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Jenny didn't get a lot of scavving done over the next few days, but there wasnt much need to anyway, and she wanted to put more time into improving her new home. With each passing day she saw it less as a base camp and more like settling down. Settling down is something Scavvers rarely do, but almost all aspire to and dream about. The truth is, Scavver life does not really lend itself to settling in one place – you have to keep moving to find rich pickings. That's if you survive almost entirely by finding things of worth to make a living. A few Scavvers eventually became Traders, and successful Traders usually settled down in a big settlement eventually. Settled folk usually looked down on Scavvers, but without the work of Scavvers they wouldn't have many of the little luxuries that they took for granted. Scavvers are not ashamed of what they are – they see themselves as prospectors exploring the remains of a lost world to retrieve artefacts that are from a lost civilisation.
It is an exciting and different world, and most of them never tire of speculating on how their ancestors must have lived. Sometimes as she picked her way through the ruined houses, Jenny would sit down on the decaying armchairs and sofas, and try to imagine herself back in the days when they were plush and new, and the rooms were lit by electric lights and television sets. All gone now. The broken televisions sat dead and lifeless, their shiny glass screens showing nothing but her reflection in the crumbling corpse of what was once someone's home. Now just a lifeless tomb and home to nothing but vermin and ghosts.
Explorers and preservers of history excavating the past, or human maggots eating through what is left of the corpse of civilisation? Depends on your point of view. Jenny had not yet tired of that lifestyle, but still she dreamed of one day being a wealthy and respected merchant in one of the great settlements like the legendary Diamond City. Of course, she knew that would never be – not for her. Her mutation would always make her an outcast. She might be able to hide it for a while, but eventually her own body would betray her. As a born Scavver, she knew that secrets never stay buried forever.
So she'd never live in a crowded city, so she'd never have a husband – so what? She could still have a home in her nice warm cellar, and she would still have lovers. Lovers with warm fur and hot cocks that never failed to satisfy her. She didn't need to be afraid of them – her do-gs happily fucked her whenever she wanted them.
Soldier was healing quickly, and let her change his dressing and clean his wound without complaint. At first he was a bit skittish, but Alfreds' pressence reassured him, and Jenny would distract him by playing with his cock.
She had found a hairbrush in one of the ruined houses in the village, and used it to groom the dogs every night – something which seemed strange to them at first, but they came to enjoy. Soon their pelts were completely free from ticks and lice, and their fur grew thicker and longer. She laso scavenged a meat grinder (not a proper butchers grinder, but a small domestic grinder for making mince), and was soon making mince-meat, sausages, and burgers from their kills, so nothing would be wasted.
Within two weeks the dogs were completely transformed, and looked strong and healthy. Of course, there was a small aftermath to this – as they were not cold, sickly, and hungry anymore, they were more energetic and frisky, so even though they got plenty of exercise when she took them out hunting with her, they were still horny at the end of the day, and needed satisfying every night. Of course, Alfred enjoyed her first, and got to sleep in her bed with her, and she would try to tire the others out a little first with hand jobs, and even sucking them off, because five big d-o-g cocks every night was a little bit too much even for Jenny. Eventually she took to wanking them off during spare moments during the day to make them less horny at night. It's not that she didn’t enjoy their attentions, but she was starting to walk a bit funny the next morning.
Jenny was a little surprised at how quickly they had accepted her and then became such loyal companions, but it was soon clear that they were her pack and she was their bitch, and nothing would break that bond. In fact, their loyalty presented her with a small problem. She could hardly march into a town or up to a Trader with her pack – there is no way of knowing how they will react to other people, and caravan guards would probably start shooting at them before she was close enough to explain they were her pack anyway.
It wasn't a pressing issue yet – with her own supply of purified water and a chem lab, she didn't need to buy anything. For the first time in her life she was self sufficient and didn't rely on trading for water, food, and radaway. But she did have a lot of stock to sell, and she would eventually run low on ammunition. Though her pack were beginning to look less like wild mutts, and more like domesticated b**sts, five was way too many. She would have to find a way to detain them at home when she wanted to trade. Eventually, she might be able to train them to obey her and tell them to guard the area whilst she is away, but not yet. The only answer was to lock them in the cellar (she had the hatch fully repaired now) or finish building an enclosure around the house.
