Only a Temporary Companion [M/f, Fallout 3 Fanfiction, Combat, Non-Con, Begging]

Gunshots echoed in the rotunda, each one seeming to shake the structure and threatening to bring the entire two hundred year old building down. For the last almost half an hour, Super Mutants, who had apparently been under the rather naive notion that the building was theirs, had been throwing themselves at Caden and Sydney’s position. Thus far it had been fruitless for the gigantic green humanoids, but they just wouldn’t stop coming.

Caden didn’t have a clue what in this dead fucking world the big green bastards could possibly want with the building. They almost certainly didn’t care about the compound supposedly buried underneath the rotunda which supposedly held some ancient document that Caden was after. What could the barely-sentient savages possibly need with a five hundred year old piece of paper, anyway?

“On your left!” Sydney’s voice was shrill, clearly edging toward fear, and he wondered how much ammunition the young woman could possibly have left. She had been in this fight before Caden had stumbled into it, after all. When he had taken this relic hunting job from the past-obsessed old man in Rivet City, he had been told he was working alone. From what he could gather, Sydney, the other relic hunter he had run across once had gotten here and now his impromptu squadmate, had been under the same impression. The old bastard had apparently sent both of of them independently on the same suicide mission. Whatever this “Declaration of Independence” was, it had better have been worth it.

Caden swiveled to his left, shouldering his Chinese assault rifle and holding the trigger down until the bat-wielding Mutie on his left’s head was reduced to something resembling ground chuck. At last, the rifle clicked, empty, and Caden groped at his beltline, yanking a new magazine free. He wedged the magazine release paddle open with the new one, dropping the empty one to the floor before rocking the full mag into place. He reached up under the gun with his left hand, racking the bolt back and letting it slam a cartridge into battery.

“Keep ‘em pinned! I’m moving!” He shouted, looking over to where the black haired, vaguely Asian-featured woman crouched behind a stack of fallen bookcases, Firing small bursts from her submachine gun out at the attackers. She nodded back at him before popping back up and letting loose again.

Several more mutants had entered in the last few moments, but their numbers seemed to be dwindling. None seemed to be waiting outside the large room any longer. If they could just get rid of the ones in the room, maybe they would be the last of them.

He broke cover, sprinting left and leaping over the body of the Mutie he had just dispatched, ducking behind cover and taking shots where he could as he attempted to gain ground on their flank. Sliding behind an overturned bookshelf, Caden grabbed a plasma grenade from his waist and peeked over the top of his cover. From his point of view, he had an unobstructed angle on the mutants as they fired back at Sydney. Pulling the pin, Caden lobbed the explosive over into the group.

One…

Two…

Three…

Fou-

The room glowed green for a flash of a moment, and Caden’s ears rang as the grenade detonated, sending another downpour of plaster dust showering down on them. He leapt from cover, holding the trigger again and spraying down the mass of struggling green flesh with a stream of bullets. Then finally, there was relative silence. One of the Super Mutants, whose legs now looked to be a neon green puddle, was crawling back toward the door from whence the mutants had originally come. Another empty magazine clattered to the ground as Caden reloaded, switched the rifle to semi-automatic, and finished the creature off with a single shot to the back of the head.

Adrenaline still coursed through Caden’s body as he stepped over to the door and peered out. The hallways were finally empty.

“Thank fucking god…” He muttered under his breath. It wasn’t Caden’s first firefight, and apparently it wasn’t going to be his last either, but he realized he was shaking as he pulled the double doors closed and tipped another one of the bookshelves over in front of it. It wouldn’t stop a properly-motivated group, but it was something. They only needed a few more minutes to actually get into the bunker anyway, he thought.

“I think that’s the last of ‘em.” He called out, but the only reply was the echo of his own voice,

“...Sydney?”

Caden’s call went unanswered, and his footsteps picked up their pace as he crossed the large, circular room back toward where his impromptu squadmate had taken cover.

“Sydney? Syd- Oh shit…” Caden trailed off as he stepped around the couple of toppled bookcases behind which the woman sat. She was sitting with her back propped up against her cover, and her submachine gun sat at her side. Her arms were clutched over her lower abdomen, and he could see blood seeping out around her hips.

