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A Pair of Apocalyptic Adventurers

Part 1

For Rain-Horse

By Draconicon

When the world went to hell, so did the common mores that it had kept. Previously, a male and a female traveling together would have invited a great many questions, mostly about whether the male was doing something to the female, and whether she was there of her own free will. These days, nobody bothered questioning anything. Slave-traders were common, even legal in many Corpo settlements, and asking them where they got their goods was a good way to end up chattel yourself.

Of course, if anyone were to ask Bade or Lilura what they were doing together, they'd get two very different stories. Bade would have told them that he was the handsome fox traveling the world to make a name for himself, along with all kinds of titles that he had picked out that he had yet to earn: Demon-Slayer, Corporate Destroyer, Dust Devil, and more besides. White-furred, red-striped, and large-eared, the fox looked like someone that had a lot to say, and sounded like only a quarter of it was worth listening to.

Lilura, on the other hand...well, Bade was pretty sure that she'd keep quiet. She had a lot to say, too, but most of it stayed quiet. Probably for the best for him, their adventures so-far considered.

"You're going to get in more trouble than you can get out of, one of these days," she said, poking the fire. The red-furred faun shook her head, her un-furred flesh along her torso shining with a bit of sweat from the long day. "And I'm not pulling you out of every single situation you cause on this trip."

"I cause? Hey, it wasn't my fault that there was a Mole-Man den out there," the fox said, wincing as he pulled another thorn-cactus spine out of his arm. "Nnngh. I just thought that they might have something."

"Yes. And decided to jump right into their defenses."

"Not like it looked like a thorn cactus wall from outside..."

"Perhaps if you looked at it for more than a few seconds?" she said, an eyebrow raised, and the corners of her mouth likewise. He'd yet to see her smile in any way that couldn't be called 'mocking.'

At any rate, he didn't answer that, focusing on the various spines that had found their way through his fur. Kind of an accomplishment, really; the stuff was thick enough that it was almost as good as armor when it came to claws and fangs, most of the time. Good thing for someone to have out in the Wastes.

Whatever had turned them from the Old World to the Wastes had happened well before he was born, so he never knew what they had been. Pictures claimed that there used to be forests, lakes, plains, all kinds of stuff that looked nice. Lilura said it was beautiful; he thought she was sappy about it. These days, the only trees that you found outside some Corpo's vivarium were the blackened, skeletal things that had been petrified in the passing of the Old World, and some of them weren't even actually there, just props that had been painted by people that wanted to remember what used to be.

But whatever it used to be, now the settlements were just dots, occasionally connected by the Corpo roads or other trade routes carved out by the occasional independent that had to operate at a low, local level to avoid being bought out. The Wastes were everywhere that the settlements weren't, and considering that even the big places were surrounded by deserts and badlands that stretched out for miles in every direction, the Wastes outsized the settlements by a huge amount. You either lived in the settlements all your life, working hard just to survive, or you took your chances on the big time by making a name for yourself outside that sort of life.

That was Bade's dream. Admittedly, so far, it was still a dream, despite having cleared out two Mole-Man nests by the road and earning a small paycheck for it - most of which went towards paying the merchants that they used for bait back for the danger they were put in - but it was doable. He was sure of it.

He pulled the last spine out of his arm, throwing it into the fire. It burned instantly, turning to ash from its lack of any moisture. The fox rubbed the cut spot, waiting to see if any blood came out, then shrugged when it didn't.

"So, how's the supplies looking?" he asked.

"Low."

"Low? Again? We just stocked up yesterday!"

"And you pigged out last night rather than rationing them," the faun said, shaking her head and poking the fire.

"...You're stupid calm, considering we could starve."

"I separated our food. You only wasted yours."

"You - goddammit!"

"I'm your companion, not your enabler."

"Ugh..."

