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His boots crunched over the rough, sun-baked earth, each step kicking up a cloud of dust that clung to his jeans. The horizon shimmered with heatwaves, broken only by the skeletal remains of long-abandoned vehicles and the occasional twisted metal sign. A black crow watched him from the rusting hulk of a pickup truck, its beady eyes gleaming with curiosity. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his forehead. His throat felt as dry as the cracked desert floor beneath him. Ahead loomed the crumbling shell of a gas station, its once-bright colors faded to ghostly pastels. He quickened his pace.

The man paused at the entrance, scanning for any signs of danger. A gust of hot wind rattled a loose strip of sheet metal on the roof. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. Rows of empty shelves greeted him, picked clean long ago by scavengers like himself. Only dust motes remained now, dancing lazily in the streams of sunlight filtering through shattered windows.

He moved cautiously through the wreckage, sidestepping a broken display case and ducking beneath a tangle of exposed wiring. A faint noise made him freeze—a yelling growing louder by the second. Raiders. He had minutes at best.

Heart pounding, he glanced around for cover and spotted a grimy door marked “Restrooms” hanging slightly ajar. He bolted for it, skidding to a halt in front of the rusted handle. The rumble of voices intensified outside, accompanied now by gunshots that set his nerves on edge.

He sprinted into the bathroom, wrenched the door from its hinges, and dove through. A soft shuffle inside and a quick click of the lock left him catching his breath. Heart still racing, he made a momentary scan of the room, taking stock of his surroundings. The place was a mess, with bits of broken tile strewn across the floor and a cracked mirror hanging precariously over a filthy sink. He leaned against a wall, exhaling slowly, unaware he wasn’t alone until another shuffling sound caught his attention. He whipped his head around, eyes narrowing at the source of the noise. Two of the stalls stood closed, as if encasing hidden threats. He hesitated, then crept toward one, bending down to peer beneath the door.

Paws? Two paws?

He straightened, baffled but intrigued. With cautious curiosity, he opened the stall door and blinked at a sight more bizarre than he’d imagined. A nightstalker dangled awkwardly, her tawny brown fur shimmering in the dim light. She appeared stuck, with her front paws dragging along the ground and her rear end suspended in the air. The creature’s tail, olive green, scaled, and far longer than any he’d ever seen, stretched upwards and over the stall partition, its dangling length disappearing into the next one.

“Heeeyyyyy…” said the creature, in a voice that was unmistakably feminine. “Sorry, stall’s in use. I probably have another 20 minutes or so until the knot slips out, so you’ll have to wait.”

He gaped, trying to process the unexpected situation. He shook his head, incredulous, and pulled his eyes away to check the next stall. He stepped to the side and swung open the adjacent door. The sight there made him blink again. The excess length of tail trailed downwards, and next to it was a glowing blue knotted member pressed against the wall, pulsing faintly beside a hole in the stall. The dangling shaft dripped with a luminous white fluid, and another one just like it was quite clearly still stuck in the gloryhole. He could only imagine he’d walked in right after the creature’s climax.

The incongruity of the situation froze him, leaving him so dumbfounded that he forgot for a moment the string of raiders on his trail. His head spun with the absurdity of it all—the nightstalker in her ungainly predicament, her nonchalance, the surprisingly hot thought of her fucking herself. Somewhere outside, the raiders’ shuffling reminded him of the danger. He quickly snapped back to the urgency of the moment and cast a panicked glance at the two stalls. After a split-second decision, he reached for the stall with just the dangling tail, figuring it might be the safer bet. He swung the door shut on the nightstalker’s front half and slipped into the stall with her tail.

“Jeez, man.” Her voice came from the stall beside him, amused and breezy. “Ever heard of knocking? What, you want a round? I’m down but again you’re gonna have to wait.”

“Raiders outside,” he murmured, barely audible over the growing clamor. Shouts between the crazy fucks escalated as they came in and started tearing up the gas station. The noise set him on edge as he held his pistol in his grip tightly. He let out a soft gasp as he saw her head peeking at him from underneath the stall wall, upside down with a grin that made him wonder if she actually thought this was funny.

“Ah, well. Yeah, can’t really fight them off from my position. Hiding’s probably a good idea.” She gave her tail’s rattle a gentle shake right in front of his face, the sound sharp and crisp in the air. He brazenly reached out and grabbed it, his fingers wrapping around the textured surface to hold it still, silencing its warning chime.

He had to clench his jaw to keep from shouting. “Shhh! Don’t make any noises,” he whispered angrily through the side of his mouth. “Hopefully they leave the locked bathroom alone!”

