The Quarry Junction Challenge
Laurie, a courier in New Vegas, enters deathclaw territory while in heat. Who can possibly guess what happens next?
It was a rite of passage for every Courier to eventually return to Quarry Junction. The place was miserably difficult, so much so that the recommended route from Goodsprings to New Vegas looped around the entire Mojave to avoid it. But, sooner or later, everyone grew strong enough to try tackling the place head-on.
Laurie knew it would still be dangerous at level 19, but the beautiful desert dawn, comforting drawl of Mr. New Vegas in her ear, and arsenal full of heavy weapons in her pack gave the gray wolf confidence. By this point, but she had faced down countless dangers - Super Mutant Masters, Legionary assassins, Cazadors (she shuddered at the thought), and many more. Compared to all that, what were a few oversized lizards?
Besides, she was an avid achievement hound and returning to Quarry Junction gave her an opportunity to snag one of the rarest of all - "The Quarry Junction Challenge," whose description read simply: "Complete Claws Out while in heat." Claws Out was an unmarked quest to kill the Deathclaw Alpha Male and the Deathclaw Mother that stalked the quarry, reopening the route to New Vegas and allowing the stranded miners to return to work.
In preparation for the quest, she had counted down the days on her Vault-Tec TempTracker until, finally, the Vault Boy appeared on her HUD, dabbing sweat from his brow. The notification beside him read: "You are now in heat."
Laurie had hardly needed the notification to tell her that with the telltale warmth blooming between her legs and pounding desire flooding her mind. The HT status effect came with hefty stat penalties as well, such as a -5 to Intelligence. This was her body's way of ensuring she wouldn't consider the consequences of letting some horny male give her the relief she needed so badly. But a regular supply of Mentats kept her INT at 4 - a little slower and more impulsive than usual, but still manageable.
Laurie's heat complicated the already difficult task before her, hence the rarity of the achievement. The wolf's intoxicating scent would make sneaking impossible, even with a Stealth Boy, and would drive any male Deathclaws into a mating frenzy.
As she neared the entrance to the quarry, the rising sun shone pink and gold on the white limestone and a growing warmth presaged the unbearable heat of the day. Just then, her vision blurred and a notification appeared: "You are suffering from Mentats withdrawal." Shit. She had forgotten to redose in time, and withdrawal plus the now-unmitigated heat put her Intelligence at 1 - "Sub-Brick," as the Vit-o-matic Vigor Tester would say.
Going after an achievement was boring, she thought. Why not fast travel back to the Strip, head into Gomorrah, and spread her legs on one of those comfy pillows? Soon enough, her scent would draw in some muscular, pent-up canine, some walking sperm delivery system to fill her needy pussy, hose down her guts with warm seed, and satisfy her heat the way it was meant to be satisfied. After all, she would go into heat again later. Again, and again, and again.
She caught her paw drifting between her legs, but some part of her recognized that if she started she wouldn't be able to stop. Instead, she reached for a fresh Mentat with shaking paws and popped the chem into her muzzle. The withdrawal ended, and her Intelligence returned to its respectable 4.
Her ears swiveled toward the unexpected sound of a low hiss, coming from somewhere near the Junction 15 Railyway Station behind her, and she quickly switched off the radio. She crouched into stealth, and saw that her detection status read CAUTION in bright red letters. Laurie almost hoped it was a deathclaw who had wandered out of its usual territory - that way, she would be able to test her strength against a single one before facing down a whole pack.
Keeping her ears pricked up, she circled around the low concrete platform. After a deep breath to steady herself, she popped around the corner, gauss rifle at the ready. The source of the sound, she discovered, was only a Radroach.
She sighed in relief and holstered her rifle. Not wanting to waste ammo on the small pest, she equpped her lead pipe and crushed it with two blows. With that taken care of, it was finally time to enter Quarry Junction.
Turning around, she nearly ran directly into the Deathclaw towering over her. The hulking beast was covered in leathery scales from horned head to razor-sharp toeclaws, with a muscular, spiked tail poised dangerously behind it. Its vacant eyes stared down at the small wolf, sensitive nostrils flaring at her scent. Judging by the sheer bulk of muscle before her, this was not just any Deathclaw but the Alpha she had come all this way to defeat.
