Screaming for help wouldn't aid Junkrat in the slightest. They were out in the middle of nowhere at night; the nearest town dozens of miles from their location. All he could do was run, run his fucking ass off. He ran from many things in his life but outrunning a feral man-hog? Well, it would make an amazing tall tale to tell when he started writing that book about his life. But he would never write that book if his blood and organs were spilled all over the ground and the canyon walls.
Junkrat was beginning to lose steam. His lungs burned and his legs stung, begging for him to stop and take a needed break. Another roar from the beast, oh so very close to his ear and suddenly, his energy had return and the pain faded behind a curtain of fear and death. Junkrat felt Hog's nails graze the skin on the middle of his back but just barely stayed out of the beast's grasp. He simply couldn't run for the rest of the night until his guard changed back to normal. Surely he was an eternal flame but even flames needed some kind of fuel to keep going. He needed some sort of plan, a plan to either scare or intimidate the Hog away from him.
When Junkrat fled inside the safety of the cave, the Hog hadn't immediately chased him down and attack. Whatever. He wasn't going to take any chances waiting around to see what would happen next. Frantically, he went for Roadhog's bike and attempted to turn it on. Why not scare the Hog with his own hog? Junkrat giggled at himself for his way with words until he heard a noise outside the cave again. His head whipped towards the entrance. The slow crunch of dirt and rock beneath hooves, a shadow grew larger the closer it came, the snorting and huffing. Fuck, he was coming and fast. He didn't have much time left.
The bike's ignition was empty, Junkrat cursed under his breath. Of course Roadhog wouldn't keep the key in the ignition so some thief could drive off with his prized possession. The man was paranoid about his ride. With haste, the young man dug through his partner's belongings, glancing over his right shoulder in quick succession. The Hog was growing nearer and Junkrat's heart was almost beating out of his chest.
Digging through one of the massive harnesses' many pockets produced a faded key with an old piggy shaped key ring. He would have commented how adorable in was if a man eating beast wasn't just several feet outside.
Another animalistic bellow caused Junkrat to jump. The key slipped out of his sweaty hands and it fell into the shadows untouched by the moonlight with a small clink. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not a second later Junkrat was on his hands and knees, scrambling about the dirt searching for the key. Come on, come on! He pled from his mind while he gnawed on his bottom lip. It was just here! Hurry up! An inky darkness washed over his entire body stretching all the way to the cave's opening to the hooves of its owner. Junkrat froze on the spot, only able to turn his head at the beast awaiting at Hell's door for him. The bones in his neck creaked when he did, his blood went cold, and his heart once again decided to bail out one his body. See ya later, heart. I heard knew ya.
A single giant step and the Hog was inside the cave. White moonlight filtered in rays behind the man-hog, highlighting the outline of his muscular body. Beady golden eyes shined down on him like small headlights in the dark before his eyes adjusted to the lighting. Another step forward and Junkrat fell back, pushing himself farther away from the Hog. The flaming biker pig tattooed on Hog's stomach was still somewhat visible through the strands of short silver fur. So was his numerous amount of bodily blemishes that had decorated Roadhog's skin before the change. Now, on closer inspection, the Hog still looked like his Roadie. Minus the tail, the ears, the bipedal legs, and the snout. Junkrat pushed his body back until there was no more cave left for him to distance himself from Hog. His shoulders blades dug into the smooth cave wall and he swallowed hard as the Hog walked to him, now towering over the young man. The spit couldn't make the lump that formed in his throat disappear. There had to be a way to convince the beast to not tear him into pieces like a cheap slice of meat.
"C-come on, Hoggie," Junkrat nervously stammered as he got back up to his feet. "It's me, Junkrat. Yer best mate. Handsome partner in crime. Yer dynamite gal!"
The reply from his hog turned bodyguard was a minimum, to say the least. His tail swished back and forth and his eyes seemed to eat the smaller man up instead with his mouth.
That was an…interesting response, Junkrat had to admit. He knew the big guy was a man of very, very few words but he never seen his eyes behind that mask. If he would had guessed, the Hog was checking him out. Junkrat soon chalked it up as a mere fluke. Roadhog never gave in to his many advances in the past. Why would Hog be different from his human counterpart? Or were they completely different?
"Hoggie?" Junkrat repeated, amber eyes locked onto intense yellow eyes. "Come on, Hoggie. Ya gotta be in there somewhere."