“Th-They got me…” Sydney whimpered, “H-Help. You gotta help me.”

For a moment, Caden just stared down at her. He had seen death before; far too frequently for his personal preference, in fact. He had not, however, been handed a pretty, defenseless girl on a silver platter like this before.

“Wh-whatthefuck are you doing!? Help!” Sydney’s voice rattled unsteadily, and she threw her head back against the bookcases, groaning in agony.

“Yeah, shit. Sorry.” Caden muttered, setting his rifle up against the shelves, which he now realized had been shredded by gunfire, and taking a knee in front of Sydney, “I’m not a doctor, but I’ll try. Move your hands.”

He reached to the girl’s side and unbuckled the front plate from her combat armor before unbuckling the straps that held the plate to her shoulder armor. Beneath was a black t-shirt, stuck slick to Sydney’s skin by sweat and blood. Slowly, he lifted the shirt up to just below where her breasts began to swell ever so slightly from her upper torso.

The poor girl recrossed her left arm back across her bare stomach, the flesh heaving and contracting with pain, whimpering, “Is… Is it bad?”

Caden’s eyes were fixed on her flat, fairly toned stomach. There were three bullet holes that drew a diagonal line from where her right hip-bone stretched her skin taught up to her ribcage. Sydney was gut-shot. Even Caden, with his extremely limited practice with medicine could tell that she was not going to make it without immediate attention from a real doctor.

“Y-Yeah… It’s pretty bad.” His voice wavered a bit, though admittedly not out of any real sympathy for the girl. Instead, the possibilities of the situation were running wild through his mind. With the Super Mutants gone for now, it wasn’t like he really needed any help any longer, and it felt like ages since he had last gotten laid. She was dying anyway; it would be a shame to let her go to waste.

Don’t have to split the reward either…

“F-Fuck! Y-You have a Stimpak, right??” Sydney’s eyes were wide, and tears were springing from their corners as she tried to push herself into a more upright position, slipping back each time as her hands slid through blood.

“...No.” He lied.

“Then- Then you gotta get me outta here!” Sydney wailed, starting to succumb to panic. She must have been able to feel her doom creeping up on her. Another babble of terrified pleas for help gagged from her bloodied throat, but Caden had zoned out, staring at the mounds of soft flesh that were just barely hidden from sight.

“H-Hey, my eyes are up h-here! What the f-?” Cutting Sydney off mid-sentence, Caden reached out and shoved her shirt entirely out of the way, grasping ungently at her small tits. He throbbed as her soft flesh pressed into the gaps between his fingers.

Sydney gasped, but it turned into a choking cough as her eyes flew wide. She recoiled, screaming, “What the fuck!? G-Get off!” at him, and her hand groped for her weapon. Caden was faster though, and he snatched the submachine gun out of her grasp with his right hand. Before the girl could even process, he struck her back-handed across the side of the head with the weapon.

Yelping, Sydney slumped to her left on her side. She stared up at Caden with horror and seeming disbelief. She started to try to crawl, but she was clumsy, probably still seeing stars, judging by the deep split in her skin where her cheekbone had almost punched through. It was to no avail though, as Caden grabbed her by her belt, yanking her back through the mess of blood and dust until her ass rested at his hips.

“St-Stop! You- You c-can’t!” She shrieked through coughs and gasps of pain.

It was a somewhat strange choice of words, Caden thought as he held the squirming, bleeding woman against him by the back of her trousers while reaching around to unbuckle her belt. He clearly could, and was clearly doing so. She fought him with whatever strength she still possessed, but between trying to hold her ruined belly and push at his hand, she couldn’t do anything to stop her belt from clacking open and her pants from being dragged down to her knees.

A pair of pink panties stared up at Caden, greeting him. They were faded and tattered with age, but so was nearly every piece of clothing in the wasteland. What surprised him more was that Little Miss Machinegunner had chosen pink. A wry smirk worked its way over his face at the sight.

“H-Hey! L-Look, I’ll… You-!” Sydney’s voice whined, but it cut off into another shout as Caden tore the tattered piece of underwear off of her body.

