Story, Jaxson, Bastian, Destra and Borana©  Wolfy the Hungry Shapeshifter

This story is incredibly long for story's that i have written, and includes my attempt at depicting how a first-time vore pred feels eating their prey before and after, hope you all enjoy the story ^^


STORY BELOW

Jaxson was an anthro Tyrannosaurus Rex born in 2025, growing up in Massachusetts, living in one of its many apartments in the Boston area. As he got into his teenage years, he applied for and joined the U.S. Marines, where he’d spend most of his time training arduously to be one of the best soldiers the Marine Corps had. All his hard work proved successful, with him rising to the rank of Major and fighting out on the battlefield, even when he was told to stay behind. During one of his missions, he suffered injuries from an explosion that shattered a majority of his bones, nearly killing him if it weren’t for his Battalion’s quick efforts to get him out of there and into an infirmary, where most of his skeleton had to be replaced with Adamantium-Nitinol Alloy, allowing for a very tough skeleton that wouldn’t restrict his movements and allow a full recovery. Due to some bone shards, he did have to get his liver and one of his kidneys replaced due to them getting ruptured.

He was certainly surprised with how they could replace the skeleton of his torso, arms, right leg, and upper left leg without replacing the limbs, thanking the modern technology of the time. However, due to his near-death experience, he chose to take leave from the Marine Corps and settle down in Winthrop, Massachusetts, where he’d meet a lovely wife. He’d spend the next 6 years with her, having a daughter in 2077 as Vault-Tec moved around, placing a Vault in the waters on the edge of the beach named Vault 120. Eventually, one of their representatives came knocking, insisting they signed up, causing Jaxson to relent and agree to it, signing up his family for it before his Mr. Handy, Dustie, alerted him of the TV News, mentioning that China had started dropping nuclear bombs. His wife, daughter in hand, followed him in a rush to the building that contained Vault 120’s elevator. The neighborhood, at least those who signed up, crammed into the elevator, watching as their lives were destroyed in the blink of an eye as a nuclear bomb detonated on the horizon, the elevator doors sealing up and the elevator sending them down before the shockwave hit them. Once the elevator reached the bottom, all those who had signed up were led through the Vault’s corridors and taken to a cryogenic chamber, where they’d be frozen in pods until the surface could be explored safely.

Jaxson woke up in his pod after at least 210 years, witnessing as raiders entered the chamber they had been frozen in, opening his wife’s pod as he pounded furiously on the glass, helplessly watching as his wife was ruthlessly murdered and his daughter taken, the shooter looking at his pod briefly before leaving as Jaxson was put back to sleep as the cryopod was sealed back up. More than 50-60 years passed before Jaxson woke up in his pod as it opened, quickly opening his wife’s, wishing to say a final goodbye before heading out, then hastily navigating the underwater Vault’s corridors to find his way out. He came across some security that was stationed in the Vault to keep it safe from anyone trying to raid it, killed at some point by a beast and now just skeletons in uniforms, taking the M1918 BAR on one of them and a Desert Eagle, not knowing what could be out there as he made his way to the elevator. He quickly stopped by the kitchen to find some of the canned food was still good, packing it up in a satchel off a guard to carry it. Once he felt he was content with the supplies, Jaxson got to the main elevator and rode it to the top, shocked to find a thick layer of snow covering the land and the water frozen, it being in the middle of wintertime as he could see some of the damage caused years ago by the bombs.

He started walking for a while, taking in the damage to his neighborhood as the cold winds battered his scaly hide, ignoring it for now as his experience as a Marine made him used to the cold climate, having toured in some colder places like Russia to help them out with recon on a mutual enemy of Russia and the U.S. It wasn’t long until his nose caught the scent of another living being, and carefully walked towards it, finding a young, male, anthro Ceratosaur, at least in his mid-20s, huddled up in a building and freezing. He cowered some when he saw Jaxson’s 8.5ft frame enter the building. “P-please d-d-don’t h-h-hurt m-m-me…” the young male said through chattering teeth. Jaxson kneeled down and carefully reached a hand out to him, “Hey… it’s ok… I’m not going to hurt you… I’m a former US Marine Major… my name’s Jaxson…come here…let me try to warm you up, kid,” he said, now holding both hands out, doing his best to give the young adult a kind, reassuring smile. The Ceratosaurus looked up at him, being only 7ft tall but looking much smaller huddled up the way he was, nervously shifting over and hugging the larger Tyrannosaurid’s chest, trying to warm up as Jaxson brought his arms around the Cerato, trying his best to help as the 2 sat there for at least half an hour. The Cerato was still freezing after the 30 minutes as Jaxson tried to think of what he could do to help warm the young adult, having noted to himself the lack of wood in the area thanks to anything made of wood being either turned to ash or blasted to smithereens by the initial shockwave of the bomb. He also remembered how he’d see anthros eating one another or the humans for fun or warmth during frigid winters back before the war.