“Damn, that’s a new one,” she teased with a sultry lilt. “Never had someone grab my tail before introducing themselves.” He kept his mouth shut, gritting his teeth and willing her to be silent. The raiders’ voices boomed through the walls, punctuated by the sound of objects smashing against the floor. He nearly yelped when a crash echoed nearby, but quickly covered his mouth with his hand. The air felt taut as a wire, every second stretching on endlessly. I’m gonna die because of a horny nightstalker, he thought bitterly, as the noise of their rampage grew nearer.

When one of the raiders shouted, “Oi, I’m gonna take a shit!” the man nearly came out of his skin. His eyes darted to the door. He held his breath, his entire body tensed like a wounded animal bracing for the kill. It was only a matter of time now before they burst in and found him. He was screwed. Totally screwed. The nightstalker didn’t seem to share his anxiety, eyeing him from her awkward position with a bemused look. He could almost hear the laughter in her eyes as she watched him panic. This is it, he thought grimly. But to his shock, the raider’s heavy steps never approached. Instead, he heard more shouting, this time with laughter, and the clamor began to recede, growing fainter until it was just a distant echo.

The man waited with bated breath, hardly daring to hope. It seemed like a trick, as if they were playing some kind of sick game with him. He almost didn’t trust his luck until the last sound faded and silence closed in around him. They were gone. The assholes were really gone.

He released a long sigh of relief and finally let go of the nightstalker’s rattle. He couldn’t believe they had left the bathroom alone, but he wasn’t about to question it. He looked at the creature sprawled beneath the stall, who was watching him with amused, golden eyes.

“Wow,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “I was sure those fuckers were gonna find us.”

It was so quiet the man could hear his heart thundering in his ears. He watched the gracefully sprawled nightstalker, who seemed almost oblivious to their narrow escape. A sharp, fleshy pop finally sounded as her knot slimmed down enough to slip free. A torrent of the luminescent fluid splattered onto the stall floor with her loud moan of satisfaction. “Yeeeeaaaaah. That’s the stuff,” she said, her voice lilting upwards in a husky sigh. “Hoo, nothing like a near-death experience to really get your rocks off.” The man flinched as her tail swung back in front of his face, giving him a front-row view of her dual shafts hanging limp. Both impressive dicks slowly retracted into a slit in her tail, still hanging in front of him like a beacon. The raiders were gone. The threat was gone. The man shared the space now only with the strange creature, and his brain finally processed that the nightstalker he shared this bathroom with wasn’t quite normal.

“So,” he said, allowing his confusion to tumble into words as he stared at the now vacant stall, “you talk, huh?”

Her upside-down face smirked at him as she withdrew, casually pulling her tail over the bathroom partition. The length of it snaked upwards, over the top, and then disappeared completely to the other side. He gathered himself, trying to collect his thoughts, but they scattered again like rats when she pushed open his stall door.

She appeared before him in full view this time, her discerning blue and violet eyes glinting with mischief. Her fur bristled with a tawny sheen as she straddled the space with a sinuous grace that suggested she had never been stuck at all. The last bit of the tail snapped back into place, the thick base of it pulling snugly against her body, and she gave him a look that was as bold as the situation was absurd.

“Yeah, I speak,” she said, smirking at him and holding his gaze. “And I beg. And I roll over, and I play dead.” A suggestive pause followed as she leaned in closer, her eyes locked onto his. “Lots of other tricks, too, in case you couldn’t tell.”

The man gulped, unsure of the creature’s intentions, but he couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins at the thought of the nightstalker. The panic and urgency of the raid dissolved, and now he was left with something else, something raw that crept up on him with equal intensity. His eyes roamed over her, taking in her sinewy body and those bright eyes that seemed to have seen right through his clothes. When was the last time that he had been with someone aside from his hand and a box of tissues? And here this thing was, practically soaked in sex appeal, obviously coming onto him? She wasn’t just some animal. She was smart, aware, and more than willing. He felt an ache deep down, a need that flared with a new kind of desperation.

“I’m Nocchi, by the way,” she said, catching the glint in his eyes. She had him, hook line and sinker. He couldn’t look away as she flicked her tongue over her lips, her entire being an invitation that made his blood rush. “Your all’s gloryholes are way too small. I was only able to service my cunt, and my ass is feeling a little lonely.”

A thrill shot through him, hard and sudden, and he didn’t care anymore why or how. All he knew was that the situation had taken a wild turn, an outrageous turn, and he was along for the ride. She turned around slowly, raising up her tail, giving him a show. He watched, mesmerized, as she shifted her body with a practiced ease, as if she’d shown herself off a thousand times before. Her coyote pussy dripped with glowing white fluid, a beacon that screamed for attention. The puckered asshole above it pulsed in anticipation, tight and tempting. The slit at the base of her tail, where her impressive tools had disappeared, began to part again. He could already see the tips of them poking out, bright blue and ready at the thought of another round.