It had taken many days of work to drag the fencing from the car park in the village up to the ruined house and then erect it around the grounds. She wanted a pretty wide perimeter to give the dogs plenty of room to play in, and ensure that any intruders were a good distance from the hatch before encountering an obstacle. There were still a few gaps that Jenny had laid trip wires and traps across, but that wouldn't keep the dogs in. she would need some more fencing and a gate – and it needed to be high enough that the dogs couldn't just leap over.
Whilst she was carefully seeking out a suitable metal gate, her ever present companions scouted the streets for dangers, and were not long in finding one. Just a few yards away from the gated warehouse that Jenny was considering, Rocket started barking, and within seconds Rocket, Grey, and Torro had a hapless Molerat surrounded. Soldier soon joined in the fray, whilst Alfred looked around to see if there were any more. Where there is one Molerat, there are usually more, but this time it appeared as though this was on its own – or if there were any others, they saw the wisdom in staying hidden.
Jenny knew full well that whilst one Molerat was a minor danger, a whole nest could spell doom for a Scavver. They were a common pest in the Wastelands, and whilst they are rarely a threat to caravans or almost anyone who keeps to the roads, they are a big problem for anyone who explores ruins and rubbish sites. They can be deceptively quick underground, and it is their tunneling abilities that make them such a huge threat. Most dangerous creatures can be spotted from a distance and will give you enough time to fire a few shots at them before they reach you, but not Molerats. The moment they are under attack, they quickly dig a burrow, and can come up at your feet moments later. Or worse – come up behind you.
Commonwealth Mole-rats are large rodents looking a little like hairless coypu, though about twice the size (around sixty centimetres long). Though smaller than the Mole-rats of the Capital Wastelands (that are frequently as large as an adult boar), they are still a deadly foe. Their eyesight is pretty poor, but their sense of smell and hearing is very acute, so if you fail to kill one with your first shot, you are in trouble.
Jenny had the misfortune to run up against a pack of them barely a week before she met her dogs. She was scavving in her old region, less than a mile from her lair when she spotted a fat pink Molerat gnawing on the remains of a less fortunate Raider. Looking quickly around to assess the situation, she soon spotted two dead Mole-rats, a dropped shotgun, and a trail of blood. There had been a fight between a group of Raiders and a pack of Mole-rats, resulting in at least one Raider being killed and the others beating a hasty retreat, leaving their fallen comrade. All she had to do was kill the remaining b**st and claim the spoils.
She thought she was on a safe bet – the mutant rodent (about as large as an average sized dog) hadn't spotted her and she was close enough to take it out with one shot. It squealed once – more in surprise than pain, as it flew backwards in a shower of blood, and was still. But as she approached the bodies, she realised her mistake. Just around the corner behind the wall she was walking by, was another dead Raider, being feasted upon by three more Mole-rats.
They were not particularly large – not much bigger than a house cat or a Jack-Russell terrier. But their sharp teeth and strong jaws could still inflict savage wounds and take a lump out of her legs in seconds – and there were three of them. As soon as she saw them raise their heads and turn towards her, Jenny froze. It would be pointless to try to run – the ground was uneven and full of so much debris that the creatures could out-distance her with ease. Fortunately, she didn't need to run, as her natural defences reacted to her fear, and she immediately felt a warm trickle run down her thighs.
The Mole-rats caught her scent, and instantly recognised her as a sow on heat. Jenny pondered on waiting until they were upon her, and then shooting them with her pistol, or slowly backing into the ruined building and climbing the stairs. Mole-rats aren't as comfortable with heights and obviously can't burrow up a flight of stairs. But as she backed into the ruin, she saw that the stairwell was completely blocked just five steps up by heavy debris from the fallen roof, so rather than gaining a great strategic position, she would be backed into a corner. She realised she would have to take her punishment, so released the catch on her belt, dropping her pants as she assumed the position whilst checking her pistol. It had six rounds – plenty enough to kill three small Mole-rats at point blank range. Crouched on hands and knees with her ass in the air she bided her time.