The idea was bizarre since Jaxson had always been indifferent when it came to vore and had personally never tried it, but during that moment, where he was hugging the Cerato, it seemed like the only option. He sat up to look the Cerato in the eyes, “Do you trust me?... I have one idea of what could help… I’ve never done it before, so I’d need cooperation and trust so neither of us ends up hurt. Back before the bombs fell, those in my neighborhood….used to eat one another for fun or warmth... I’ve personally never done it…but right now, it seems like it might be our only chance to warm you up.” Jaxson said as the Cerato listened to every word, shocked to learn Jaxson was from before the bombs fell, but it gave the young adult a sense of security from being in his arms, slowly nodding at him, “I-i-i t-tru-ust y-you…m-my n-name is Bastian..” the Cerato said, hoping that Jaxson could do it since he’d much rather risk something happening from being inside of him than being out in the below zero temperatures and suffering severe hypothermia. Jaxson nodded slowly, thinking back and remembering that his neighbors tried to get him to try it and that if he did, they’d recommend starting with the head so the hardest part, the shoulders, would be taken sooner and help him eat someone with his inexperience as a predator. Jaxson took a deep breath, gently cupping his hand under Bastian’s snout and angled it up as he slowly opened his jaws as wide as he could, revealing the yellow-orange depths as Bastian closed his eyes, enjoying the warm breath he felt on his snout in preparation to feel that warmth all over but intensified.

Jaxson slowly brought his jaws over his snout, already beginning to feel a faint strain as he pushed forward, licking over the snout to help it go down easier as Bastian emitted quiet purrs from the warmth of Jaxson’s maw enveloping his snout before the first swallow brought the front half of his snout into Jaxson’s gullet, making him groan a bit from the stretching his throat began to do as he licked over the rest of Bastian’s head. Jaxson sat there for a moment, breathing heavily as he knew the next part would hurt a bit. Still, he knew he’d have to push through if he wanted to keep Bastian warm. So he slowly pushed himself forward, his jaws straining to stretch in order to take in the shoulders before he felt a painful ‘pop’ and he was able to take in the shoulders into his jaws, feeling most of Bastian’s head now occupying his throat as he licked the shoulders, surprised to not feel much pain after that initial pop, instead feeling a sense of relief like one would feel after popping a very sore back, filling him with a sense of confidence that he could do this. Shifting his grip to now be around Bastian’s waist, Jaxson took a deep inhale, surprised briefly when he felt the Cerato give him another firm hug before bringing his arms to his sides, doing a brief thumbs-up to let Jaxson know he was ready, and he pulled upwards with his arms, taking several repetitive swallows before he felt his throat stretching even more as he successfully fit Bastian’s shoulders inside. He could hear Bastian trying to say something and carefully placed a hand on his throat, rubbing it some as he listened carefully, making out “it —- amazing — much warmer than —- thought.”, making him smile as he let himself relax for a moment, his tongue licking over the chest and arms to help it be easier to get down as he slowly took more strong swallows, carefully pushing Bastian deeper and deeper, before feeling resistance as his head pushed against a ring in his throat, slowly pushing through as he could feel his normally flat 6-pack start to stretch to contain its soon to be inhabitant. Feeling confident he could do it, Jaxson slowly stood up, feeling his throat was quite sore from being stretched so much due to inexperience. With his jaws surrounding Bastian’s thighs, he slowly held his head up at an angle, feeling a bit of strain due to the weight, but kept it up, swallowing steadily as he let gravity help with the final stretch. And finally, after what felt like forever, Jaxson was able to close his jaws, licking over the paws of Bastian before taking that final swallow, slowly sitting down against the wall as he groaned out from the stress he endured to accomplish this feat, looking down at his massive gut as he felt Bastian trying to move around, his inexperience making the gut rather tight. Bastian wasn’t complaining though, as he felt much better being warm, and even though it was tight, the flesh was cozy as it gripped and kneaded on him, working his body around until he was sitting upright in the gut of his predator and friend, “Thank you…Jaxson….it…it is so much better being in here…than out there…” Bastian said, nuzzling the walls gently.

Jaxson was breathless at the moment, his throat was sore as hell, and his jaw aching a bit after eating so much and being open for so long. Even though he was indifferent all those years ago about being a predator, he felt guilty at that moment, finding that…despite the stress he had to go through to put Bastian inside him to warm him up…he enjoyed the feeling of fullness as he caught his breath, slowly rubbing his swollen gut. “I… I’m glad…you like it in there, Bastian…I don’t know how long you’ll want to stay in there…but as long as my stomach doesn’t try anything…I personally…despite never doing this before… don’t mind if you wish to stay in there for a while…at least until I can find you something to wear to combat this weather…and a fireplace at the very least, since I know you’ll feel cold not long after being let out until we get a solid source of heat going.” he said as he then carefully stood up, picking up his BAR off the ground and putting the shoulder strap on as he waited for a second, letting himself get used to the feeling of having so much weight in his gut before beginning to walk. He may have been a former Marine Major and was used to carrying a lot of weight, sure, but never in the gut, so it was definitely something he’d need to get used to if he were going to stick around with the Cerato, feeling him pushing back gently inside his gut as he smiled, “T..thank you, Jaxson, sir…I might just take you up on that offer....i-it definitely feels amazing in here, and I don’t feel like I’m in any danger either.”

