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Ramming Through Raider Toys

For W0lfSwelp3

By Draconicon

Riley had made the mistake of trying to snipe out a bandit camp without any back-up. Considering that it had worked with a few of the smaller patrols in the area, the sheep had gotten a bit overconfident, thinking that he could handle anyone that was still at a long enough range.

That might have been true, but it didn't take into account the people that kept attack dogs in their camps, nor those that had strong enough armor to take the hits. They'd come swarming out rather than taking to cover, and he'd been overrun in seconds. The sheep had been disarmed, knocked out, and was only now coming to.

He groaned as he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He could tell that it was somewhere underground. A train station, or a metro tunnel, maybe? He'd heard that a lot of the old gangs had holed up down there once the trains stopped running, considering it was safer when you were out of reach of the acid rain on the surface. He shook his head. Regardless of where he was, he needed to -

Click, click.

He looked down, immediately cursing. His legs were shackled at the ankles, just above his hooves, and he could tell that they were the good kind instead of the cheap, stage manacles that he had wiggled out of in the past. These were proper iron shackles, and they were tight enough to make sure he couldn't wiggle his hooves free. Looking up, he saw that his arms were in a similar predicament.

Damn it...

A few futile tugs later, he gave in. There was no way that he was going to get himself free of those. Not without help, at least.

Well, he was currently locked up underground, and he'd been shooting at raiders that had managed to take him down. That meant that it was probably the raiders that had him tied up, and the fact that he was locked up rather than dead meant that they probably wanted something from him. What? Who knew? But that meant that he had a chance...he hoped.

Riley closed his eyes, trying to rest. Unfortunately, now that he knew he was locked up, that was a lot harder. The sheep kept clenching his teeth every time that he heard something outside of his cell, and he kept jerking back to fully awake every time that he thought he heard the door across from him opening.

It drained him, drained him hard, but eventually he was able to get to sleep.

"Wake up, bitch."

The words pulled him halfway to consciousness, but someone twisting his nipples did the rest, and then some. The sheep arched his back, biting his lips after the first yelp came free, gasping for breath as he opened his eyes.

A crow loomed over him, one in leather. Not the sort that some of the bandits were wearing, but an old-style femdom style of leather. His cheeks burned as he realized that he was getting an eyeful of rather feathery boobs, half-out of her clothes, and the fact that she didn't seem to mind him looking didn't help, either.

A second glance up and down showed him several things. First, that the leather was in good condition, and probably hadn't been shot at. That meant that she was probably only wearing it down here rather than up on the surface.

Second, that she carried a whip, a flogger, and a riding crop at her hips, which meant that she was planning on using various toys on him.

Third, that she had a dick. A very big dick.

He stared at it as she stood over him, unable to take his eyes off of the fat shaft that bobbed up and down, half-hard, in front of his face. The crow chuckled, clicking her beak together a few times.

"Well, you're finally awake. Boss ain't too happy with you, you know."

"...Who are you?"

"Name's Raven. And I'm the one that's going to make the boss happy with you again."

"I don't think that you can do that. I don't have anything that can pay him off, particularly after...you know."

"Oh, I know. But you don't have to have anything. You just have to be something."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

CRACK!

The riding crop slapped across his chest, and he bit his lips as he felt it flick across his nipple again. It felt all swollen from the impact, and he lowered his head, trying not to look too defiant. It seemed to work, because he didn't get hit again.

"Good boy."

"Mmmph..."

"Now, arch your back for me."

"Why?"

"Hmm?" She tapped the crop against her hand. "Was that a question?"

"..."

"Arch your back for me."

He did as he was told, thrusting his chest forward a bit. She reached into one of her back pockets, and pulled out something green. It glowed just enough to make him wonder if it had some sort of radioactivity going on, but he didn't get a chance to ask. She held it in front of his chest, pinched one of his nipples again, and pulled.

"Ah...AH!"

Riley yelped, gritting his teeth as he felt the pain and pleasure from that again. But more than that, he stared...and gasped as his nipple started to pull his chest along with it.

"What...what the fuck?"

"Shhhh. Just let it happen."

There was very little else that the sheep could do. He stared as his nipple stretched forward, pulling the rest of his chest along with it. Somehow, it started filling in with fat, hanging down as a boob. It grew bigger, heavier, and he couldn't help but continue to stare as the radiation or mutation or whatever it was forced him to grow a woman's breast.

She pulled it out until it was a good size, not quite as big as hers, but impossible to miss in normal clothing. He knew that there was no way that he was going to be hiding it if he ever got out of this place.

Then, she changed hands, taking the green stuff in her other hand and grabbing his other nipple.

"Ah, wait, wait, you aren't going to -"

"Oh, I am."

And she pulled. Riley gasped, the sheep arching his back, biting his lips as he felt something...something different this time. As his chest stretched, growing and expanding to match the breast on the other side of his pecs, he could feel something tingling in him. Some...some pleasure, in a way. He trembled, trying not to make a sound, but damn, it was hard when the crow was pulling on him, shifting his body, making it...making it all...

He gasped again as she let go, his new boob bouncing slightly. She put the green stuff on the ground, letting it glow between his legs, and he shivered at the thought of what she might do next. What if she decided that she wanted to push his cock inside of him? What if she decided that she wanted to change him completely?

Riley didn't dare move, particularly as she reached into her pockets again. The crow pulled out something different, though. Something...shiny. Hoops, rings...

Piercings.

"Now, the boss loves having his sluts pierced, so let's see how you look with these..."

"You're kidding."

"Kid, do I look like I'm kidding?"

"But...but..."

"We can always go back to plan A and shoot you in the head."

"..."

"Then piercings it is."

The green stuff made it just as easy to get pierced as it had been to get boobs in the first place. Riley blushed as he stared down at his chest, watching as the flesh seemed to just slide away as the point of the piercing slid through his flesh. The nipple didn't even hurt as it went through, just seemed...liquid-y, like some sort of ooze. It popped out the other side, then settled, hanging down and pulling his breast down with the slight went.

The other one went in just as easily. The crow looked down at his cock, almost like she was considering putting one through there, too, but thankfully, she didn't. Instead, she shook her head.

"That will do for now. We don't want to take it too far the first time. Last time that the boss pushed it fast, the guy turned into a puddle of slime."

"Slime? Like...real slime?"

"Yep. So, we'll stop there for now."

She stood up, putting the green stuff away again. As soon as it was out of sight, Riley gasped, hissing as all the weight from the piercings suddenly seemed to double. All the sensations that he'd barely been aware of came rushing in, pain, pleasure, weight, all the stuff that the boobs and the piercings brought with them hitting him all at once.

"Ho fuck....hooooo fuck..."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Nnnngh..."

"Just ride it out, kid. It'll get better. Hell, looks like it already is..."

His cock was definitely going up from the pleasure through the pain, but he was barely aware of it. All of his attention was down on his nipples and the little silver hoops sticking through them...and he honestly didn't know if he'd ever be able to think of anything else.

The End