip!” James yelled, his face growing red by the end as he huffed from the exertion.
But while Boris stopped wagging his tail as he listened to James, as soon as he was done with his rant, he started wagging his tail again, still anticipating his treat and not comprehending what he just said. This made James' rage boil over as he flipped himself over onto his hands and knees to dig through his pack. “That means I'm not giving you shit! You’re a bad fucking dog, Boris!”
James pulled out a can of Cram and was about to turn around, expecting to see Boris cowering on the ground and whining, but instead he was tackled from behind as Boris suddenly flattened him, snarling in a way he has only heard directed at enemies, his rattle going wild. ‘Welp, now I’ve done it.’ He thought to himself as he went to reach for his gun. but he stopped short of it when he suddenly felt Boris’ sharp teeth wrap around the back his neck, a hair's width away from ripping his head from his shoulders.
James swallowed nervously as he felt his stomach drop, carefully moving his hand away from his gun. “Alright Boris, if it's that important to you, you can have your treat. But you better fucking understand you don't deserve it.” James couldn’t help but growl out as he felt Boris' teeth slowly leave his neck as he stood up again. James moved to crawl out from under Boris and reach for his pack that had been pushed away in the scuffle, but a heavy paw pressed against his back, pinning him to the ground.
“Boris! Fucking get off of me already! I can’t get you a treat if you don't move!” James felt his anger start to bubble back to the surface and override his fear for a moment until he heard a loud ripping sound. Suddenly he could feel Boris’ hot breath directly on his ass and spinning his head around revealed Boris with the seat of his vault-suit in his maw, having ripped it off and exposing James’ ass. James was about to yell at him again but stopped as he noticed what was happening underneath him. James watched as Boris' canine dick slowly extended from his fuzzy sheath, every inch that was revealed making his stomach sink just a little bit more. In the end, seven inches of bright red throbbing dick dangled underneath him, along with a thick red knot at the base that was far to wide to expect it to fit inside anything, a line of precum slowly oozing from the tapered tip.
James tried to scramble away as Boris removed his paw from his back, but quickly found himself once again flattened between the nightstalkers chest and the rocky ground, this time however with his long hard dick hotdogging his bare ass, trying to press into his hole.
“B-Boris, lets c-calm down huh? I-I’m sorry for getting mad at you, I was wrong to do so since you were just trying to protect me right? So l-let me just get you one, no t-two blood sausages alright? A nice treat for a good doggie right?” James stumbled over his words as he tried to drag himself along the ground to get out from under Boris. Despite the fear and nervousness he felt though, deep inside himself he found a tiny part of himself begging Boris to do it. He looked over his shoulder to look at him and was slightly surprised when he saw a small smile on Boris' face as he licked his neck in a comforting way, his tail wagging slowly making his rattle shake slightly.
“H-heh yeah, I forgive you bud, now just get off me pleeEEEAAA-!” James was suddenly cut off as Boris lifted his hips and pressed the tip of his dick against James’ hole, slowly pressing into him, slowly stretching him out. James gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt like he was being speared through the ass, his body shuddering as the tapered tip of his dick sank into his hole. But Boris didn't stop, he pressed harder until James' ass finally gave way allowing him to sink inside quickly. James gasped as his eyes shot open, feeling his ass being spread so much, his guts getting packed with hot throbbing dog meat, until Boris pressed his bulbous knot against the rim of his hole, having bottomed out.
James shuddered as Boris stopped moving for a moment, letting him get used to his dick inside him. It hurt being stretched so quickly and he felt a certain level of disgust and shame, but at the same time that feeling from before returned, that part of him that thought this was hot taking over his arousal and he felt a blossoming sense of intense pleasure. James felt his muscles relax from the confusing sensations and when Boris felt his hole loosen around his dick, he took the opportunity and started to move.
‘Hoooly fuuuucking shiiiiit!’ was the only thing James could think as Boris’ dick slowly slid out, leaving only the tip inside him, before slamming his hips back down into him, setting a rapid, frantic, pace. James couldn't help it as grunts and quiet moans escaped his lips as Boris pounded him frantically. He could feel that pleasure growing stronger with each stroke, as well as his strange attraction to Boris, that small part of him slowly growing bigger. His mood was starting to shift from disgust to pleasure as that sensation was rapidly spreading throughout his whole body, making him tremble.