Laurie's heart pounded. There was nowhere to flee where those powerful legs wouldn't catch up with her in seconds, and she still held only the lead pipe in her paw. With no other choice, she swung it into the thing's horrible face.
One of its eponymous claws swept through the air faster than her Perception stat could follow and crashed into the pipe, sending it flying. Hopeless as it was, she had no choice now but to run.
Her footpaws pounded the dirt as she sought out anything that might save her - a building to take shelter inside, a narrow gap between two stones through which the huge creature couldn't follow, maybe even an NCR patrol that would join the fight.
No such luck, even with that stat at 7. The wolf leaped in panic as she felt claws brush her tail, and she knew she had no choice but to turn and fight. Diving to the side, she drew her rifle and entered VATS as she whipped around.
Her HUD froze on the Deathclaw in mid-pounce, its arms outstretched and ready to turn her into dog meat. Saying a quick prayer, Laurie programmed VATS to fire until the end of her AP, and most likely the end of her life.
The first explosive round caught the Deathclaw in the chest, knocking it back far enough that Laurie felt a flash of hope. Then it regained its footing and started forward again. The next round had no visible effect - the Alpha didn't even seem to feel it.
With a single slash, it shred her combat armor and a second slash cut the straps of her pack. Notifications flashed on her HUD: "Lost item: 10mm ammo." "Lost item: Ant meat." And, finally, "Lost item: Stimpack."
Laurie's heart sank. Without stimpacks, one or two direct hits from those claws would take her HP to 0. As her gauss rifle continued to fire ineffectively another slash tore away her combat armor entirely, revealing her vulnerable throat and belly.
It crouched low as it prepared a final pounce, and Laurie braced herself for the mortal blow. It careened toward her, but instead of slicing through her fur and flesh, its arms wrapped around her as the Alpha tackled her to the ground.
Looking down, she realized the Deathclaw's true goal when she noticed the monstrous cock swelling between its legs. She smelled the musk of the aroused, powerful male and, despite herself, her pussy pulsed in time with her rapid heartbeat.
The Alpha lowered its head and Laurie's fur rippled as the thing took a long huff of her scent. Its already massive cock throbbed and grew another several inches as the smell of Laurie's heat did its work on the male brain.
The wolf knew she couldn't let that thing inside her. Deathclaws' potent seed was virtually guaranteed to leave its victims with a swollen belly, and Laurie was especially vulnerable with that HT status effect still lit up on her HUD.
She wriggled away through the dirt, but a strong claw on her belly stopped her. Its other claw ripped away her underclothes and exposed her unprotected pussy. Her underclothes were soaked - had she really been that turned on?
The Alpha pressed its cock against her belly with a shuddering growl of desire. Other than the size, the red, sensitive cock was almost canine, with a small knot beginning to sprout at the base. What felt like a gallon of precum oozed from the tip and soaked into Laurie's fur in sticky waves. It was warm, too - so warm that Laurie thought she might catch fire when it entered her hot pussy.
If it did, she corrected herself. She couldn't give up hope, couldn't let herself be an incubator for another one of these killers to be brought into the world. Steeling herself, she raised her legs and kicked at the Deathclaw's soft belly with her footpaws.
That only angered it. It scooped its claws under her, digging painfully into her flesh, and turned her over onto her belly. A claw forced her muzzle into the dirt as the Alpha slid its shaft against her opening. It humped over her lips until both of them were thoroughly lubricated with precum as well as the fluid of her own traitorous arousal. Each time its heavy balls brushed her, she couldn't help imagining the virile seed churning inside, ready to relieve their pressure into a warm hole.
The Alpha lowered its cockhead into position, and Laurie braced herself. There was no way that thing was actually going to fuck her, right? Its girth wouldn't let it fit more than a couple inches into her, let alone the whole length.
Yet she was sure the male wouldn't be satisfied until it was fully buried, ensuring that that gorgeous cock was aimed right at her ripe and ready womb. The heat was really getting to her now, her body shutting down her mind to ensure she wouldn't back out of an opportunity to breed - not that she had any say in the matter.
With a threatening growl, as though warning its female not to move, the Deathclaw began to push into her. Despite its size, its cock was so well-lubricated that it popped inside with a horrible, wonderful stretch. Knowing that it was almost time, her heat flooded her mind with narcotic reward chemicals, making it hard to remember that she had wanted to resist.
