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[I]You are the chosen one.

Or that's how your tribe and the locals call you in what used to be California. You don't know what that name means, except that it was the land's name before the bomb ruined it all and turned it into a desert. Or maybe it was already a desert? No one knows.

What you know is that your ancestor established Shady Sands, and your Elder sent you on a mission to find the G.E.C.K. to bring it back home so the village will survive the drought.

An idea, simple in appearance, with all the hints indicating you should search the Vaults of old.[/I]

However… It was not as simple.

You went on discovering new villages and new cities, clawing their parcels out of the irradiated lands. You made friends, too. And such was the odd fellow at your side as you drove in your Highwayman, a car from old, by following the road signs 395. The number doesn't make particularly sense, but you follow it as your passenger continues to talk.

“The Vault 13 might be the best option for you. When we established ourselves inside, there were no humans left, but the systems were intact. We could use the mainframe to check the inventory."

A long, blabbering exchange you listen to, focusing on the road.

“[B][Intelligence 6] [/B]The mainframe? That's a computer, no?"

“Correct, my friend," nods along your passenger, the tip of his long claws hitting against the plastic cover. “I think I will handle the situation with my father. He might be persuaded to let you in."

It might be troublesome if you cannot find the G.E.C.K.

“[B][Sexpert][Animal Friend] [/B]There's a way I can convince him to let me in, right?"

As you say that, you offer your friend, Goris, a smile. Friend, partner in crime, and in bed.

For a moment, you can even see his albino-red eyes gleam with that same strange joy and excitation as you do. You can even guess something stirs under his hood as he leans forward, his muzzle brushing against your face.

“Oh, you. You vile flatterer. I will try to convince him with words before we have to go down that path. But I can drive on the way there."

And so, you can feel a kiss on your cheeks. Or the closest to it a Deathclaw can offer.

[I]When you first met Goris, you didn't think you could get acquainted with a Deathclaw. Their reputation couldn't be denied, and many a merchant had lost his life due to intruding on their territory. Goris, in his strange way, broke that assumption.

He presented himself as a mere scholar whose appearance was so affected by radiations, he had to hide under that hood. You believed it… until he removed that hood during a fight.

At that moment, you were struck by how dangerous your scholarly ally was. Strong, powerful, covered with clearer scales than you'd assume. He explained it to you as albinism, an illness he had from birth. Nevertheless, you continued to travel together and became acquainted: he in the ways of humans; you of the Deathclaws.

In a way that not so many were considering.

It had all been a sort of moment lost in a daze. One night, you sought out your friend who had gone outside the camp. And there you find him, that hulking and fascinating Deathclaw, stripped of his hood and… Grinding against a rock. His body, powerful and muscular, humped and pumped as his massive pink cock was slathering the surface with precum. The reptilian stench that usually followed Goris was at its peak at that moment.

You could have left. Instead, you approached him, interrupting him in that moment, and offering a solution neither rocks nor clawed fingers could offer. With your quite dexterous fingers, you massaged, stroked, and coaxed an orgasm out of your friend.

In fact, you did it thrice that night until your Reptilian friend no longer had needs and his enlarged cock retreated to the musky depths that was his slit, midst the fluids you savored.

Sure, this earned a few glances and sniffs from your other acquaintances as they wondered why you reeked like you'd been living in a vivarium. But they kept it to themselves, and so did Goris with his suddenly jovial attitude.

Again, it could have been a one-time experience only. An error, a little deviation on the path to greatness. Yet, it continued.

Quickly after, your hands were not enough for your pent-up and quite endowed friend.

Your ass literally on the line, you started to masturbate and scrounge for whatever “toys" you could find in the wastelands until you could take Goris in. And what a surprise to find bliss in being pumped with lizard nutbatter. The Enclave would certainly frown at that and your ways with the mutants. Yet, as a friend of all things that's not human, you certainly did not refuse to help your fellow Goris. So was the way you cemented that odd relationship.