Bade rolled his eyes. Well, it figured. He'd asked Lilura to come with him because she had experience in the Wastes, and that experience was probably something that he should listen to. At the same time, she always wanted to do things so...sensibly. Hell, she was so boring that she might as well be a Corpo herself. He could only take it for so long before he went off to do something his way, and -

"By the way, you're still bleeding."

"Huh?"

"Your arm."

"Ah, shit...I thought I checked that."

"Thorn cactus has a mild venom. It delays bleeding until after you pull it free."

"And you couldn't have told me this?"

"I told you about the thorns being in the way the first time, and you didn't listen."

"...Point."

He sighed, holding his hand over his arm to quench the bleeding. It wouldn't take long, he was sure, and at the end, he'd have some cool paint to make his arm look all tough and demonic. That would scare some of the assholes on the road off, he was sure. Everyone avoided the demons in the Wastes.

But...they also needed supplies. They were still three days out from the next settlement, and he was damn well not going to starve on the way there. The fox stood up, flicking his ears around. Lilura didn't say anything; he'd done this before, and she'd probably guessed what he was doing. Some lucky bat in his family tree had gifted him her ears, and in the Wastes, they were as good as radar dishes for picking up things that shouldn't be there.

It didn't take long for him to pick out another 'nest' further down the road. He pointed straight to it.

"One mile that way," he said. "Sounds like something above ground."

"Probably raider imps," the faun said. "Better leave them alone."

"Oh come on. It's not like they're going to bother me. They're, what, two feet tall?"

"Three."

"As if that makes a difference. I'm more than twice that."

Bade gestured at himself with a grin. He was, after all, quite strong, quite powerful. As a fox, some underestimated him, but that only made him that much more determined to show them just what he could do. In the days before setting out on this journey, he had built up his body with everything that he could, stealing proteins, going to the scrap yard and using the metals as weights, everything that he could think of to build his body up for this journey.

Admittedly, it still wasn't enough most of the time, but these were imps. He could handle that. It wasn't like they were full demons.

Lilura arched an eyebrow, pausing in her flame-poking, before sighing and getting to her feet.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm going with you."

"I don't need you to 'rescue' me again."

"You say that."

"I mean that!"

"...Are you going to insist on this?"

"YES!" He pointed off into the distance again, slightly off-angle from where he had pointed the first time. "God. If you want to do something, too, you can go there. I hear something like machines over there. A supply depot or something."

"So, I am to be the merchant, and you the thief?"

"Yeah, sounds right."

"Sounds normal, I suppose."

"You arguing?"

"I'm merely stating the obvious. If you want to get in trouble, feel free, but keep in mind I'll be a while finding you again."

"Fine by me."

#

The den of the raider imps was half-concealed behind a camouflage field. From a distance, it made it look like just another part of the scenery, part of the desert that threatened to swallow up everything inside it. Once you got within a few hundred feet, however, you started to notice that the sand blowing around got interrupted, like something invisible was between you and the particles in the distance.

And, of course, if you had bat ears, you could hear the whine of the generators when the wind wasn't blowing. That was how he'd tracked them down in the first place.

Bade grinned, pulling his electrified bat out from behind his shoulders. Guns were regulated - damn strictly regulated, for that matter - by the Corpos. Something about not wanting danger to the public. He thought that the Corpos just wanted all the guns for themselves. Lilura disagreed, but what'd she know?

Besides everything, according to her, he thought, flicking his thumb against the activation button on the bat. But that's just bragging, I bet.

Besides, everyone knew that the raider imps were puny little things. They had to come out in vast numbers to do anything, and if they weren't out and about, that probably meant that they'd gotten their asses whupped on their last raid. This was probably the safest time to go lair diving, for that matter; they probably had stuff to take, and were weakened by whatever they'd taken it from.

He pushed through the hum of the camouflage field, and found himself standing in front of a small shack. The dirt around it had been displaced to some degree, which meant that the raider imps had dug out a small den under it. As expected, from the stories that he heard. He spun the bat around and stepped inside.