Hog stepped even closer, trapping Junkrat between the wall and his stomach. The fur coating Hog was soft to the touch against his taut abdomen, like a kitten. A large, murderous kitten with sharp tusks and hooves who could snap his spine in half. But a soft kitten, nonetheless. Hog craned his neck down, bringing his head and face inches away from Junkrat's. Squeezing his eyes shut, Junkrat braced himself for the worst to possibly happen to him. He only hoped that whatever it was, it would be quick painless.
A warm and moist surface pressed up against his cheek which made Junkrat flinch in response. There was snorting and huffing, hot breath heavy on his face. He cracked open an eye, his left eye, and raised a brow. Hog had his nose on his skin, sniffing instead of ripping him to shreds. The tiny hairs on that heart shaped nose tickled through the rough stubble on the curve of Junkrat's sharp jawline. He could barely contain his giggles as Hog's nose began to trail down his neck and over his collarbone. Strong, calloused hands grasped each side of Junkrat's pencil thin waist with unusual gentleness for a beast man. The fear he once felt melted into anxiety pooling and collecting in the depths of his stomach with slowly transformed into warm desire.
Junkrat's body soon stiffened when Hog's ivory tusks scraped the skin on his neck. He was going to crush his windpipe in between his teeth, Junkrat knew it. He winded back his metal hand squeezed tight into a fist, readying to give the big guy a hard right hook.
But Hog didn't take his whole neck in his mouth. No, he only nipped at his skin softly, tucking his thumbs underneath the waistband of Rat's shorts and traced them over his pelvis. A shaky breath fell out of Junkrat's mouth and he tilted his head to the side, giving the Hog more access to his vital veins. He was dancing with danger and was beginning to love every minute of it. The heat in his gut migrated to in between his legs just as Hog bit down with a little more pressure than before, hitting the right spot. The whimper that came from Junkrat's throat got a soul shaking growl out from Hog; a wonderful sound that brought back his fear in full force. Fear mixed with pleasure certainly got his gears turning and churning.
He felt his shoulder blades grow sore and raw the longer Hog had him pinned against the wall. Junkrat wanted to say something about it but he didn't know if Hog would even understand his words. One of Hog's hands grasped his backside, pulled him in into the curve of that muscular arm, and the teeth on his neck retracted. Once more was Junkrat face to face with the Hog; he still couldn't believe how tiny he felt compared to his bodyguard. He surely was a guy who had a thing for size difference. Those yellow eyes glared down at him and feeling smaller than he usually was, Junkrat couldn't help but to nervously grin.
Hoof steps thundered against the even ground as Hog walked to the cave's center. Junkrat opened his mouth to ask what was going on but his words were cut off when he fell from Hog's hold. He hit the floor with a thud on his side, the air left his lungs on contact. Fingers gripped his shorts and yanked them halfway down his thighs, exposing his half hard dick to the dry night air. Hog appeared to grow more agitated at the sight. His tail thrashed about and his gruff huffs turned to full blown panting. While Roadhog didn't show much care for him, the Hog couldn't get enough of him and was all over him. And Junkrat just soaked it all in.
Hog's wet nose returned to his skin, twitching as it trailed down his torso in a frenzy. When his nose touched the area of his pelvis just above his dick, Junkrat gripped onto Hog's ponytail and had him arching his back. He expected Hog to take him in the mouth right there. The thought of those tusks around the most sensitive part of his body made his blood run cold and his breath to cease.
He breathed again and easier when he figured out that wasn't the were-hog's intention. Hog pulled his shorts further down his legs and tossed both them and his boot off to the side. Then Hog dropped his own pants. The sight of Hog's dick had filled him with morbid interest and anticipation. Junkrat had caught glimpses of Roadhog's dick on occasion, during when the big guy took a leak usually. Nothing too special but the dick being presented to him was different than the one he was used to. While his balls and shaft appeared unchanged, the head of Hog's dick was curved, twisted like a corkscrew. It stood in attention against Hog's belly, just under his fur covered belly button.
Junkrat prayed that Hog wasn't expecting him to take that monster of a cock without lube or prep work. As much as he wanted the beast to be buried deep between his ass cheeks, he didn't want to be torn in half. It would take about a month of prepping to ready himself for sex with that dick. Perhaps another time, disappointingly. But he could make this situation work for him.