The male Mole-rats scampered over to her, and the first leaped onto her back to attempt to mate. Fortunately for Jenny, female Mole-rats rarely leave their nest, and are basically Queens. Jenny giggled as the horny creature clung to her leather armour with it's sharp claws as it tried to penetrate her pussy with it's hard thin penis. Being a relatively small a****l, his member was only four or five inches long, and no thicker than Jenny's thumb so the pointy little glans slid into her pussy with ease. Once it was confident of it's position, the Mole-rat began to thrust wildly, and it wasn't long before it was emptying its huge balls into her.
She felt a little frustrated as he slid out of her, as his rapid fucking with that thin cock had really got her turned on. Fortunately there were still two more to satisfy, and as soon as the first one dismounted, the second was on her back and hammering away with his hard wet dick. Again Jenny was frustrated, because he miss-aimed and thrust his hot little cock deep into her anus. She started a little, but again he was not a large creature and she found anal sex with the Mole-rat to be quite a pleasing experience – if only he could have more staying power. She felt his huge swollen testes slam against her pussy as he buried his dick deep into her asshole and jack-hammered away. Just as he was cumming and filling her bowels with the product of those big heavy balls, she noticed that the Mole-rat scurrying towards her looked a little bigger than he seemed earlier.
By the look of his bright pink erection, he was ready for another go at her, and she had no objection – at least at first. Then she saw the fat wrinkled body of a really large Mole-rat that she definitely hadn't seen earlier. This one was at least three feet long, and had a penis as long as a human penis. There was no doubt about it – she was in the middle of a large pack of them, not just three. Being easily alarmed, she fought hard to keep from panicking, but her fear could not be tamed, which only made matters worse as her scent grew stronger.
Soon she was underneath a pile of thrusting, rutting sex crazed Mole-rats all jockeying for position, and with such wild abandon that soon a dozen pink wrinkled bodies were clustered around her, and the one fucking her was itself being fucked. As they all tried to squeeze into the vast clusterfuck, she could feel hot wet penises pressing against her legs, her buttocks, her thighs, her waist, and unsurprisingly it wasn't long before she was being fucked in her pussy and her ass at the same time.
She kept telling herself that this was an awful ordeal, and that she only submitted to it in order to survive, but she couldn't lie to herself any longer. She was loving every minute of it. Not just the incredible sensation of feeling both holes being fast fucked by those slender, knobbly hot organs that poked in and out of her gaping cunt and anus so rapidly that she felt like she was trapped in some sort of relentless sex machine, but the whole thought that she was at the centre of this orgy, that she alone was driving the creatures wild with desire made her feel like a goddess.
As soon as the creature fucking her ass was done ejaculating into her guts, he was pushed out of the way as another Mole-rat sank his twitching organ balls deep into her wet hole with a splodge, forcing the growing pool of rat cum deeper inside her belly. Mole-rats, like most rodents have enormous testes and produce a lot of cum, so it wasn’t long before her belly was swelling with the liberal donations of sticky fluid. She didn't know how they managed it, but she was pretty certain that somehow two Mole-rats managed to thrust their long thin dicks into her pussy at the same time, and the pile of naked rats were thrusting at her from every angle, so wet cocks were sliding over her back, under her armpits, at her face even, and covering her with cum until she was just a big ball of slime.
By the time they had all satiated themselves and began to stagger away, she was semi-conscious and shaking and dripping cum from every orifice. She couldn’t stand, let alone walk, and crawled slowly back home to recover and reflect on what had happened.