Boris panted happily on top of him, some slobber falling onto his back as his tongue flopped with his movements. He leaned down and licked the back of James’ neck, trying to comfort the man until he finished.
James was completely lost in pleasure, his body shaking as powerful waves of pleasure washed over him. It was like pleasure he normally received during sex, but magnified and enhanced, making it feel nearly unbearable. James barely registered Boris’ tongue on his neck, too lost in his own world to care, so long as he kept fucking him. However he was suddenly pulled back into focus as he felt Boris try and press his knot into his hole, the sudden, intense stretching had the same effect as if a bucket of ice cold water had been tossed over him. Boris would thrust a few times then press his knot in hard, forcefully trying to stretch him out before backing off and repeating.
“Hey, b-buddy I don't think that's going to fit in me. Maybe just back off? I'm really fucking close and I don't want to be ripped in half.” James shakily spoke trying to get Boris to back off, but whether he heard him and just didn't care or not, James didn't know as Boris just kept pressing harder.
Boris started to snarl above him, clearly getting frustrated at his inability to tie him. James knew that he needed to get away from him, but just couldn't will his body to move due to him also being so close. ‘Maybe I don't need an intact asshole to live… after all I survived a bullet to the brain, what’s a torn asshole.’ He thought to himself, barely keeping his thoughts together.
Boris let out a particularly loud snarl as he pressed his dick down into James’ hole, his knot desperately trying to push inside. before finally with a loud pop it was engulfed by his ass. James felt his orgasm hit him all at once as the large protrusion sat heavily in his gut. pleasure exploded inside him as he came hard inside his suit, Boris following suit as he let out a howl, cum erupting from his dick and painting James’ insides with nightstalker cum. Every pulse of cum that pushed deep into him made James shudder as another wave of pleasure rolled over him, extending his orgasm that much further.
James managed to count to nine pulses before Boris’ dick finally stopped pumping cum into his bowels. James felt the pleasure slowly fade away, trying to hold on to every last second of it, until Boris collapsed on top of him, panting heavily and seeming similarly exhausted. He tried briefly to pull away from Boris to get his knot out but quickly found it was completely stuck until it deflated.
Deciding he might as well relax since he was stuck here, he shuffled as much as he could underneath Boris’ to get comfortable. As he did, what had actually happened started to weigh heavily on his mind. ‘An animal just fucked me! And I enjoyed it!’ James thought incredulously before finding himself correcting that statement. ‘No Boris fucked me, not just an animal and I don't know if it’s the bullet hole in my head or what but it was the hottest damn thing that's ever happened to me.’ James admitted to himself, sighing contentedly.
He felt Boris lay his head next to his, huffing loudly before relaxing as well and closing his eyes. James scratched the scales between his ears, which made Boris make a pleased rumbling sound and his rattle twitch in a pleased way.
“Well, bud I hopes this makes us even alright? Just don't get any ideas about this becoming a regular thing.” James said, his feelings not fully matching his words. Then suddenly an idea popped into his mind. It was the perfect way to get revenge on Benny but the idea was so absurd, it made him burst out laughing. Boris opened his eyes and looked at James curiously for the sudden outburst of laughter.
“Hahaha!” Boris prodded James slightly as he gradually regained control of himself, wiping a tear from his eye. “No heh, no I’m fine Boris. But how about this, I’ll let you do this again if, when we track down that bastard Benny, you can fuck him and eat him! That will be a fittingly embarrassing end for that rat!”
Boris started wagging his tail at the prospect, seeming to not fully understand the concept but happy at the idea of more fucking none the less. James folded his arms and used them to rest his head, thought his body was still pressed in the dirt, feeling the hard rocks poke his body in various places. The sun had completely set now and the cold night started to creep in, but Boris’ fur kept him warm as his eyes started to droop from exhaustion.
“Although, I'm renting a fucking hotel room next time.”