Jaxson slowly left the building he found Bastian in after making sure he grabbed anything that might’ve belonged to the Cerato, not wanting to lose his belongings as he carried his new and first-ever passenger inside him. He was slowly getting used to the new weight he had as he enjoyed the fullness he felt, still feeling quite guilty from enjoying that feeling of fullness as he had done this to warm Bastian up, not to get enjoyment out of it or a meal. Looking on the horizon, he could see what remained of Boston and the Airport, and slowly made his way around the water towards Boston, figuring he could find a building where he could make a fire and find him and Bastian some warm clothes as he gently rubbed his gut, not sure of what else he could do to help Bastian feel safe in there due to this being his first time. Bastian however, didn’t need Jaxson’s reassuring rubs, as he was as happy as can be in there, gently pressing outward here and there to feel the walls deform briefly before pressing back in, ensuring he was nice and snug huddled up deep inside of his new friend. “Hehe, it’s like a full-body massage, j-just more compact...t-thanks for helping me, Jaxson…” he said, hoping Jaxson could still hear him, before feeling the walls press inwards in a half-circle as Jaxson had briefly hugged his gut, happy to help someone even in the post-apocalyptic wasteland.

After what felt like hours of walking, Jaxson soon enough found a house that was mostly intact with a fireplace, looking inside to find that people had been there before, leaving clothing and firewood behind. The clothing wasn’t much, nor was it winter attire, but it was certainly better than Jaxson’s vault suit or Bastian’s tattered clothing as he gently patted his gut, trying to get Bastian’s attention, “Hey…hey kid, wake up…I found us a place to hole up for a while.” Jaxson said, not getting any response. Worried his stomach might’ve tried digesting his passenger and wasn’t alerted, he grabbed both sides of his swollen gut and shook it gently, making it slosh a bit before he picked up the faint sound of snoring from within, and let out a deep sigh of relief…seems that his stomach was cozy enough that Bastian fell asleep on the journey to Boston for a more secure place to stay. He started grabbing the firewood and putting it in the fireplace, striking some debris against a rock to cause some sparks to get the fire going, using a bit of accelerant to help it burn a bit faster for the fire to get nice and big as he sat down by the fire, looking at his gut as he rubbed it slowly, feeling the individual limbs of the Cerato as he mentally prepared himself for when he’d let Bastian out, knowing it’d be a bit difficult. After at least an hour passed, the fire was nice and big and already filling the room with amazing soothing warmth, reminding Jaxson of his pre-war years before he took a deep breath and slowly bent over, starting to cough and squeeze the underside of his gut, feeling Bastian shifting as he woke up, putting his hands up towards the entrance to help Jaxson. Before long, Jaxson could feel Bastian’s arms rising up his gullet as he groaned a bit, continuing to slowly but surely cough Bastian up, taking at least 10 minutes before the young adult was back in his arms, hugging the Rex tightly as Jaxson couldn’t help but smile, hugging him back, “I’ve only been out of there for a few seconds and I’m already missing your warmth, Jaxson...it made me feel safe from this world’s hostile environment…and although I was eaten…I actually enjoyed it…I..I don’t mind if it is something we do more often.”

Jaxson couldn’t help but smile at the comment from Bastian, happy to hear that he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the experience, surprised as he felt his jaw and throat, noticing they were less sore than when he first ate Bastian. “Must mean my body is getting used to such a stretch”, he thought to himself as he nuzzled Bastian’s head before drying him off and draping some of the clothing over him. “So…Bastian…mind catching me up on what’s happened since the bombs fell? I just woke up from a Cryogenic Pod in Vault 120 just a few hours ago, so I’ve missed a lot, I will admit.” he asked as he brought his tail around Bastian, hugging him to his chest gently, much like a father, feeling like he was meant to be there for Bastian who happily embraced the affection, looking up at Jaxson, “Well… I’m 25 and was born back in 2317…and I’ve been told it’s been at least 260 years since the bombs fell, when I was growing up, so I’d say it’s…2342 right now, sir. I don’t know much aside from what my parents had told me. We used to have a farm just a few miles west from here, and it was where we worked, just the 3 of us, before the Brotherhood of Steel came along and tried to offer protection for our supplies. My parents refused due to the fact we had been doing just fine…then they took the supplies by force and killed my parents, taking me with them. I was forced to stay with them for the past 8 years before I was able to break out and took what I could…which wasn’t much, so I’ve struggled to survive for the last couple of weeks…that is…until you came along…thank you…” Bastian said, a bit of sadness in his voice as he remembered his parents, resting his head against Jaxson’s chest as the two cuddled beside the fire. Jaxson couldn’t help but feel bad for Bastian, losing his parents as he had lost his wife, and he didn’t even know if his daughter was still alive, making him feel like he had to stay with Bastian to fill in the parental void he had. His grip gently tightened around Bastian as he laid back against a sofa, enjoying the peaceful moment before both of their guts rumbled a bit. He sat up, smiling as he took the satchel off and pulled out some canned food he brought, “Good thing I packed some food before I left the Vault…take your pick and eat up. We can go back there for a thorough search to get anything we can. We could probably set up a home there too. Would just need a way to get purified water to cultivate food.”