That was when she finally accepted that whether it be a curse or a gift, her mutant power was part of who she is, and she could no longer deny it. Looking deep inside herself, and savouring every memory of the Mole-rat orgy she realised she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Jenny didn't get a lot of scavving done over the next few days, but there wasnt much need to anyway, and she wanted to put more time into improving her new home. With each passing day she saw it less as a base camp and more like settling down. Settling down is something Scavvers rarely do, but almost all aspire to and dream about. The truth is, Scavver life does not really lend itself to settling in one place – you have to keep moving to find rich pickings. That's if you survive almost entirely by finding things of worth to make a living. A few Scavvers eventually became Traders, and successful Traders usually settled down in a big settlement eventually. Settled folk usually looked down on Scavvers, but without the work of Scavvers they wouldn't have many of the little luxuries that they took for granted. Scavvers are not ashamed of what they are – they see themselves as prospectors exploring the remains of a lost world to retrieve artefacts that are from a lost civilisation.
It is an exciting and different world, and most of them never tire of speculating on how their ancestors must have lived. Sometimes as she picked her way through the ruined houses, Jenny would sit down on the decaying armchairs and sofas, and try to imagine herself back in the days when they were plush and new, and the rooms were lit by electric lights and television sets. All gone now. The broken televisions sat dead and lifeless, their shiny glass screens showing nothing but her reflection in the crumbling corpse of what was once someone's home. Now just a lifeless tomb and home to nothing but vermin and ghosts.
Explorers and preservers of history excavating the past, or human maggots eating through what is left of the corpse of civilisation? Depends on your point of view. Jenny had not yet tired of that lifestyle, but still she dreamed of one day being a wealthy and respected merchant in one of the great settlements like the legendary Diamond City. Of course, she knew that would never be – not for her. Her mutation would always make her an outcast. She might be able to hide it for a while, but eventually her own body would betray her. As a born Scavver, she knew that secrets never stay buried forever.
So she'd never live in a crowded city, so she'd never have a husband – so what? She could still have a home in her nice warm cellar, and she would still have lovers. Lovers with warm fur and hot cocks that never failed to satisfy her. She didn't need to be afraid of them – her do-gs happily fucked her whenever she wanted them.
Soldier was healing quickly, and let her change his dressing and clean his wound without complaint. At first he was a bit skittish, but Alfreds' pressence reassured him, and Jenny would distract him by playing with his cock.
She had found a hairbrush in one of the ruined houses in the village, and used it to groom the dogs every night – something which seemed strange to them at first, but they came to enjoy. Soon their pelts were completely free from ticks and lice, and their fur grew thicker and longer. She laso scavenged a meat grinder (not a proper butchers grinder, but a small domestic grinder for making mince), and was soon making mince-meat, sausages, and burgers from their kills, so nothing would be wasted.
Within two weeks the dogs were completely transformed, and looked strong and healthy. Of course, there was a small aftermath to this – as they were not cold, sickly, and hungry anymore, they were more energetic and frisky, so even though they got plenty of exercise when she took them out hunting with her, they were still horny at the end of the day, and needed satisfying every night. Of course, Alfred enjoyed her first, and got to sleep in her bed with her, and she would try to tire the others out a little first with hand jobs, and even sucking them off, because five big d-o-g cocks every night was a little bit too much even for Jenny. Eventually she took to wanking them off during spare moments during the day to make them less horny at night. It's not that she didn’t enjoy their attentions, but she was starting to walk a bit funny the next morning.
Jenny was a little surprised at how quickly they had accepted her and then became such loyal companions, but it was soon clear that they were her pack and she was their bitch, and nothing would break that bond. In fact, their loyalty presented her with a small problem. She could hardly march into a town or up to a Trader with her pack – there is no way of knowing how they will react to other people, and caravan guards would probably start shooting at them before she was close enough to explain they were her pack anyway.
It wasn't a pressing issue yet – with her own supply of purified water and a chem lab, she didn't need to buy anything. For the first time in her life she was self sufficient and didn't rely on trading for water, food, and radaway. But she did have a lot of stock to sell, and she would eventually run low on ammunition. Though her pack were beginning to look less like wild mutts, and more like domesticated b**sts, five was way too many. She would have to find a way to detain them at home when she wanted to trade. Eventually, she might be able to train them to obey her and tell them to guard the area whilst she is away, but not yet. The only answer was to lock them in the cellar (she had the hatch fully repaired now) or finish building an enclosure around the house.