No sooner had he gotten through the door than a red blur shot down from the ceiling. Bade threw the bat up, blocking the initial attack, and a little red humanoid thing went flying backwards. She slammed against the opposite wall with a clang of flesh on metal, sliding down it with her head wobbling from side to side.

Heh, least I get a cute one...

Raider imps could look like many different things. Some were more humanoid, like this one, just with a tint of red and some wings on their back. Some had more bestial features attached to them, like scaly snouts or clawed hands, goat hooves or fluffy features, but they all shared the same bat-style wings on their backs and the crimson tint. This one wasn't even down for the count, fluttering up with a bit of ragged cloth wrapped around her protecting her modesty.

"Heh, intruder with a brain," she teased. "Think you can take our stuff, huh? Take our shinies?"

"Just here for the goods. And the rep."

"Ain't getting either!"

"We'll see about that."

He lunged for her, swinging horizontally in hopes of knocking her against another wall. It didn't work, as she ducked and kicked his leg as he overbalanced. He toppled forward, barely rolling at the last minute to avoid falling on top of the charged bat.

Even as he tried to get up again, she was already spin-kicking him across the cheek. Her little hoof sent him flying backwards, and this time, it was him hitting the far wall. Denting it on impact, he slid down, just barely avoiding another hoof kick that came right for his head. He groaned, pulling the bat back up out of desperation.

"Hehehe, looks like you're not that good," she said, hopping back and forth in mid-air, shadow-boxing at him. "Come on, come on. Show me what you got!"

Ka-THUNK!

"...You got something goooooooooood," the raider imp said, rolling sideways in mid-air off the bat between her legs. He stared at her as she fell over, her body spasming and her pussy clenching, spitting fem-juices across the floor from the rapid electro-shocks that she'd gotten to her clit.

Fucking...

Bade dragged himself to his feet, looking down at the bat. The metal weapon had been super-charged with electrical energy just a few minutes ago, and now? Well, either because of that splatter or because the battery was drained, it was dry. He shook it, tapping the button a few times, but it refused to come back to life.

"Ah, goddammit. Fuck me."

"Considering that toy's lack of battery, I think we have no choice."

Bade froze, his eyes going wide at the sinister voice behind him. He slowly turned, his ears folding down, his tail tucked between his legs.

Massed before him were over a dozen raider imps, each one looking that little bit more buff, a little more capable than the one that he had barely managed to take down with a fully-charged weapon. In the center of the floating cluster was a more reptilian imp, one with thicker, better muscled wings, long dragon horns along either side of her face, and proper scales up and down her body. She had the shape of a curvy tank in mid-air, flapping slowly, her hair like drying lava coursing down her face as she smirked at him.

"So, you're the little bitch causing trouble up here, hmm?"

"I, uh, I'm...."

"Looks like you showed one of my girls a good time."

"..."

"Pity that you don't have the stones to try it with any of the rest of us."

"...Wanna bet?"

"Oh, you're stupid?" The dragon-imp laughed. "Well, that makes things more interesting."

"I'm not stupid!"

"Says the one that invaded my lair." She looked at the rest of her imps. "Girls? Show him."

Bade had just enough time to swing his bat once before the imps were on him. And by on him, he meant that they were all over him. Their numbers more than compensated for their lack of size, and he went down quickly, falling head over heels as he slammed into the ground, covered on all sides by naked, tiny females.

He wasn't sure how to feel about that.

"Get the ropes!"

"No, get the wires!"

"Both!" the dragon-imp ordered.

He had no idea that raider imps were this strong. He knew that they had power, that they had better strength than it looked like they should for their size, but the fox had always assumed that anyone that lost to them was just a moron that didn't know what they were doing. He was rapidly revising that -

"Ah! Hey!"

"Oh, he bends a lot."

"Look at those ears. So cute."

"Nice butt, too."

"Think he's packing much?"

"Oh, he's a fox. You know they never have anything down there."