Bastian’s eyes lit up the moment he saw the canned food, which looked like it hadn’t even aged much since the bombs fell, and happily dug into some of the Chef Boyardee cans, eating the contents as his eyelids fluttered a bit and couldn’t help but purr as he ate, “Ohhhhh….this food tastes amazing... I’ve not had food this good before…and…that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. We could take any crops or supplies that might still be at the farm I used to stay at.” Bastian said, his tail wagging as he finished the 4th can and eventually stopped, purring deeply and hugging Jaxson’s chest as the Rex continued to eat, feeling his gut roar to life and gurgle happily as it began to digest the food he ate, his hand slowly rubbing Bastian’s head gently. Bastian’s eyes closed as he enjoyed the gentle head rubs, listening to the noises of the gut that was just holding him minutes ago, blushing a bit as they soothed him, knowing they were being made by the same gut that more or less saved him from hypothermia. Jaxson could tell Bastian was happy where he was in his embrace, and noticed an old blanket on the back of the chair he rested against. It was tattered, but mostly in one piece, so he leaned back carefully and grabbed it, pulling it over to him and dusting it off before gently wrapping it around him and Bastian, letting it go up to the top of Bastian’s head, causing him to blush some as the noises seem louder as his body got submerged in the blanket.

Jaxson decided to make some talk as he idly rubbed Bastian’s head as the two cuddled under the blanket, “So…might I ask…what was it they had you doing those 8 years you were stuck with them? The Brotherhood of Steel?” he asked as he could feel Bastian shift a small bit to look up at Jaxson. “They had me study and work on modifying Power Armor to do many things, namely compacting into a smaller object like a military backpack or suitcase, as well as being able to stretch greatly to contain larger occupants, or….in the case of what we did earlier, an occupant with prey or friend-filled gut. I’ve studied many different Power Armor models, so I could probably make you one if we found matching parts and the necessary equipment to work on modifications.” He said, nuzzling into Jaxson’s neck gently, who chuckled and licked along Bastian’s snout gently in return, smiling as Bastian blushed from the lick. “Sounds great, hehe.. wouldn’t mind having some thick armor for protection on my hide in this place, especially if I’m carrying you around…hehe..” Jaxson said teasingly as he yawned a bit, unintentionally treating Bastian to another view of his slightly stretchier maw, making him blush as he relaxed a bit, “Might just take a nap before we head out to find some more supplies and some proper winter gear, this clothing we found is only a temporary solution...and I’m sure despite this blanket’s condition that it’ll do us fine for the night.” he said softly, bringing the blanket up a bit to cover him and Bastian fully before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep with Bastian. The next morning, Bastian woke up with a bit of a chill, noticing Jaxson sound asleep as he gently woke him up. Jaxson groaned some as he sat up and stretched, before noticing Bastian was shivering, and smiled softly, opening wide to offer Bastian his gut once again before he set out again to look for some better clothing, and maybe some Power Armor to take him up on his offer.

Bastian blushed as Jaxson opened his jaws to offer and put his hands in first, relaxing as Jaxson slowly swallowed him back down, not taking as long as before due to having a bit more experience, rubbing his gut as Bastian got comfy, warmed up by the protective embrace of Jaxson’s belly and the thin layer of clothing they had found. Jaxson grabbed his set of clothing, putting it on the best he could as he stood up, blushing some as he felt Bastian rubbing the insides of his gut before he set out again to travel the landscape of Massachusetts, heading West towards where Bastian’s family farm was, “Hey, Bastian, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m heading West towards where you told me the farm you and your family lived at was, so we can get any supplies that Brotherhood of Steel left behind.” he said softly, getting an “Alright, sir, it probably is the safest bet.” from Bastian along with some nuzzles to the walls of his gut. Hours of walking passed, Bastian happily moving around here and there to stay awake despite the calming sounds of Jaxson’s breathing, heartbeat, and gut trying to lull him to sleep as Jaxson described the surroundings to him, until eventually, Bastian told him to stop, Jaxson looking around as Bastian told him to head South for another half mile, where Jaxson could already see the farm just on the horizon. Jaxson began to grab his gut to get ready to let Bastian out before Bastian politely told him not to, preferring to stay in there for now until they’d found a place to stay safely. Understanding his wishes, Jaxson stopped and grabbed whatever crops and supplies he could that the B.o.S. hadn’t taken yet, managing to get a large duffel bag and fill it up with a few weeks’ worth of supplies.