[/I]“[B][Endurance 10] [/B]Grgll grglll."

A firm scaly hand is on your nape, keeping you steady as you're happily guzzling down that warm cum like there's no end.

Happily enough, everyone in the back is sleeping or uncaring of your antics. So, as you are feeling that enormous cock, almost as big as your forearm, throbbing down your throat, you feel like you've been eaten a meal for two. Sure enough, your stomach is distending from all that irradiated spunk. But it is not enough to warrant the usage of a rad-away.

“Hmm. Chosen one, your mouth is velvety and so delicate. Maybe we ought to change our driving arrangement," commented Goris, making his best to drive despite his large feet stomping on the gas pedal and the clawed hands brushing dangerously with the wheel.

But as you straighten up… You wipe your face and grunt.

“If it has an accident, that's on you."

“True. But we can still repay you with our earnings from the Corsican Brothers."

[I]Did you also think you'd be filming porno movies with a Deathclaw? You certainly did not when you embarked on your journey. But you offered the world the sole reproduction material available on Deathclaw. And gave yourself quite a reputation in the milieu.

[/I]“I'd rather not. It is better to keep it for ourselves."

“Duly noted. Now. What about returning to our favorite entertainment while our friends are asleep?" asks Goris, pointing to his groin and his one more erect shaft, to those orange-sized nuts that are certainly warmer than the climate outside.

“Fine."

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[I]Some peregrinations, slight sudden swerves to avoid a brahmin standing on the road, as well as more spunk pumped down your gullets, you arrive at Vault 13 a few days later.

From your mother, the elder, your grandfather came from that vault. However, it was emptied and nobody lives there.

Well, that's it until Goris arrived.

[/I]The mountain towers over you, and the typical cog-shaped entrance is closed. Nothing you can't undo with your trusty Pip-Boy. You connect to the console at the entrance, and with Goris' guidance, you hear the cog protrude from the wall, extend, and then slip outside before it turns and gets out of the way.

Inside, the concrete hallway welcomes you while you disconnect the Pip-Boy and follow Goris.

“Be aware. My pack settled here, so it is their territory. My father is respectful of mankind, but let's be civil."

“[B][Animal Friend] [/B]Or as bestial as we want?"

Goris only answers with a feigned growl. But you are certain he is satisfied by the answer as you arrive at the end of the hallway and are instantly welcomed by another metallic door. But there is an intercom system.

Behind it, a voice answers with a slight slurring and a gravelly tone.

“Who are you?"

You glance at Goris, who seems to freeze an instant, then lean near the intercom.

“It is I, Goris. I return home with knowledge and a friend."

He looks at you, his smile visible as he removes the hood covering his face and… Faces the door opening, the hydraulics wheezing before the steel goes away, and another Deathclaw appears.

That one is certainly bigger and stronger. And looking more like his kind in a way than Goris does.

For a moment, they glare at one another, brown meeting with red eyes. Their teeth are bared, their bodies tense. Their nostrils are dilated and then… They approach, sniffing one another in a way that reminds you of dogs.

However, it seems to be a ritual as they sniff one another and then nod.

“Welcome home, Goris," says the larger and visibly older Deathclaw, then he turns to you. “Is this your friend?"

“Yes," nods Goris, a bit demure as he steps aside, letting his father approach and smell you.

“Hmm. That one has a familiar scent. Nevertheless, I cannot let him enter. We have had an accident with another human. We cannot let another potential threat inside."

“Who are you?"

“My name is Gruthar, and I am the alpha of this pack. I wish for our pack to be left alone."

“You said there was a threat?" you ask, your voice uncertain.

“Yes, a threat. A human was brought here to be healed, but he destroyed some of our eggs and our access to the computers. We cannot use them anymore. Without them, we are doomed to die."

“A human?"

“Yes. We are currently holding in the lower levels until we find a proper solution to our problem."