"But this one might be different!"

"Get him in position first, then we'll check."

Position? Check? The fox yelped as his arms were pulled behind his back, held down and then surrounded by wires at the wrists. Thick metal was followed by thicker rope, pinning his arms in place. His legs were pulled back, too, dragged up and back. The fox was kept on his back, and his feet were staked out on either side of his head.

Oh...shit...

In less than thirty seconds, the 'puny' little raider imps had tied him up and rendered him helpless. He had his ass in the air, his hips tilted back to point at his face, and he was as embarrassed as he could get. The fox's tail was the only limb free, and that could do fuck-all. He grumbled under his breath as the dragon-imp leaned down over his middle, running a clawed finger along his crotch.

"Now, let's see what kind of embarrassingly small package you have for us, little fox," she said.

Riiiip.

She dragged her claw over his pants, and what fell out was nothing like what they were expecting. Instead of a fox shaft, or some puny humanoid shaft, it was more like a horse's dick that flopped out of his pants. The stupid thing was so long that it could never entirely sheath itself, and even soft, it would have reached to his sternum. As it was, it was half hard and reached halfway up his ribs, almost tapping against his face.

The raider imps all stared, including their leader. The only imp to speak was the one that had asked if he was packing much, and the vulpine-faced imp punched the air in victory.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Told you! Told you that there'd be a fox out there with a decent one. Dibs!"

Dibs?

Bade was in sufficient shock that he didn't entirely realize what was happening until it already happened. In retrospect, it was doubtful that anyone would blame him.

After all, if a little raider imp decided to strip down and hop on your dick, leaning down over it and looking you right in the eye as if you were a sex toy, would you have anything to say about it?

She grinned like some ravenous monster, looking him right in the eye as she ground against his cock. Every slow grind made him feel two things. First, he felt just how wet she was, how much she liked the sheer heft of his oversized dick. Second, he felt his cock growing, edging closer and closer to his muzzle.

"Ah...ah..."

He tried to back his head up, but he was already pinned, halfway to standing on his head with his arms tied behind his back. There wasn't a lot of space for his head to go, and it didn't take long for his cock to slide further forward, tapping his nose and then his lips. The rest of the imps were laughing their heads off, while the vixen-faced one was moaning as she slid her hips forward and back, forward and back, riding his cock as much as someone of her size actually could.

Bade wanted to get a word in edgewise, but what was a man to do when he had his own dick staring him in the face? If he opened his mouth, he'd get a mouthful that he really, really didn't want, since he never wanted to be on the bottom, anyway. He groaned, trying to twist his head away, but the other raider imps quickly put an end to that. They grabbed him by the cheeks, pulling at his face-fuzz like little leashes, making him face his own cock.

And still, the vixen-faced one kept grinding away, and his cock throbbed all the harder. The tip was right against his lips, getting firmer, pushing more against him, and he whimpered as he felt it getting all the harder to ignore. He tried and failed again to turn his head, and then -

"Mmph!"

They pulled his head up, like he was doing a sit-up against himself. The tip popped past his lips, filling his muzzle. He got the twin sensations of a tongue on the tip of his cock and a cock on the tip of his tongue. One was good, the other was fucking weird.

Before he could get used to the feeling of his own cock in his mouth, the vixen-faced imp kept riding, moaning out loud as she all but humped his cock. Up, down, up, down, slamming herself against it, almost like she was slapping her pussy against his cock rather than outright riding him. It felt so weird, so wrong, but at the same time, it was surprisingly hot. He rather liked it, in some ways...and that was the problem. His cock was throbbing harder and harder, oozing pre-cum across his tongue, and every time that he swallowed to clear his muzzle, he could feel his cock get harder from the oral attention.

Goddammit!

"Oh, look at that. Is the poor little fox gonna cum down his own muzzle?" the dragon-imp asked.

"Mmmph..."

"Oh, dear. Look at that. So...pathetic. Honey?"