“Y-You can fuck me, I promise!” She continued as Caden’s belt was also undone, and he freed his twitching cock from within his pants, “Just-!” She coughed again, cutting herself off with a spatter of blood, as Caden dripped a glob of spit onto the head of his cock, “Just s-save muh-me…” She sobbed.

A pretty, pink gulf of soft flesh opened in front of him as Caden grabbed a handful of one of the cheeks of Sydney’s ass, spreading her open.

“N-NO!” Another half-gag, half-scream ripped from the black haired woman’s throat as Caden pressed the tip of his dick against her cunt. He grabbed her by her wide, soft hips with one hand, reaching around to pinch at her naked tits with the other. At the same time, he began working his cock into her, forcing her body to adjust and flush with warmth and wetness to save her from pain.

Before long, Caden was entirely hilted into Sydney, feeling warmth press down around him on all sides. Even in the relatively unaroused state the girl was in, she felt nuclear hot inside, and he groaned as his biology threatened to end the fun early. He rested for the barest moment, catching his breath before he began sawing himself in and out of her, raising gasps and yelps from her as she repeatedly stretched open. He wasn’t particularly trying to hurt her, per se, but he didn’t really care if the already doomed girl was having fun either.

“Y-You’re killing me!” Sydney sobbed, each syllable accented with a ragged, hoarse yelp as Caden sent ripples through her firm rear, “Rape me if you w-want, but- but if I die, you wuh-won’t be able to unlock the buh-bunker!”

Caden leaned further into her, putting more weight behind each thrust of his hips. His left hand fell to the side of Sydney’s head, entwining his fingers through her straight, surprisingly silky black hair. He pressed the side of her head down into the bloody dust of the floor, bending down to speak directly into her bruised ear,

“You think you’re the only one out here who can hack a computer terminal?” He hissed into her ear, reaching around and pinching at her stiffened, pink nipples as he did, “It’s already over, Syd. Stop begging and save some dignity.”

“I-I’ll…” She squeaked back at him in a much quieter voice. As he looked down at her, Caden noticed how pale she looked, “I’ll g-give you my share… Just- Just…” Her voice began to trail off into pathetic mewling, mouth agape and gasping.

The pressure was already building behind his balls, threatening to spill over, and this time Caden listened to the impulse, pounding into Sydney’s now rather receptive pussy. She was still hot and tight, but he could feel her entire body starting to loosen and fall limp, dying before his very eyes. At the realization, a powerful throb pulled at his cock, tensing and shooting ropes of pearly cum into his toy. Sydney gasped, but weakly, as she felt the foreign, unexpected warmth paint her, shuddering and whining.

Another advantage, Caden supposed, to this kind of lay was not having to worry too much about the fact he had just thoroughly filled Sydney. He was pretty sure he could feel himself throbbing against the girl’s cervix.

Finally though, he let go of Sydney’s hair and pulled himself free as she shuddered once more beneath him. One last spurt of his seed fell to paint the little pucker resting above her pussy, and he wiped himself clean onto her ass before putting himself away.

Not a terrible way to start a treasure hunt… He mused to himself as he stood and stretched, feeling refreshed. At his feet, Sydney was writhing and twitching slightly, pants still at her knees and glistening white leaking from her swollen, blushing hole. She looked up at him, blinking slowly and looking rather pathetic overall. He wondered idly how long it would take her to actually expire.

Maybe if she’s still kicking on the way out…

Just then, however, there was a roar from outside the barricaded door; definitely more Muties. He turned toward the computer terminal in front of which they had been fighting, and fucking, but something stopped him from taking another step.

She doesn’t deserve that. Some part of him urged as green, misshapen fists began pounding at the flimsy door. He knew they’d be more than eager to take the next turn with her, if they didn’t eat her alive, or whatever the hell the Super Mutants did with their victims.

So, Caden picked up Sydney’s submachine gun from where he had tossed it. Despite his use of it as a blunt instrument, it looked to still be functional. Besides, it looked like a custom job; maybe it would fetch a nice price, if he didn’t want to keep it for himself.

He stood over her once more, and she closed her eyes. Three more holes opened in Sydney’s broken, defeated body, this time through, or near enough to, her heart. After one last look at her pretty, slack face, Caden turned back to the terminal, eager to get out of there before another fight could kick off.