After Bastian had told him to check their Cellar for anything that his dad may have hidden, Jaxson found a Pip-Pad, a Tablet version of the Vault-Tec Pip-Boy, and put it in the bag for later, figuring he could tinker with it later when Bastian was outside of his gut. After running through the list of supplies he had packed from the abandoned farm, Jaxson nuzzled his gut before continuing through the winter wasteland, looking for a more intact structure to hole up for the night as the sun slowly descended on the horizon. Soon enough, he found a somewhat dilapidated barn that seemed previously occupied, finding ranger gear and a thick winter trench coat uniform that was on some dead bodies outside of an all-black futuristic-looking APC that was beyond repair, taking the clothing before spitting out Bastian. Once Bastian dried off, Jaxson handed him the winter trench coat uniform, putting it on as he found it fit nicely, hugging Jaxson some as Jaxson finished putting the ranger uniform on, looking inside the APC and finding an additional pair of the uniforms to have for each other, taking them and folding them up before putting them away in the duffel bag.

Stretching, Jaxson groaned as he popped his back some from carrying Bastian for much longer than the couple hours walk he did the day before, letting out a satisfied sigh, “This APC’s hull is in good shape, but it’s beyond repairs, we could probably stay in there tonight” Jaxson said with a soft smile as he sat in one of the sits it had, dropping the duffel bag and satchel onto the ground to unload the weight. Jaxson smiled as Bastian wasted no time cuddling up to Jaxson, seeing him more as a guardian or surrogate father due to the kindness and gentle care Jaxson had given him from the moment he found him yesterday than as just a friend. “You sure are a cuddly fella, hehe..not that I mind... I’m glad I saved you yesterday.” Jaxson commented softly as Bastian chuckled some and nuzzled him, “Well…it doesn’t help that you give off a fatherly vibe…with how kind and gentle you are with me like I’m your son...it reminds me of my childhood with my dad.” Bastian said with a bit of sadness in his voice. Jaxson frowned some, feeling bad for the kid as he smiled, “Maybe, I can fill that void? And be your surrogate dad?” he offered, Bastian’s eyes lighting up and hugging him tightly. The hug was all Jaxson needed to see to know he had just adopted Bastian as a son, smiling warmly and hugging him back as he reached into the satchel, bringing out a few cans of Pork n’ Beans, “We should probably actually eat something so we’re not hungry.” Jaxson said. Bastian nodded as he took some and opened the cans to eat the contents, enjoying their pre-war tastes once again as he rested his head on Jaxson’s shoulder.

The two enjoyed their evening as they ate the Pork n’ Beans for dinner, using a campfire to make some Mac and Cheese to eat as well so they weren’t just eating Canned Food, soon eating the Mac and Cheese when it was finished cooking in the pot. Once they’d finished dinner, Jaxson revealed he had kept that tattered blanket from the first house they stopped at yesterday, unfolding it as it was the most intact blanket he had found so far. They got under the blanket for the night, falling asleep for the next day. When Jaxson woke up the next morning, Bastian was still fast asleep. He carefully lifted Bastian and laid him down as he got out of the seat, headed outside, and set up a shooting range with some empty Nuka Cola bottles and some empty cans from last night. Bastian woke up as Jaxson was busy cleaning an M14 EBR he got off of one the men they got the uniforms from, wondering what was going on, “Hey uhm…Jaxson? What’re you doing if I may ask? What’s with the cans and bottles stacked up on logs or containers?” he asked, Jaxson looking up before making sure the gun had a round chambered and walked over, “Well, Bastian, today I figured we’d walk together through the wasteland instead of eating you again, but first…I want to teach you how to shoot a gun. That way, if we are attacked, you’ll be able to help me fight back against whoever is attacking us.” Jaxson said, handing Bastian the M14.

“Alright, before we get started with target practice on those bottles and cans… there are 5 basic rules of Gun Safety one should always follow, no matter the situation; Always have the gun’s safety on until you are ready to use the firearm. You must treat every gun as if it’s loaded at all times. Never point the gun’s muzzle at anything you don’t wish to destroy or lose. Keep your finger OFF the trigger until you have the target in your sights and are ready to fire. Lastly, be sure of your target and what is behind it. Bullets, depending on their design and caliber, as well as the power of the gun you’re shooting, can go through the target and puncture something behind it...This last part isn’t necessarily a Gun Safety rule, but it’s still something to remember when we can fire some extra supplies to do it more often, and that’s to clean your firearm after every use to ensure it is in top condition so the action works without issue. You understand all that?” Jaxson instructed Bastian, who listened intently and nodded, taking a moment to aim down the rifle at one of the bottles as Jaxson carefully helped him adjust the aim so he would have the target in aim, “Alright, now, to concentrate your aim, take a deep breath, and slowly exhale when you pull the trigger, nice and easy now..” he said softly. Bastian listened and took a deep breath, pulling the trigger when he slowly exhaled before seeing the bottle shatter as the bullet hit, making Jaxson chuckle with pride, “There we go! Great shot!” he said, making Bastian feel proud before he situated himself and took another shot. The morning training went on for another hour before they ate some more cans for breakfast and packed their stuff to head out, Bastian making sure the M14 he was given had its safety on before putting the shoulder strap over his shoulder as they left the APC to head North to scavenge for supplies.