Without waiting for her to get comfortable, the Alpha began to rut, each powerful thrust burrowing just a little deeper into its pinned wolf. Laurie cried out in mixed pleasure and pain, wanting more and more even as she struggled to accommodate her breeder. Finally, with one last pounding thrust she knew the Deathclaw was fully inside when she felt its heavy balls slap against her.
This was it - exactly what her body needed. Laurie had never been knocked up before, had always made sure to have Heat-X close at paw when her time came. Now, she felt for the first time the primal, feral urge to mate and be filled up, for her body to be changed forever with one beautiful spurt of hot cum.
Any resistance she had left melted away with a familiar message: "You are suffering from Mentats withdrawal." She now barely remembered where she was, only that she felt so good. As her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled back, she looked for all the world like an utter slut for the murderous abomination.
She now pushed back against the Deathclaw as it continued to take her, urging it to pound her even harder. Her insides were already so soaked with its precum that she swore she could feel it sloshing inside her womb, but she was desperate now for the main event.
Its knot pushed in slightly, then tugged out again, each time stretching her further than she thought possible, and each time making the Deathclaw whine its need. Her own body had made that powerful creature helpless to its lust, she realized with pride.
Finally, the knot popped in with a squelching pop, and the Deathclaw bellowed its triumphant pleasure. The wolf's body flushed with satisfaction as orgasm after orgasm crashed over her to extinguish her heat. The Alpha's cock flexed over and over, pushing her already-overstretched pussy to the limit, as it dumped its load. Each rope that lanced into her fertile body was boiling hot, and there seemed to be no end to it.
Her belly bulged with the weight of all that seed, and though the Alpha's knot did its job of locking as much inside as possible, more and more splattered onto the ground beneath her.
New notifications appeared on her HUD: "You are no longer in heat." "You have been impregnated." And, last, one she was surprised to see: "You have become addicted to Deathclaw cum."
Before she could consider this, the Alpha reached one claw down, gathered up some of its fallen seed, and brought it to Laurie's muzzle. Too defeated to do otherwise, she opened for it and let it wash over her tongue. It was intoxicating. There was already so much of it in her body that she felt like she couldn't hold another drop, but she knew she would soon want more.
The Deathclaw threw back its head and howled. A dozen other howls echoed it in the distance. It seemed that a few other males planned to have their way with the helpless female who had intruded on their territory.
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It was sunset by the time the pack finished with her and abandoned her at the railway station, belly too full and legs too shaky to move. With the heat passed, replaced by a new IMP status effect, Laurie could think clearly again.
She needed medical treatment right away, but when she tried to fast travel she got the "over-encumbered" message, even though her inventory lay scattered in the dirt. With no other option, she headed to Goodsprings on paw, step after ponderous step, leaving a trail of seed - deliciously fragrant seed - the whole way.
She went to Doc Mitchell, expecting some words of comfort from the old coyote, but he couldn't do anything about the thing now growing in her belly. "Try the New Vegas Medical Clinic," he suggested. "They have all sorts of fancy technology there that may be able to help."
He let her stay the night, and she headed out in the morning. Finally able to fast travel again, she opened her Pip-Boy's map and scrolled northeast to the clinic.
Before she could make her selection, a notification appeared: "You are suffering from Deathclaw cum withdrawal."
With her focus on her IMP status, she had forgotten to have Doc Mitchell cure the new addiction she had acquired. Her head was already fuzzing over as her clumsy paws flipped to the status screen to check the withdrawal's effects.
A full -10 to INT. Was that bad? Laurie could no longer remember. What had she been doing again? She thought she had been trying to go to a clinic somewhere, for some reason, so she zoomed around the map looking for it. The place names were hard to read, but she liked the beeping sounds the Pip-Boy made as it passed over each location.
As if on instinct, she stopped when her cursor reached one in particular - "Quarry Junction," she sounded out with some effort. Maybe that was where she had been trying to go? After all, she wanted to cure her addiction, right? Where better to get more of that incredible Deathclaw cum than there?
She salivated at the thought. After selecting Quarry Junction as her destination, another notification appeared to let her know she had unlocked an achievement: "Pack's Toy."