She glanced at the vixen-imp. There was no stopping the little slut, though, as the horny little thing kept grinding, hammering her pussy down against him. The dragon-imp chuckled, shaking her head.

"Well, looks like there's no saving you."

"Mmmph!"

"No, no. No thanks needed. After all...we could be doing much worse."

The dragon-imp's eyes blazed with fire for a moment, and he shivered as he felt the temperature in the little shack jump for a moment. She wasn't lying. They could be torching him to cinders right then. Instead, they were just humiliating him. A lot.

As her slippery sex slid up and down his shaft, going from the base to the middle and then back, he could feel his balls rising. They were always full, always needy, and it never took long at the campfire for them to blow. He had never gotten any help from Lilura with that, but that was fine. His hand had always been good.

He cursed that now. He cursed that hard.

A few minutes of unwilling oral and slow grinding later, the inevitable happened. The vixen-imp pushed him over the edge, and as he bucked forward despite himself - a reaction that he could not help - he flooded his mouth with a sea of semen. It filled his muzzle to overflowing, some of it going out his nose, some of it dribbling from his lips, but most of it going right down his throat. He swallowed hard, desperately trying not to choke as it went down to his stomach. He could barely catch his breath between one shot and the other, and that only made it worse.

By the time that he was done, the vixen-imp was finally cumming. She squirted on his cock, a much smaller amount than he had done over himself, and had slid away. He half-hoped that would be enough, but from the smell in the room, and the glistening thighs all around him, he already knew it wasn't.

"Well, well...let's see how many times we can get you to do that trick again," the dragon-imp said, slowly lowering herself over his shaft. "I'll go first..."

#

Nineteen.

It should have been impossible, but they made him cum nineteen times before he stopped tasting anything flooding over his tongue. He tasted his cock still, and that was still weird, but he no longer tasted any loads coming down when they pushed him over the edge. After that, the imps forced his shaft out, making it flop against his chest while they continued tormenting him, teasing him.

It came out somewhere in that that they were relieved that he wasn't some Corpo thug, that they'd half-expected that when he came barging in here. Something about stolen goods from one of those larger caravans. He was barely aware of anything besides his cock and his aching, throbbing balls at that point, so the information barely meant anything to him. All he cared about was that they got slightly gentler at that point.

But only slightly. Very slightly slightly.

For all that he had been a hell of a deviant in his teenage years, he had never, ever reached the point of shooting blanks, and it hurt. His balls wanted to sue him for divorce. They wanted their own house, their own settlement, their own miles of distance from him and these imps, and his cock was going along in the custody battle. It fucking hurt.

And then, finally, just as the dragon-imp was getting ready for ride number 3, the door to the shack opened again. All eyes turned to the faun that stood in the doorway, and Bade could have whimpered. In shame? Relief? He didn't know, but it was something, because Lilura was finally here.

"There you are. I was wondering where this place - oh, dear. Cinder, dear, is that you?" the faun asked.

"Lilu? LILU!"

And just like that, the dragon-imp's heated pussy was off his cock, floating and dripping over his face for a half-second before his companion was hugging his abuser. Well, embracing. Well, touching. It was something more than she offered the average person, at the very least, and a hell of a lot more than she had ever offered him.

He groaned, feeling bloated beyond belief with his stomach stuff with cum, and he rolled his head sideways, trying to look back at her. The faun didn't seem bothered by anything that she saw, which told him two things.

First, she was annoyed with him. That was fair, he had sent her off to take care of things that didn't really need taking care of. She was always kind of irked when time was wasted, and he had done that, stupidly.

Second, she knew these imps. And that wasn't fair.

"You...you know these..."

"I know this one," Lilura said, nodding at the dragon-imp. "We met some time ago, back when I was still wandering alone."

"Yes! And it was great!" The dragon-imp chuckled. "Is he yours?"

"Debatably."

"H-hey!" Bade groaned. "I don't belong to anyone."