They continued to explore the wasteland for what felt like weeks, eating at a secure place and sleeping when they could. Entering an abandoned Auto Engineering building, the two found a set of white and grey winter camo T-49 Power Armor that was mostly intact and only needed repairs. Bastian took the power armor and used his knowledge to adjust the face plating to fit Jaxson’s snout dimensions, and even added a tail to the power armor to fit Jaxson’s long, muscular tail. Once the changes were made, he took the military backpack Jaxson had looted off a raider he had eaten and digested away into a bit of pudge that Bastian enjoyed snuggling. With the backpack, he tinkered with the T-49 Armor until it was able to retract into the backpack. Jaxson put the backpack on and situated the strap, pulling on the hanging strap to test it as the backpack opened up. The suit seemed to deploy over him straight out of an action movie as Bastian watched, making sure everything deployed properly, “Alright, now press the small button on the neckplate. It should fold it back into the backpack,” he told Jaxson, who tested to see if it worked, pressing the button as the armor came off and folded back up neatly into the backpack. “Well done, Bastian. It works like a charm, and now we can easily tote it around without worry.” Jaxson praised, seeming to be thinking of something, having been thinking back to pre-war times as the weeks passed, trying to remember anything crucial until he remembered something back in the early 70s before the bombs fell.

Bastian noticed that Jaxson seemed to be looking off into the distance as he thought about something and lightly tapped his shoulder to get his attention. Jaxson looked back to Bastian before pulling out the Pip-Pad, “What are you looking for?” Bastian asked as he noticed Jaxson had gone to the map part of the tablet and was looking through the landscape for something. “In 2072, 5 years before the bombs fell, I had just recently retired from the Marine Corps after a nearly fatal explosion that required surgery for most of my bones. Our scientists had just discovered a new technology that was kept classified to select individuals. I was one of them due to how long I’d served in the Marines. Quantum Tech, as they called it, allowed us to wire up a chamber to be Quantum-Locked, preventing it from aging with the rest of the planet’s natural aging time. They put hundreds, if not thousands, of supplies to feed and supply an entire army with food, water, and transportation. And we have been walking in this seemingly endless winter for so long, it’d be a nice change of pace to have a potential ride. If what I was told is correct…the Bunker should be accessible through a ramp in the ground Northeast of here…the whole Bunker is Quantum Locked, so its contents should be untouched until we get there.” Jaxson said before putting the Pip-Pad away, making sure his M1918 BAR was loaded before putting it on his shoulder, “Ready to make the trip?” he asked Bastian, who nodded happily. After Jaxson got the Power Armor backpack situated, he and Bastian set out to find the Bunker, taking less than a week to get there, not without Jaxson and Bastian ending up eating some raiders along the way, Bastian eating less due to being taught by Jaxson and needing to get better at it like Jaxson has.

On their way to the Bunker, the two arrived at Medford Hospital, stopping to look for supplies as Jaxson noticed a Deathclaw on the ground, pinned under a Helicopter that had fallen off the roof. “Stay here until I call for you…” Jaxson told Bastian as he slowly walked over, the Deathclaw looking up and growling a bit as Jaxson put his hands up, “Heeeyy there… easy big fella, I’m just wanting to help… your leg looks like it’s in a whole lot of pain.” Jaxson said to the Deathclaw. The Deathclaw growled a bit softer but shifted its upper body some as it saw Bastian and snarled a bit, causing Jaxson to wave his hand, “Hey hey hey, it’s ok… he’s with me, we want to help.” he reassured the large beast as Bastian slowly walked over to him hands up to let the Deathclaw know he was friendly. Jaxson pulled the strap on the backpack, deploying the T-49 over him as he bent down and grabbed the nose of the Helicopter while Bastian grabbed its front wheel before they started to lift with their legs, the Deathclaw groaning out as the pressure was taken off of its legs, revealing another issue…rebar had pierced its leg. “Ahh damn, that’s why you were snarling at us… you’re hurt…Bastian, see if we can tourniquet this wound with something to stop the bleeding so we can get the rebar out and patch him up.” Jaxson told Bastian, having at least a bit of medical knowledge from being a Marine, as there had been times he had to be a Field Medic to help his comrades. The moment he mentioned pulling out the rebar, he heard a gruff and deep male voice saying, “Please…be gentle..” and turned to notice the Deathclaw had spoken to him as Bastian, while in awe at this, hopped into the now moved aside helicopter to see if he could find some gauze or medical tape, or even a Tourniquet Kit.