"Now let's not get too ahead of ourselves, Hoggie." Junkrat said, climbing to his feet. "You'll rip me apart if you go in dry. Can't do that. Not that."
Hog appeared to understand his words to some extent. He furrowed his brows and huffed loudly, stomping his hoof several times and scratching at the dirt.
"'Ey, don't be like that," the smaller man scolded, stepping closer to Hog. Junkrat pressed his body against the beast's body. One hand went around the Hog's dick and his metal finger curled around the silver ring pierced through his left nipple. He gave each a tight pull. "Just let lil ol' Jamison take real good care of ya," he said.
A moan slipped out of Hog's mouth along with his plump tongue and a tremble rocked his entire body. A positive reaction that had Junkrat smiling. Make a massive monster shaking by just his touch was empowering as hell. Another twist and pull of the dick and Hog's knees were shaking like a virgin schoolgirl. The big guy was much more sensitive in this form. Junkrat readied himself to get on his knees but suddenly Hog disengaged, slowly slipping his from the man's hold and taking a step back.
Junkrat, confused yet curious, watched Hog's actions carefully. He thought Hog was into it, so what was the big idea? Hog turned his back to him and got on his hands and knees. His tail laid off to the side of his body, showing off the roundness of his rear. Hog peered over his shoulder at Rat, eyes slightly closed with lust. Jackpot, Junkrat only thought was. He approached the exposed beast, gitty and his own cock fully erect. His hands caressed each fuzzy cheek, kneading them with his fingers like they were bread dough. He always wanted to cop a feel on his bodyguard's ass since the moment he met him. It was just as soft as he imagined it to be, plus he believed the fur made it even softer. Why didn't Roadie tell him his secret much sooner?
Hog's hole was dripping like a damn faucet when he parted those cheeks. The sheen of the natural lubricant shined in the little bit of moonlight that was available. Junkrat took himself and the base of Hog's tail in his hands then lined his dick up with Hog's awaiting hole. Another shiver quaked through the submissive Hog the moment he grabbed his tail. The strangely shaped dick twitched underneath the beast, dripping fluids onto the dirt floor.
"Look at ya," Junkrat said, the tip of his cock pressed up directly against the leaking hole. "Haven't even started and yer already ready fer me. Such a good boy." He gave the tail a tiny tug to end his sweet talk.
The praise brought out a moan from the beast and another when Junkrat pushed himself inside. There was barely any resistance. It felt like silk wrapped around him and like a vice grip when Hog tightened his muscles. Junkrat's toes curled in the dirt, grounded himself with the tail in his hand, and began to thrust with reckless abandonment. Pleasure ripped throughout his whole body with each passing second he was buried balls deep into Hog. A slow retreat was met with a hard thrust back in and a moan from both parties. Hog had his head hidden in his forearm, his black nails gripped the dirt as if his life depended on it. Sweat beaded on Junkrat's freckled skin ash his thrusts grew more frantic as time passed. It felt as if hours were shooting pass him. This was much different from fucking humans, Junkrat admitted.
"Good boy!" He praised again and tugged on his tail harder than he did before. Hog reacted with a loud grunt and squeezed harder around him. This sent Junkrat over the edge; he wasn't the one to last very long. He held on to Hog's tail in a death grip as he rode the waves of his orgasm, slipping inside the beast and gripping one of his ass cheeks. What sobered him out of the haze of pleasure was the earth shattering squeal that came from beneath him. Hog came and came hard. Hot cum splattered across the cool ground. Junkrat stroked the length of his partner rode out his own powerful orgasm.
"That's a good boy," whispered Junkrat, petting the sweat drenched fur on Hog's back.
Morning broke over the Outback, warming up the air chilled by the previous night. Sunlight crept into the cave which caused Roadhog to stir from his deep slumber. The large man was slow to sit up from the ground and rolled his muscles in his shoulders to chase away the usual aches. Another full moon came and went. He managed to make his way back to the cave too. He needed to collect his mask and boots before Rat got up. But something was off. A particular smell hung in the air that was familiar and he was missing his pants. To his left, Junkrat was equally as naked as he was by his side fast asleep. Roadhog's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates and buried his face in his hands, groaning in frustration. He couldn't, wouldn't, believe it.
The noise caused Junkrat to wake from his sleep and he cracked open one of his eyes. A grin developed on the young man's face. "Mornin', ya wild animal," he greeted.
All Roadhog could do was pinch the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh. He was going to have to really kill the kid now.