Enclave Inquiries [2/9]
**This is a small multi-part series based during the events of fallout 2.
Part of a collaborative work with Hecreat after I commissioned the art pieces.
You can find his accompanying artwork at " target="_blank">https://www.furaffinity.net/view/56385047/[/b]**
Kate awoke to the blaring of her beside alarm. Rolling herself from bed and to her feet in a deft motion before she heaved a frustrated sigh. She performed her usual morning routine by reflex. A quick wash, slipping on her uniform, and reviewing her itinerary for the day. To say her first 2 weeks on the job had been unusual would be an understatement.
Her role in this place amounted to little more than a glorified animal tamer. Certainly the staff and faculty showed her the appropriate respect and discipline. Yet it was hard enough to corral a rowdy group of rookie soldiers, but mutant reptiles? Her most frequent exercise had been frustration.
"Thorn and Crunch" two mighty reptilian mutants, or 'Deathclaws' as the natives called them. Were her charges and the sole focus of her mission out here in the middle of nowhere. While flattered that command thought her strict discipline was worthy of a private role in a secret project. It was hard to not feel as though her potential were wasted on a pair of hulking lizards.
Credit where credit is due. The claws showed some level of intelligence. At the very least they responded to a few simple gestures and commands. The weeks were spent trying to work around the limited understanding and contact. To teach them proper composure, obedience, and trigger discipline. It was odd just how placid the enormous beasts seemed to be. Without a doubt able to casually rip a man in half as though they were paper. Never had they made so much as an aggressive action towards her, perhaps stubborn or ignorant at times certainly. But otherwise almost deceptively mellow. Perhaps it was trust, or that they never felt threatened?
Either way it was an infectious demeanor. And though she would never admit it. After a short grace period, she soon found herself more comfortable working with her two 'recruits' than the rest of the facility.
Even if they didn't always process a verbal command or gesture, they were masterful at reading body language. Half of the training so far almost solely based on the pair somehow interpreting her mood and intent.
Yes, things were going smoothly. Maybe a bit too smoothly...
It started small. Kate found herself admiring their inhuman physique during training. When she had to coach them on posture, her examinations grew increasingly thorough. Admiring the brown and tan of their finely scaled leathery skin. The wide shoulders, to broad chest and tight muscular abdomen. To the remarkable definition of their long and powerful arms and digitigrade feet. Even the sweep of their mighty tail could no doubt shatter bone, and seemed to be some indication if their moods. Indeed, their rugged figures were nothing short of what she would quietly describe as the peak of masculinity.
Although, part of that undoubtedly came from their male assets on display.
At the beginning of their training the boys had managed to keep it in their genital slits as Kate did her work. But as her eyes began to more frequently roam, so too did their maleness make itself known. At first she shuddered and did everything she could to avert her eyes. But as the days went on, she found herself catching glances at their inhuman genitalia. Glances that became less subtle with every regimen and review. And the boys seemed to like keeping it on display. Even behaving a bit better so long as their extra equipment was getting some air.
And so she marched to the 'pens'. The large room and training area where most of her work took place. Besides her daily reports. The boys were there and ready, looking a bit more energetic as she walked through the security doors. A riding crop in her hand as she had them at attention for her morning inspection. And it wasn't long until their excitement made itself known, almost knowing she'd be eyeing the display the whole time.
Not even subtle about where her eyes dipped as Kate did a careful walk around them. The broad heads of their inhuman cocks spreading the lips of their genital slits. Gradually sliding out as each shaft, thick as her bicep, glistened with moisture. Dripping the excess onto the floor as she stepped to the front of them once more. Approving of everything they had at attention as she did her best to mask the building heat in her cheeks. Her arm outstretched to let the riding crop drag gently across their burly figures and brush against those rugged barrels looking locked and loaded.