Jaxson pressed the button on the neck of the T-49, making it open up and fold away back into the backpack as he nodded up at the Deathclaw, “Don’t worry, big guy, I had some training as a Field Medic during my years as a Marine, I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t hurt.” he reassured the large beast who grumbled softly and nodded in thanks as Bastian soon returned with some rolls of gauze, medical tape, and a pipe. “Alright...bite onto something, I can’t promise you it won’t hurt. I have to make the tourniquet tight to stop the bleeding before I can bandage it.” Jaxson told the Deathclaw as he wrapped the gauze 5 inches above the puncture point and kept doing a couple of layers before placing the pipe down and tying the gauze over it before beginning to twist the pipe as the Deathclaw snarled out from the tightening, wincing some. Once the pipe was twisted enough, he gave it another tie down to keep it in place for the time being before propping a foot against the leg as he grabbed hold of the rebar alongside Bastian, “Ready? 1, 2, 3!” He said to Bastian before they pulled firmly, pulling the rebar out as the Deathclaw roared out a bit from the pain. Quickly tossing the rebar aside, Jaxson used the remaining gauze to bandage over the wound with disinfectant before applying medical tape on top to hold the bandage in place.

Once that was done, he undid the tourniquet carefully as he kept an eye on the gauze over the wound, surprised to see it not discoloring too much with blood, “That’s good. We’ll stay here with you for now. It’d be best not to put any weight on that leg while that wound is still fresh.” Jaxson told the Deathclaw, who nodded and shifted his body slightly to allow Jaxson and Bastian to sit against his gut. “Destra… that’s my name…thank you, both of you. I was just walking along when the Hospital building creaked, and part of the wall collapsed, bringing the rebar and helicopter down on top of me.” the Deathclaw spoke as he watched Bastian and Jaxson get comfy against the chub gut he had, with Jaxson looking up at him, “Nice to meet you, Destra… I’m Jaxson, a Pre-War Marine, and this is Bastian. It’s a nice change of pace to meet a friendly Deathclaw.” He said quietly as he gently patted Destra’s shoulder. “Well, considering how much of a glutton I am, the Deathclaws I stayed with got fed up with me eating most of the catches we got, so they kicked me out, and I’ve been traveling by myself until you two came along.” Destra replied with a chuckle as he laid his head down, carefully bringing his big tail around the front of Jaxson and Bastian. Jaxson pulled out some Radstag Meat, offering it to him, and he gladly ate it, purring deeply as he nuzzled Jaxson with his large snout, “If you don’t mind…I wouldn’t mind joining the two of you in your travels.” Destra said as he looked at the both of them, “Well, we were actually on our way to a Bunker that might have a butt load of supplies, so we’d gladly accept any help we can get getting what we can so we can continue to survive in this wasteland. You’re more than welcome to come along.” Jaxson responded, gently rubbing Destra’s large snout.

The three remained at the hospital entrance for around a week, changing Destra’s bandaging every few hours and testing his weight on the wound, finding it had scarred over enough that he could walk, smiling some. He gave that leg a light stomp to test, proud to not feel too much pain from it as he gently picked up the two anthros, placing them on his shoulders, “Figured the two of you have used your legs for long enough, with what you’ve told me of your journey… hope you don’t mind.” He said softly as the two anthros chuckled a bit as he handed them their bags shortly after, “Not at all, Destra…thanks.” they said simultaneously to the large Deathclaw as he continued on their Northeastern path to find the Bunker. Destra looked around as he walked, the two anthros admiring the view from his back as Raiders who would’ve attacked them steered clear of the three when they saw Destra’s hulking body. After 3 hours of riding on Destra’s back through the wasteland, the group eventually made it to the Bunker’s exterior. The area seemed pretty barren, aside from a destroyed Military Checkpoint. The barricade was blown up as the two anthros hopped off Destra’s back, walking forward as they looked for the controls, “Come on… where’s the controls for this thing? We have to make sure the raiders didn’t get inside and loot the place dry.” Jaxson said as he walked into the checkpoint building, finding dead raiders and military soldiers everywhere. “Uhhh, Jaxson?.... This place is secure as hell…these raiders never made it to the controls... there’s just dead military in the control room.” Destra said as he used his height to look through the 3rd-floor windows as Jaxson rushed up the stairs to it, finding the door had been barricaded.

“Think you could bust through for me, Destra?” He said as he went back down the stairs, getting down as Destra nodded and used his tail to swing through the 3rd-floor barricade, obliterating the wall and sending debris flying before Jaxson rushed up the stairs to the control room. Jaxson looked around at the controls before taking out the Pip Pad and plugging it into the console, getting a notification that his clearance was recognized and out of date, “Son of a bitch…my credentials are too old... the only way to open that gate is either hack this terminal or brute force…” Jaxson commented as he began to start typing stuff in, the console buzzing each time it failed as he grumbled. Destra looked a bit on the perimeter as Bastian stood guard by the gate in case of more Raiders, while Jaxson tried different codes he was told before the war, eventually getting a successful beep followed by heavy movement as the Bunker doors slowly opened. He then put the Pip Pad away before leaping out of the broken window onto Destra’s hand, before hopping down and slowly walking inside with his M1918 BAR, ready with Destra and Bastian behind him. As they went down the ramp into the Bunker, they were initially greeted with a Parking Lot that had a small variety of Pre-War Military Transport. The rest of the space was set up like a Triage with supplies in the tents, with anything that didn’t fit inside the tents being put in large crates that filled the room.