He stared at her, speechless, his very breath knocked out of him by the way she so brazenly presented herself. The sight of her—that dripping, glowing cunt, that puckered, pulsing asshole, those hard blue tips of her cocks—left him dizzy with disbelief and longing. Lust roared to life in him, a wild and unruly thing that fought with the absurdity of it all. She waited, showing no impatience, her body a shameless display almost as if she were deliberately mocking every taboo. What the hell, he thought, all sense finally caving beneath baser instincts. When was the last time he’d had an offer like this? When was the last time he’d had any offer at all? His tongue darted out to moisten his dry lips as he made up his mind.

Nocchi didn’t say a word, didn’t need to, really. She maintained her inviting pose, looking at him over her shoulder with that same expectant gaze, daring him to act. Her mouth twisted into a knowing smirk, her playfulness never ceasing. She gave her hips a little sway, back and forth, beckoning him in as if she were reeling him in on a line.

Haggardly, he stepped forward, still a little unsure, but the fire in his loins from watching her was undeniable. The couple feet of distance between them shrank as he took his first tentative steps, then sucked in a sharp breath as his cock hardened beneath his pants. His stride grew more certain, and he shambled toward her with a growing confidence. He fell down to his knees as he closed in, his face irresistibly drawn to her ass like a magnet. The closer he got, the quicker his hesitations vanished, replaced by a raw and urgent need. He was practically panting now, gulping air as he inhaled her musky scent. There was nothing but her, nothing but the pounding in his ears and the heat that rushed through him.

She loomed in front of him, the anticipation almost intolerable, her body calling to him with a wild and untamed hunger. She had him; she knew she had him. Her bold eyes watched as he closed the distance, her cocks creeping out further and further to brush against the stubble on his cheek as he found the courage he so desperately needed. She could feel the heat coming off him, the need radiating from him as he finally buried his face against her asshole. He’s gonna dive face-fuckin’ first! Nocchi thought, and her breath caught with excitement as he did exactly that. She relaxed into his touch, letting out a low, sultry moan as she felt his tongue dart out with a quick flick, tasting her divine flavor — sweat, musk, and fluids seeping out of her ass in hot anticipation. Each taste seemed to destroy his remaining willpower; each taste made him decide not to give a fuck anymore. Nocchi settled down further, leaning her front end down and resting her head against her front paws. Her blissful sigh filled the room as she let him completely work her over.

His tongue lapped at her muted blue pucker, and he stopped every few seconds to just take a big inhale, loving the primal scent and panting with need. She felt him go all-in as he pressed against her with an eager desperation — like he was finally giving himself permission to enjoy every second of it. The man’s entire body was giving into her, his arousal growing with every moment, as she loomed before him with a brazen sexiness that spurred him on like a dog in heat. He lavished attention over her, his breath warm and ragged, barely able to contain the mounting thrill of it all. The closer he got, the deeper he went, the more he lost himself to the sweet, musky taste of her. There was no more confusion left; it was pure, unbridled need, and he was devouring it.

His mind spiraled, spinning out of control, as he indulged in the near-overwhelming sensation, as he tasted the luminous fluids that oozed into his mouth. She was so fucking hot. So fucking sexy. And he wanted to lap her ass until he died. He was more than happy to oblige. Her scent, her taste, her entire being pressed over him, and he surrendered to it all. He dug his fingers into her hips as he worked her, bringing his mouth against her so hard it almost hurt — but pain was the last thing on his mind.

Eventually he gave into the growing urge to finish and pulled his tongue away, the raw need reducing him to something animalistic.

He backed away from Nocchi, his face pulled back and his eyes transfixed on the sight of her ass. Her puckered hole was slightly looser now and wet with his saliva after the intense working of his tongue. It pulsed obscenely, a testament to how deep he’d gone into her darkest place. The blue tips of her cocks framed the loosened hole, the entire sight a massive turn-on that sent wild thrills through his body. It was almost too much to take in. Her dual lengths hung fully emerged again, but the man didn’t mind; the way they gave him full access was surprisingly hot, and he found himself drawn momentarily between wanting to have them in his mouth or thrusting deep.

Her body was a tangle of raw sex, and his mind reeled with the possibilities. Eh, fuck it, he thought again as he caught his breath, no longer concerned with anything but the flaming desire that coursed through him.

A strangled grunt escaped him as he tore at his pants, fumbling to unbuckle, unzip, and shove them down. There was no pause, no hesitation, as his engorged member sprang free. Nocchi looked back at him with a grin, her eyes filled with mischief and expectation. She waved her ass at him again and this time he didn’t hold back, moving forward, his dick aching and ready.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, his pecker finding the entrance to her glistening hole with a desperate urgency. He could feel the heat of her cocks and squeezed them together with one hand, pressing the bright blue flesh against his own shaft. The slick lengths rubbed against his dick like a vice, and a satisfied smirk crossed his face.

