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Cowboys and Aliens Vore

Untitled Cowboys & Aliens vore fanfic.

Characters are all © The studio/creators of Cowboys & Aliens (2011)
Warning, contains soft m/m non-sexual vore. Don't like? Don't read.

For the benefit of those who haven't seen the film, but want to read this, there are character pictures in the description :3
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This takes place AFTER the film, but before Jake leaves the town.

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It had been a couple of weeks since the successful overthrow of the aliens menacing the small town. After returning to the town, Jake and the others had stopped to rest and see the rebuilding organised and started properly, before riding back out to the site of the battle, to make sure that all of the aliens were absolutely dead, and not going to return for more trouble. Also to make sure no potentially troublesome technology had fallen to earth after the explosion. With a few other men, Jake, Doc, and Woodrow spent a good few days searching the area, camping in the caves at night, and generally being very thorough in their search. As the seventh day of looking came around, most of the men were sent back to the town for supplies, or to swap places with another man, so that the search could be continued. Even though everyone was concerned about rebuilding, they all knew that they also had to make sure the danger was gone. Doc, Jake and Woodrow remained out in the desert to continue the search, and maintain a watch over the affected areas.
It was well into the early hours of the morning during their first night alone, and Jake was sitting, keeping a quiet watch over the silent, desert landscape. He held a lit cigarette in one hand, and the other, loosely, held the looking glass, in case he saw anything interesting that needed more detailed look.
He was just taking a long drag when something glinted in the soft light of the half moon, and he blinked, lowering the cigarette to stare more carefully. There was definitely something... glowing out there. He frowned, lifting the looking glass and peering through it at the thing, raising an eyebrow as he saw what appeared to be a small metal object glowing to itself in the distance, half embedded in the sand. He looked at his sleeping companions, and chewed his lip for a moment, considering. But Doc was exhausted from the hard work and desert heat... and the colonel wasn't getting any younger, so he decided not to wake them, and stood up, starting to walk carefully out towards the item of interest, he finished his cigarette on the way, and ground the stub with the heel of his boot before continuing on his way. He reached the source of the glow, and looked in confusion at a strange device that looked a little the one he had had attached to his arm as a weapon for some time before the battle. Cautious, as he knew that to be a weapon, he picked up a stick from the nearby bushes, and carefully excavated the sand around the device, pleased to see it open, deactivated, and without an alien arm attached. Well... the other one had been extremely useful to them... so perhaps this one would be too? He flipped the thing over, so that the side supposed to close around the wrist was facing upwards, then he cautiously plopped his arm down into the thing, giving a soft shout of surprise as it snapped shut, a perfect fit around his arm, just like the other one had been. He frowned though, as he realized this one looked different, and he lifted it, trying to activate it in the same way as he had the other one.
However, whilst this one did open up and light up like the other one had, it was also somewhat different... as it did not seem to have any kind of aiming device. He frowned a bit, feeling for the handle that had served as a trigger last time, and finding it, he gave it a firm pull.
The effect was immediate. He fell over on his bum in shock as what felt like a shockwave shot through him, making his ears pop, and then ring numbly. He blinked, shaking his head to try and fight off the dizziness this caused him, but frowned as his vision suddenly blurred, he saw a bright blue glow, and suddenly fell back onto the sand as all his muscles gave up on him. A few moments passed, a sharp ache growing in his mind, and spreading through him, like his entire body was being over stuffed somehow. His back arched in pain, and he struggled where he lay on the sand, strange feelings shooting through him, the sensations building and intensifying... and then suddenly, as fast as they had come... they went, leaving him shivering and panting on the sand.
He gasped a few deep breaths, and sat up in a rush, rubbing his eyes a few times to clear the fuzziness in his vision before staring in shock at what he saw before him. The landscape had changed! He was somewhere else than when he had last been... everything looked a lot flatter now... but wait... he frowned as he looked back the way he had come, and saw the familiar cave in the cliffside where his friends rested. But... why did it look lower down now? He frowned, looking around at the ground under him... the tiny little weeds he was now crushing... were... the bushes that had been around him before. He started to breathe heavily as he reached down and took hold of one, plucking it out of the ground and bringing it up to his face to stare at it. It wasn't absolutely tiny in his hand... but... it seemed about eight inches tall. So he must be... bigger... a lot bigger... he gasped, putting the thing aside and standing up, gulping nervously as he realised the ground looked so far away... he didn't consider himself to be frightened of heights... but he was looking at the ground at least fifty feet below him, which was higher than he was used to being. He lifted his hands and looked at them, trying desperately to comprehend any of this. His eyes caught on the object around his wrist, now inactive and silent. This... must have been caused by that! He gasped, and scrabbled at it with his fingers, trying to remove the thing... what on earth had it done to him?! However, try as he might, he could not get the gauntlet to come undone, it was firmly fixed onto his arm, and he could not remove it. After a moment or two, he became uncomfortably aware of how... obvious he would be to anyone or anything looking at him in the surrounding landscape, and he sat down, wincing at the loud noise this made... sitting down should NOT be that loud! But as he now seemed to be fifty feet tall... There wasn't much he could do about that! He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself and slow his racing heart slightly... and he was sure that he could HEAR it now that it was an organ of such immense size.