“Holy Shit…we fucking found it…” Jaxson said as he walked over to the transports, followed by the other two as he walked over to a 2008 Paramount Marauder fitted with armor and a turret on top. He brought his hand out to the door to see inside, starting to open it before it suddenly shut, “The hell? That was weird.” He commented as he tried again, the door slamming shut more forcefully. The vehicle then started to deform and turn into a grey blob, and he quickly backed away. The three could only watch as the vehicle vanished and the blob started to form the large body of a Cryolophosaurus, the color appearing as it solidified. The Cryolophosaurus growled at the group before speaking, “Just what are you doing in this storage facility?” Jaxson slowly stepped forward to speak up for the group, “My name is Jaxson. I was a Major in the U.S. Marines for 32 years before an incident forced me to choose to retire for 6 years just before the bombs fell, where I was sent to Vault 120’s Military Wing with my wife and daughter, frozen for 210 years before I was witness to my wife’s death by some raiders, and my daughter stolen before I was frozen for another 55 years. I left the Vault, where I met Bastian here and saved him from potential severe hypothermia. After a few months of traveling, we met Destra here, this Deathclaw, who was injured, so we helped him, and now he is traveling with us. I was told of this facility years before the bomb fell in case I was needed… That’s how we knew of it, ma’am….but what are you?” Jaxson said as he looked up at her.

The Cryolophosaurus listened intently before responding, “I am Borana. I am what your kind back before the war called an Autosaur. I’m a Militiasaur, made for military purposes. I was created back in 2008, where I stayed loyal as long as I wasn’t forced to attack another of my kind. We were released to the public in 1987, where we worked alongside humans for years. Some of us were boats, planes, helicopters, and even tanks or construction vehicles.” Borana said as she lay down a bit, stretching some and groaning, “God….being in that quantum-lock for….265 years you said? Or however many it was for me, it sure makes my joints ache up a storm…being unable to move but also not aging…. it’s a benefit for not aging but a curse to not be able to move….so I do have to thank you for opening the doors and finally releasing the lock…” she said softly as Jaxson carefully stepped closer, gently rubbing her snout as she revved softly. “Well...maybe you could come with us? And not be stuck in here with aching joints. It’d probably feel nice being able to drive once again.” He proposed, Borana looking at him for a moment as she pondered the idea to herself. After a bit of pondering, she slowly stood back up, stretching once again before morphing back into her Marauder form and opening the front passenger and driver doors. “Then we shall, though I can’t carry Mr. Glutton over there. He’s far too big, but if there are any supplies you guys wish to grab, go ahead and put them in the back so that I can carry them for us.” she said as she opened the door to the back as Destra laid down beside her, quietly talking to her about the wasteland and what she should expect and keep an eye out for while they traveled. In the meantime, Jaxson and Bastian split up and grabbed anything they could, grabbing fuel cans filled with fuel, fresh food, and coolers filled with meat of various kinds as they loaded whatever they could into her back, saving room for a pair of sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets so if needed they can sleep in the back.

“Alright, that should be everything we need for a while. I can close this place back up when we leave to reinitiate the lock in case we want to come back to restock,” Jaxson said as he hopped into the driver’s seat. Bastian climbed into the passenger seat before shutting the doors gently. Jaxson carefully drove her back up the ramp, and Destra followed behind Borana, reaching into the control room tower and pressing a button to shut the doors. From there, the group traveled the wasteland, spending the following 8 years clearing out any raiders they came across, including Rust Devils, Robots, Ghouls, hostile Synths, and anything that attacked them. Sometimes, they even ate most of those they took care of, enjoying the feasts as they helped save on the resources they took from the storage facility. After receiving a call for help on Jaxson’s radio in the Pip Pad, they found an underground facility that was accessed by a teleporter, arriving to find the place completely in shambles, finding Brotherhood of Steel and institute members everywhere. “Holy shit….it was a bloodbath in here…” Bastian commented as they stepped over the bodies, walking deeper into the facility as they came across an odd device in the middle of a room that looked like it was a portal of some kind. “What the hell?.. Where do you think it goes?” Borana commented as Jaxson looked at a document, reading it, “It’s a Time Portal...set to…2024? Holy shit…we could leave...go to a time before the war!! I say we should… you’d be able to see more of your kind again, Borana…” Jaxson exclaimed, feeling excited as the group discussed for a moment before all agreeing to take the leap. They walked into the portal…finding themselves in the middle of a forest outside of a large mansion.