It had taken many days of work to drag the fencing from the car park in the village up to the ruined house and then erect it around the grounds. She wanted a pretty wide perimeter to give the dogs plenty of room to play in, and ensure that any intruders were a good distance from the hatch before encountering an obstacle. There were still a few gaps that Jenny had laid trip wires and traps across, but that wouldn't keep the dogs in. she would need some more fencing and a gate – and it needed to be high enough that the dogs couldn't just leap over.
Whilst she was carefully seeking out a suitable metal gate, her ever present companions scouted the streets for dangers, and were not long in finding one. Just a few yards away from the gated warehouse that Jenny was considering, Rocket started barking, and within seconds Rocket, Grey, and Torro had a hapless Molerat surrounded. Soldier soon joined in the fray, whilst Alfred looked around to see if there were any more. Where there is one Molerat, there are usually more, but this time it appeared as though this was on its own – or if there were any others, they saw the wisdom in staying hidden.
Jenny knew full well that whilst one Molerat was a minor danger, a whole nest could spell doom for a Scavver. They were a common pest in the Wastelands, and whilst they are rarely a threat to caravans or almost anyone who keeps to the roads, they are a big problem for anyone who explores ruins and rubbish sites. They can be deceptively quick underground, and it is their tunneling abilities that make them such a huge threat. Most dangerous creatures can be spotted from a distance and will give you enough time to fire a few shots at them before they reach you, but not Molerats. The moment they are under attack, they quickly dig a burrow, and can come up at your feet moments later. Or worse – come up behind you.
Commonwealth Mole-rats are large rodents looking a little like hairless coypu, though about twice the size (around sixty centimetres long). Though smaller than the Mole-rats of the Capital Wastelands (that are frequently as large as an adult boar), they are still a deadly foe. Their eyesight is pretty poor, but their sense of smell and hearing is very acute, so if you fail to kill one with your first shot, you are in trouble.
Jenny had the misfortune to run up against a pack of them barely a week before she met her dogs. She was scavving in her old region, less than a mile from her lair when she spotted a fat pink Molerat gnawing on the remains of a less fortunate Raider. Looking quickly around to assess the situation, she soon spotted two dead Mole-rats, a dropped shotgun, and a trail of blood. There had been a fight between a group of Raiders and a pack of Mole-rats, resulting in at least one Raider being killed and the others beating a hasty retreat, leaving their fallen comrade. All she had to do was kill the remaining b**st and claim the spoils.
She thought she was on a safe bet – the mutant rodent (about as large as an average sized dog) hadn't spotted her and she was close enough to take it out with one shot. It squealed once – more in surprise than pain, as it flew backwards in a shower of blood, and was still. But as she approached the bodies, she realised her mistake. Just around the corner behind the wall she was walking by, was another dead Raider, being feasted upon by three more Mole-rats.
They were not particularly large – not much bigger than a house cat or a Jack-Russell terrier. But their sharp teeth and strong jaws could still inflict savage wounds and take a lump out of her legs in seconds – and there were three of them. As soon as she saw them raise their heads and turn towards her, Jenny froze. It would be pointless to try to run – the ground was uneven and full of so much debris that the creatures could out-distance her with ease. Fortunately, she didn't need to run, as her natural defences reacted to her fear, and she immediately felt a warm trickle run down her thighs.
The Mole-rats caught her scent, and instantly recognised her as a sow on heat. Jenny pondered on waiting until they were upon her, and then shooting them with her pistol, or slowly backing into the ruined building and climbing the stairs. Mole-rats aren't as comfortable with heights and obviously can't burrow up a flight of stairs. But as she backed into the ruin, she saw that the stairwell was completely blocked just five steps up by heavy debris from the fallen roof, so rather than gaining a great strategic position, she would be backed into a corner. She realised she would have to take her punishment, so released the catch on her belt, dropping her pants as she assumed the position whilst checking her pistol. It had six rounds – plenty enough to kill three small Mole-rats at point blank range. Crouched on hands and knees with her ass in the air she bided her time.