Once he felt a little more gathered, he carefully lifted the device on his wrist, and tried to activate it. If he could repeat what he had done before, perhaps he could return to normal size? He held the thing up, like a weapon, as he had before, focusing on it for a long moment. He held his breath as he did so, hoping, praying that somehow it would work. He felt his heart leap into his throat as the device activated and he felt the trigger in his grasp again. For a moment he paused nervously, as he realized that this might make him bigger again... but at the same time, might fix him. He sighed and chewed his lip at the equal chance, then closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger anyway.
He shuddered as there was an immediate wave of dizziness, causing him to fall back onto the sand again... and then the same agonizing processes as before. He kept his eyes closed, and did everything he could not to throw up as this continued, finally panting in relief as the sensations faded, and he found himself lying in quiet again.
Nervously, he sat up, and looked around, and heaved a huge sigh of relief at what he saw... rolling hills towering all around, and shrubs as tall as a man looming over him. He was normal again! He sat up and looked around himself to be absolutely certain, intensely relieved to realise that all around him, things were normal again. He scrambled up onto his feet, and looked at the thing around his wrist, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. It made sense now... he could see why this thing would have been made... it would have helped the aliens immensely to be able to become fifty foot tall giants whilst in combat with them, and whilst it did occur to him that there must have been a reason they hadn't, he felt that it was definitely worth hanging onto the gauntlet for now. After all, he had come out here to make sure that things like this weren't lying around any more. Almost embarrassed now, for his earlier fear, Jake stumbled back to the cave with his comrades and flopped down on his sleeping roll with a sigh, trying to straighten his thoughts out.
He hoped to be able to sleep peacefully until morning after that, but some hours later, he was awoken as a vicious gust of wind whipped into the cave, bringing the sting of fast moving sand with it. He blinked, gasping in shock, and immediately coughing as this brought him a mouthful of sand. "Ugh!" He exclaimed, sitting up, spitting and shaking his head, "What the...?"
"It's a sandstorm!" called Doc, over the sound of the rushing wind at him.
"Get everything to the back of the cave!" Shouted the colonel, knowing just as well as any of them how bad it could be for them to be stuck during a sandstorm.
Jake frowned, but obeyed, helping the two other men drag everything to the back of the cave... but even there, they were not sheltered, the air thick with dust and sand, and the wind still occasionally whipping them. "This isn't going to work!" called Jake over the sound of the wind. "We need better shelter!"
"And I suppose you're just going to walk out there and find us some?!" Exclaimed Doc.
"He's right Jake." Agreed Woodrow, "This aint perfect, but there's no way any of us is going out there in this. We've got to work with what we have."
Jake frowned, wincing as the wind whipped the sand around them into a frenzy, causing him to cover his eyes defensively. "Are you kidding? This will choke all of us!"
"What choice do we have?"
"If we could only block the cave entrance..." said Doc. It was their typical bad luck that the wind happened to be blowing right towards the cave entrance.
"Maybe we can..." said Jake thoughtfully, looking at his arm. "Woodrow, give me your neckerchief, and anything else you got that could protect my face. "I'm going out there, I have an idea."
"Are you crazy man?!" exclaimed the doc, "Why?!"
"Just go with me on this!" Snapped Jake.
Confused, but realizing their options were pretty limited, Woodrow obeyed, and seeing this, so did Doc. A few minutes later, Jake looked a little like an alien himself, every part of him protected one way or another. "Okay," he called, to get his words both through the neckerchiefs around his face, and over the wind. "Trust me, this will work."
He turned, and putting his arms up in front of his face to help protect it from the wind, he walked out into the storm. Once out of sight of the others, he lifted his arm, activating the thing on his wrist. Praying that this would work, he activated the thing, and closed his eyes as the horrible sensations began again. This time though, perhaps because he was more accustomed to it, or just expecting the process, Jake was not so hard hit, and was able to recover more rapidly.
Once he felt he was able, he lifted his fifty foot form, and crawled to the cave entrance, turning around and flopping down in front of it, with his back firmly pressed into the hole, protecting his friends from the biting wind and relentless sandblasting. This done, he curled himself up, pulling his hat down over his face, and basically protecting every inch of himself that he was able.