He loved every fucking second of it. Her snug asshole, the way it stretched around him, the way her twin cocks were caught between their bodies as he fucked her like crazy. His breath came in stuttered gasps as he pushed deeper, leaning over her and pulling her hips into him harder and harder. Nocchi let out a low growl of pleasure as she felt him shiver against her, his body rocking with a barely-contained frenzy. The feel of his skin against her scales and fur was electric; the feel of his dick pounding inside her even more so.

She wanted to laugh, to scream, to purr, completely caught up in the blissful sensations coursing through her. She clenched around him as he thrust, feeling every inch of his cock slide against the tightness of her insides. She squeezed her own cocks together with a practiced flex of her tail’s base and delighted in the way they rubbed against each other with each movement. The man went wild at this extra stimulation, his rhythm breaking down into frantic thrusts that left him groaning with every push. He was losing himself again. Losing himself to Nocchi’s body and loving it.

The air was thick with the heat between them, filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh and heavy breaths and low moans. He was teetering on the edge but held on with sheer willpower — he didn’t want it to end yet, not when it felt this goddamn good.

“Fuck,” he grunted out loud, almost a whimper as he continued to slam into her. “Fucking… so good.”

Nocchi just gave a breathless chuckle and bucked back against him, encouraging him to keep going until he couldn’t anymore.

“Yeah? You gonna… give me your massive load?” she taunted, words slipping out between a gasp and a moan.

Her teasing sent another jolt through him — another bit of fuel for the fire threatening to consume him whole. His mind raced but his body was completely hers now. He gave in and held nothing back; just pure, heated frenzy as he rammed into Nocchi with reckless abandon.

His body tensed up; he was so close; there was no holding back anymore; his vision swam; his head spun; there was no air left in his lungs; there was only release — and it hit him hard enough to make everything go white for one blissful moment.

Her cocks throbbed violently against his shaft, releasing hot streams of fluid that covered them both in a sticky mess. The pulsing was too much for him; it sent him over the edge in an instant. His body tensed and froze as he shot load after shuddering load inside of her, filling her up until it spilled back out around him in thick rivulets.

He collapsed against her back when it finally stopped, completely spent but utterly satisfied. His breathing came shallow and ragged next to Nocchi’s ear as she let out one last laugh at how thoroughly she had finished him off.

His weight was comforting and heavy on her back as his body went limp. She licked her lips and hummed to herself, enjoying the way he twitched with every little aftershock. His groans settled into soft, breathless murmurs, and Nocchi could feel his heartbeat pulsing weakly inside her. She squeezed around him one last time before pushing back.

He slipped out with a wet pop and collapsed onto the floor, completely overwhelmed. Warmth leaked from her hole and trickled down her thighs in thick streams, pooling beneath them in a messy puddle. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips as he lay there, eyes closed, savoring the raw tingle of overstimulation that coursed through his body.

Nocchi stretched lazily, flicking her tail and shaking off some of the mess that coated her scales. Her own cocks dripped with sticky fluid as they softened back into her slit, the dull blue glow fading until all that remained was a faint smear of color against her fur.

“Alive over there?” she teased, looking down at him with an amused smirk. The man managed a weak nod, words failing him as he basked in the haze of exhausted pleasure. He opened his eyes just in time to see Nocchi’s silhouette against the dim light — looking back over her shoulder, eyes still glinting with wicked satisfaction.

She gave him an exaggerated wink before turning away, her wagging ass leaving a trail of white behind as fluid continued to drip from her open hole.

“I think the raiders have moved far enough away,” she called over her shoulder with a playful lilt. “If we ever run into each other again, I’d be down for a repeat.”

Her footsteps were light and casual as she sauntered across the room, unconcerned by the marks they left behind or the stunned figure watching her leave.

A low chuckle reverberated through him; he couldn’t decide whether it was disbelief or admiration or both. He didn’t care. All he knew was that she was insane — and that he couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

Nocchi reached the door and paused just long enough to cast one last glance back at him before disappearing into the hallway.

“Word to the wise though, other nightstalkers aren’t as friendly as I am.” she added with a final taunt, voice echoing faintly as she disappeared around the corner.

The man lay there for a moment longer, letting everything sink in. The smell of sex hung thick in the air; warmth spread through his limbs; he felt deliriously alive despite how completely used-up Nocchi had left him.

Eventually he pulled himself up onto wobbly arms and looked around at the chaotic scene. The puddles on the floor shone slick in the half-light; everything was damp and tangled and utterly perfect. With another breathless laugh at himself — at how completely she’d destroyed him — and grabbed his pants.

“Fuck. She took my caps.”