"Hmm. True. For now." Lilura shook her head. "At any rate, I assume that you've already punished him for coming here uninvited?"

"Oh, yeah. Wait, did you know -"

"I warned him that this was a bad idea. If I had known it was your lair, I would have been more emphatic about finding something different."

Bade groaned, rolling his eyes as he tested his bonds. They didn't really want to move, and he doubted that they were going to come free anytime soon. The imps had done a very good job of tying him down, and while he wasn't in pain, he wasn't comfortable, either, particularly as his dick refused to go down entirely. It wasn't even arousal; it was just intimidation over doing anything that the imps might want of him.

He shifted around a bit, but all that did was grind his cock against his face all the more. Lilura noticed, hiding a chuckle behind a hand.

"I assume that he's dry?"

"Oh, yeah. For about an hour."

"I'm surprised it took you that long."

"He had so much!"

"Yes, well, that's the problem when you have nothing but your hand."

"I'm right here, you know!" Bade complained.

"Yes, and in no danger."

"Says you..."

"At any rate..." Lilura paused, cocking her head to the side. "You said that he was dry, Cinder?"

"Completely. Haven't seen any seed for four orgasms."

"And he's still hard?"

"Uh-huh."

"...Well, waste not, I suppose."

"W-wait, what are you doing?!" Bade shouted as he saw the faun pulling off her vest. He was used to seeing her breasts - they were almost always out at the campfire - but seeing her pulling her trousers down was new. Very new. Even though her parts were hidden beneath a thick thatch of fur - "Seriously, what are you doing?!"

"I have been curious how such a large shaft would feel. And now that you are in no danger of leaving me pregnant..."

"That's been your issue?! I coulda bought a condom!"

"Waste not, Bade. Now...position him for me."

#

She hadn't made him 'cum', but she had made him orgasm, much to his balls' great displeasure. The fox was a wreck under the faun, wet with her juices when she finally came to a halt and brushed her hair back out of her face. She groaned over him, her inner walls still clenching down on him. It was...pleasant, to an extent? But he would have preferred a much better coupling to this when he wasn't so drained already.

"Much more pleasant than expected," she muttered.

"Nnngh...you're welcome..."

"Now...we had best be off."

"No thank-you kiss?"

"No. This was purely transactional."

She dismounted him, sliding off his cock with a slurp and a squirt. He rolled onto his sides, the bindings long gone, and he cupped his balls as he had been wishing to do for the last hour. They hurt. They hurt.

"Now, why were they so rough with you?" she asked as she pulled her pants on.

"Nnngh..."

"It would help me to know. We are still in the wastes, after all, and they don't normally go as all-out as that."

"Mmmph...something about...Corpo cargo."

That froze the faun in her tracks, halfway towards pulling her vest back on. She slowly turned, looking down at him.

"What...did you just say?"

"Corpo cargo...or something."

He had barely gotten the words out when the air split with the shrill warning sirens that they both recognized. Corpo Enforcement, thugs that the settlement-owning richies sent out to ensure that their will was done. The sound came from all sides, and the imps, long-gone, were not going to be any help against this.

Bade was still laid out on the ground when the first two armored thugs came in. Lilura had backed up against the wall, her hands up, while he was naked and exposed, showing off his oversized dick to their scanners.

Great.

Lovely.

Wonderful way to start a life in lock-up.

As the guards reached down, picking him up and hauling him along, all he could do was groan. He wanted to make a name for himself, but not like this...

The End

Summary: The beginning of a pair of rather amusing characters. Or, well, one amusing asshole and one person that puts up with him. Enjoy their post-apocalyptic adventures.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Size Difference, Fox, Imp, Grinding, Faun, Post-Apocalyptic, Adventures, Nudity, Hyper Cock, Forced Fellatio, Autofellatio, Orgasm, Dry Orgasm, Swallowing, Embarrassment, Humiliation, Comedy,