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Researcher#1: "And you can tell she's made 'contact'"

Researcher#2: "Certain of it. We've noted the progressive morphological changes to her anatomy"

Researcher#1: "And she still thinks she's subtle?" [i]chuckles[/i]

Researcher#2: "Yes, sir. She hasn't a clue. However, I have some interesting results you should a look at, and a possible hypothesis to match"

Researcher#1: "Remarkable. So any contact can potentially have the same effect. We will need to examine this further...Once the current project has reached maturation~"

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A thunderous barrage of high-caliber gunfire rang out. Echoing through the range like a cacophonous roar to the keen of rotating barrels.

"Next!" a shout came from behind.

A quick shuffling of metal and chain before the thrum of two plasma repeaters sung out. A faint pause before-

"Next!"

More shuffling, a thump and shift. Loud rhythmic thumps drumming through the air, followed by rolling explosions and a rush of compressed air. Another pause as the room grew silent.

Kate stood in her sergeants uniform again. Her posture and composure flawless a she stood to the side of two hulking deathclaws. One with nothing more than a banner of blue cloth and the enclave's symbol wrapped comfortably around his right shoulder and collar. The other in half of a conventional suit of power armor. A dome of plating on his upper torso and shoulders, while a sheathe of armor ran down his arms and legs. Both casually hefting anti-armor grenade launchers as they stood stoic and attentive to their commander's orders.

To the opposite end of the room were smoldering piles of wood and scrap. Originally facsimiles of vehicles and soldiers. Now reduced to slag as researchers frantically scribbled notes and reviewed footage of the demonstration.

"Well" Kate's bespeckled superior began, adjusting his glasses as he looked ever-so-pleased with himself as much as the officer. "I must say, you've certainly cleaned up your act. Sergeant Kate" genuine praise in his tone as he pulled out a clipboard of orderly notes and figures. "Accuracy, trigger discipline, obedience, distractability" tapping each metric with his pen as he went. "All up 23% across the board!"

Kate, for her part, gave a salute. Choosing to remain professional regardless of how much she wanted to rub her success in the spindly doctor's face. "Thank you, sir! I am proud of my soldiers and our continued success".

"Success indeed" he grinned, "With results like these I daresay we might be able to expand the project soon. Keep these metrics steady and I'll see that you receive all the credit you deserve". Kate giving him a nod, remaining rigid and resolute until the test was officially concluded.

"Well, with that" he sighed and adjusted a lens. "I'll leave you to your business. Much information to pour over. The subjects seem far less stressed lately, much more focused. See that you clean up and continue whatever business it is you are doing".

The researcher all but evacuating the range as Kate was soon left alone with the boys and her own thoughts. She heaved a great sigh, expelling a stress she hadn't been aware was building in her chest. Certain that the doctor was going to ramble on again about useless metrics and keep her here forever.

"Oh I'll get down to business alright" she remarked with a growing smirk. The second they could tell they were alone, Thorn and Crush relaxed as they looked to her with expectant glances.

She couldn't help but giggle at the pair before she gestured with a hand and towards the sizeable storage room adjacent to the underground gun range. Both giving a throaty rumble of excitement as they hurried forward, almost picking her up as they went. Their enclave-branded loincloths quickly being swept to the side by their growing cocks.

Soon in the privacy of the storage as Kate turned to lock the door. Thorn and Crush finding an adequate spot to relax and await their partner as she turned to them. Both towering reptilian males with their dicks erect and exposed to the air. Flaunting their assets, knowing how it made their female shiver with excitement.

It was no mystery to the three as to why their group synergy had ramped up the last two weeks. A simple product of incentivizing~

When the boys did well, Kate would find somewhere private and let them go to town breeding her over and over. Learning new ways to enhance the pleasure and intimacy between her two studs. But somehow they would always circle back to just rough and passionate sex if they had the time.

In a way it was the same for her. As Kate stripped down, she couldn't help but think of how much she looks forward to these rewards. Having to exercise her own self-control to not beg for it like a bitch in heat. Just waiting for her superior and his entourage to leave so they could get to business was torture.

She wanted nothing more than to embrace them, feel their power. Relax in their manly and inhuman scents. Listen to their animalistic rumbles and worship their mighty forms. She wanted to be with them, her mates. Even their obscenely huge dicks were somehow fit for her. Sure it was a stretch and really intense. But without a clue as to why, Kate was just [i]made[/i] for deathclaw cock.

Once bare, she sauntered over and between her boys, taking the time to caress each monstrous tool and admire that signature warmth and slickness. Thorns claws reaching down to grip her torso, hefting her upwards like a doll between them. His tongue gliding along her neck and down her breast as she moaned and exposed herself for a bit more affection. Crunch joining in as his tongue danced along her chest and up to her lips. Pressing in for a gentle kiss as she suckled on his reptilian muscle before he pulled back. His claws joining his brother's as he gripped her legs and held her in position between them.

Kate reached upward, as practiced. Hooking her arms around Thorn's neck for support as she admired her partners. "You two are so handsome in your uniforms" she managed to giggle just before a broad appendage pressed to her backdoor. A slight pressure before it slipped in with a soft pop. Her only response a weak grunt and jump before a slithering pressure up her spine as Thorn slid into her ass. Warmth at the front as Crunch poured a few streaks of his pre to glaze her belly before pushing deep into her shaved pussy.

Spreading her entrance on in a wide 'O' on that fat cylinder of deathclaw love as her body stretched to accommodate her mates. Each taking their time to slide to the hilt in her receptive body and slide back out in a synchronized rhythmn. Every inch of their plunge always had her quaking in bliss. Filling the room around them with the hissing growls and soft moans of their unnatural sex.

Through her shaking breathes and spikes of bliss, Kate couldn't help but gaze at her lovers. A smirk on her face as even more of their personality really began to come out once they started mating on the regular. Somehow she found it much easier to understand them, and convey her own thoughts. Every signature snarl and hiss meant something, signaled a want or concern. Aiding in her training of them, as much as they had now trained her.

Thorn was the dominant brother it seemed, he loved anal and oral. While Crunch was a bit more of a sweetheart and preferred to just stir her eggchamber.

Their scents mingled perfectly together, reminding her oddly of a dry orchard as the citrus and earth blended with their masculine reptilian taint. Their warmth, their utter presence as she watched those beastly rods plunder and bulge her body. She didn't want to be anywhere else but with her boys. Both buried to the hilt as their shafts trembled and drooled their virility into her depths...

Seriously, how the hell was she handling all this dick??