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Researcher#1: "Results on the bonding process?"

Researcher#2: "Remarkable. As you can see for yourself, the empathic connection increases situational awareness, communication, and discipline by an order of magnitude. Provided the proper trainer is selected of course"

Researcher#1: "Well then, let us proceed to phase 3"

...

It finally happened. It was inevitable really. The messes, the sounds. The extended time it would take them just to finish some basic tasks in private.

Kate was caught fucking her deathclaw soldiers. Crunch to the hilt in her pussy while she was giving Thorn head. Almost choking on the blunt monster dick plugging her throat as a low-level researcher entered specimen storage. Catching the sight of a spitroasted soldier and two happy monster reptiles who hardly cared about the intrusion.

She thought she was a dead woman when they called her in to speak with her superiors. Not just a dereliction of duty, but enclave ethics entirely! Fucking a mutant of all things. And worse her burning concern for Thorn and Crunch, she didn't care if they punished her. But the boys did nothing wrong...

So imagine her surprise when her actions were approved. Not just approved, rubber-stamped and added to her duties.

It was hard to even process what was happening as she signed the papers and agreed to write a detailed report on deathclaw anatomy and reproductive behaviors...What were they trying to accomplish? They didn't really say, only nothing how successful the project had become due to her unconventional training methods. Of course cautioned to exercise some control and consider WHERE she goes down on a horny lizard. But otherwise to be done with command's blessing.

It was still hard to wrap her head around it. But at least they didn't need to hide their activities between training regimens anymore. The patrols were far easier without needing to concern themselves over when they were monitored or who they offended. Sure an eyebot was always observing them out in the field, but it wasn't hard to disable or distract one for a solid ten minutes. Long enough to return to see the sergeant exhausted and both claws looking relaxed and pleased as their shafts continued to drool and throb like they so frequently did. The trio doing all they could to mask Kate's swollen belly or the continual river of deathclaw semen pouring from her momentarily stretched and gaping holes.

But so long as she was with her partners she hardly cared.

Her quarters were moved to the pens. More specifically Thorn and Crunch's room. A rather large and spacious area that had the amenities the average soldier needed. Showers large enough for handsome monster lizards. Reinforced armoir for attire. A large nest of cushions and pillows in the center. A desk with a terminal nestled in the back. Feeding bin. Radio. And some amusingly large and durable toys for stimulation. She would have regarded the lack of a cot for her, but it was plainly obvious where she would be spending her nights from then on.

And with the trio more or less let off the reins with their activity and training, well...Things ramped up just a bit. It didn't take her long to convey to the brothers that they needn't be so restrained or secretive anymore. But perhaps took the message too far.

Every night was sublime. Sleeping nestled between her studs or hilted on one of them, basking in their presence and scent scrubbed so deeply into the cushions of their nest. Waking as she was pulled into a full nelson and aggressively stuffed full of deathclaw cock and drenched in their heady semen.

Training began to take longer, certainly the results were still marginally improving. But it was hard to get much done when the boys grew impatient over their rewards. Afterall they didn't need the same level of restraint. Almost dragging her to the nearest closet or bathroom as she was pinned by one or both of the monstrous lizards and used in a dizzying rut until they were sated. Leaving Kate to catch her breath and wait for her legs to work again as sperm poured from her nethers. Eventually she opted to dress a bit more modest. Every bit as stern as she could be in the face of regimens and schedules. But something practical that could slip on quickly enough, or at least hide the gradual drool of seed from her body while she tried to organize her troops.

Worse, it was growing harder to say no. Certainly the boys still listened if she put her foot down. But how often was that now? Would she say no to tasting one of those thick reptilian cocks if she had the chance? To let herself be wrapped and helpless in their embrace as they assault her with pleasure? Her body craved them as much as they enjoyed using her. As though she were adapting to keep pace with a deathclaw's libido.

It was especially bad when they returned from patrols. Kate didn't know what it was about the armory that set them off. Maybe it was the armor that flipped some testosterone-filled switch. But the moment they were alone, hell, even if they were just [i]near[/i] it. Powerful claws would grasp at her. Tugging her into the privacy of it's chambers as the beasts rumbled with excitement. The only time her pleas and orders would go ignored.

If she wasn't fast enough in removing her clothing, they would simply tear it off. Letting nothing stop them from their goal. Pressed against their shafts as they would manhandle her, hefting her up or pinning her between them. Abruptly shoved down on a meaty deathclaw dick as it stretched her walls and struck her womb. The male's hissing groans of pleasure unlike anything she had heard before. But unable to utter a single word before she would feel the pressure at her back door. Massive clawed hands gripping her abdomen as a brutal cock was thrust deep past her entrance. Straining her holes as taut rings of skin wrapped around their girth as they went to town.

Hard grunts and huffs from each of them as she held on for dear life. The stimulation and brutality leaving her to almost drool through her own grunts and groans. Shameful expressions on her face as her nerves blitzed through her abdomen. Filling the room with echoes of their primal fucking as they would bury deep and test the limits of her capacity. Throwing her over the edge of orgasm as her vision rocked in a blur from the frenzy of their mating. Plunging in and out of her as though their lives depended on it, as though she belonged to them and they had to make it known.

Together they would almost coordinate the direction and drive of their cocks. Their joined grunts and hisses as they drilled her body until her limbs were numb. The final tense and flex as they would release at the same time. Blasting her insides with obscene amounts of their mutant sperm. Bloating her body to its limits as they held her there, left her almost senseless from the flurry and friction as the stillness was only broken by the gurgling churns of cum and sloshing of her adjusting innards. The two waiting until their seed would spray out from around their burly shafts. Coating the floor in a wash of mingled seed. Then they would abruptly pull out of her, leave her on her back, pinned by the weight of all the deathclaw sperm inside of her. As they groped their broad inhuman shafts and would glaze her in the rest of their orgasm.

The result was almost always the same. After an animalistic dicking like that, as if they were truly trying to leave their legacy inside of her. She would usually black out, spending an hour or so drifting in and out of consciousness before she could recover.

It had to be something about the freedom of the outdoors that did it to them. After such powerful and brutal lovemaking sessions they would always behave considerably better for a few days. The pair seemingly paying extra attention to her whiles and well-being.

It wasn't all mindless sex and primal passion though. The brothers still had their quirks. Thorn enjoyed the shower and how Kate would tend to and scrub him. Always getting frisky as he dappled her with licks and kisses. Crunch seemed to despise water. Only by Kate's stern glance and her gentle touch was he able to tolerate the rushing waters over his bulky form. He was, however, an aggressive snuggler.

She paid keen attention to how they interplayed between each other or got her in on whatever little game they were playing. Using her time to help stimulate their minds and, in her own way, humanize the pair.

Not that her efforts didn't often devolve into a rough and monstrous dicking.