The male Mole-rats scampered over to her, and the first leaped onto her back to attempt to mate. Fortunately for Jenny, female Mole-rats rarely leave their nest, and are basically Queens. Jenny giggled as the horny creature clung to her leather armour with it's sharp claws as it tried to penetrate her pussy with it's hard thin penis. Being a relatively small a****l, his member was only four or five inches long, and no thicker than Jenny's thumb so the pointy little glans slid into her pussy with ease. Once it was confident of it's position, the Mole-rat began to thrust wildly, and it wasn't long before it was emptying its huge balls into her.
She felt a little frustrated as he slid out of her, as his rapid fucking with that thin cock had really got her turned on. Fortunately there were still two more to satisfy, and as soon as the first one dismounted, the second was on her back and hammering away with his hard wet dick. Again Jenny was frustrated, because he miss-aimed and thrust his hot little cock deep into her anus. She started a little, but again he was not a large creature and she found anal sex with the Mole-rat to be quite a pleasing experience – if only he could have more staying power. She felt his huge swollen testes slam against her pussy as he buried his dick deep into her asshole and jack-hammered away. Just as he was cumming and filling her bowels with the product of those big heavy balls, she noticed that the Mole-rat scurrying towards her looked a little bigger than he seemed earlier.
By the look of his bright pink erection, he was ready for another go at her, and she had no objection – at least at first. Then she saw the fat wrinkled body of a really large Mole-rat that she definitely hadn't seen earlier. This one was at least three feet long, and had a penis as long as a human penis. There was no doubt about it – she was in the middle of a large pack of them, not just three. Being easily alarmed, she fought hard to keep from panicking, but her fear could not be tamed, which only made matters worse as her scent grew stronger.
Soon she was underneath a pile of thrusting, rutting sex crazed Mole-rats all jockeying for position, and with such wild abandon that soon a dozen pink wrinkled bodies were clustered around her, and the one fucking her was itself being fucked. As they all tried to squeeze into the vast clusterfuck, she could feel hot wet penises pressing against her legs, her buttocks, her thighs, her waist, and unsurprisingly it wasn't long before she was being fucked in her pussy and her ass at the same time.
She kept telling herself that this was an awful ordeal, and that she only submitted to it in order to survive, but she couldn't lie to herself any longer. She was loving every minute of it. Not just the incredible sensation of feeling both holes being fast fucked by those slender, knobbly hot organs that poked in and out of her gaping cunt and anus so rapidly that she felt like she was trapped in some sort of relentless sex machine, but the whole thought that she was at the centre of this orgy, that she alone was driving the creatures wild with desire made her feel like a goddess.
As soon as the creature fucking her ass was done ejaculating into her guts, he was pushed out of the way as another Mole-rat sank his twitching organ balls deep into her wet hole with a splodge, forcing the growing pool of rat cum deeper inside her belly. Mole-rats, like most rodents have enormous testes and produce a lot of cum, so it wasn’t long before her belly was swelling with the liberal donations of sticky fluid. She didn't know how they managed it, but she was pretty certain that somehow two Mole-rats managed to thrust their long thin dicks into her pussy at the same time, and the pile of naked rats were thrusting at her from every angle, so wet cocks were sliding over her back, under her armpits, at her face even, and covering her with cum until she was just a big ball of slime.
By the time they had all satiated themselves and began to stagger away, she was semi-conscious and shaking and dripping cum from every orifice. She couldn’t stand, let alone walk, and crawled slowly back home to recover and reflect on what had happened.
That was when she finally accepted that whether it be a curse or a gift, her mutant power was part of who she is, and she could no longer deny it. Looking deep inside herself, and savouring every memory of the Mole-rat orgy she realised she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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