“Who are you?"

“My name is Gruthar, and I am the alpha of this pack. I wish for our pack to be left alone."

“Who are you?"

Gruthar raises a quizzical eyebrow, glancing at his son, then goes back to you.

“My name is Gruthar, and I am the alpha of this pack. I wish for our pack to be left alone and hope you have no more questions."

“I can help you with the computers."

Again, Gruthar glances at you. Then at Goris, who shrugs, then nods, and grunts.

“Well. If possible, we will grant you access to the level with the mainframe. But you cannot access the hatchery."

“Who ar-“

“Goris. Guide him to the lower level."

“Yes, Alpha," nodded the Deathclaw, signaling for you to follow before you manage to drive Gruthar crazy with your repeated questions.

But as you explore the Vault, you see the Deathclaws fully settled within. Despite the scratch marks on the walls, the place is better kept than many a Vault you've seen. Beyond that, they solely sniff you and grunt accordingly as you pass by.

“[[B]Perception 5] [/B]Are they liking me? They seem so," you comment after you meet with the fourth Deathclaw sniffing at you in the corridor, grunting, and letting you go.

“No. They think you are my mate," commented Goris, his claws touching as you continue your way downward. “You have my scent."

“Oh."

“You've been bearing it since our first time. I don't know how nobody noticed it before."

“Oh."

“Maybe the humans have a terrible sense of smell."

“[B][Pack Rat] [/B]Maybe I shouldn't use that plug, too."

Goris' expression shifts just an instant. But it gives you the hint you were looking for as a thin smile appears on that reptilian face on your way down.

Soon, however, the number of Deathclaws increases, but none bother you as you arrive at the mainframe. Just like you thought, it's a big-ass computer. One so big, with all the blinking lights, until your head swirls and you seem like you're losing touch.

You were not a computer boy. But it is with enough observation you and Goris note the part that's broken, a sort of microphone? You boop, it bops, you touch, it emits a rattle that makes you think it's not good. But lucky you, it is not particularly fixed. Or so it seems when you rip the things off and present them to Goris, who nods in approval.

You found the issue. Now, how to solve it… Well, after triturating and thinking about throwing that heap of metal away, Goris and you make the most important discovery: an inscription on it: 'Vault-Tec Voice Recognition Module.'

“Huh. Maybe there is someone outside who knows about that piece. Let's announce that to Gruthar."

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[I]After some research and discussion with your friends, especially after taking a shower, for which they seem glad you thought about their poor nostrils, you went with a plan. If no one knew how to repair it, there might be someone in a different town, or you could find it in another Vault.

Lo and behold, you were right. After sneaking through many a vault, unwilling to ask about it because of your “secret" mission, you found a replacement for the recognition module. One for the modest sum of 0 caps. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Maybe you are making one of your thieving ancestors proud.

And a bit less prouder when you asked Goris to give you a reward romp on the way back after you made a quick detour to smack a scientist on a dusty old rig.

[/I]“That's it? That's what we need to repair the computers?" asks Gruthar, dubious, though you and his son are nodding in tandem.

“Yes! With that, we can put the computer back together," you confirm again, shaking the module.

“That's good news. But you, humans, never do anything without interest. What do you need?"

“Huh… The G.E.C.K. My people need one, and every Vault has one. You could give it to me since you have no use?"

You smile toward Goris, who gives you the thumbs up while his Father scratches his chin, pensive. He towers above you, and for a moment, you think he will refuse.

“I don't know where it is. There are parts of the Vault we haven't searched, yet," comments the Deathclaw, nodding. “I will ask my pack to search that G.E.C.K., but it will take a while. You can leave and come back in a week."

You blink. A week? Waiting? You grimace a bit and then, sigh.

“[B][Animal Friend][Kama Sutra Master][Charisma 10] [/B]Maybe I can stay to motivate the pack?"

Gruthar's expression shifts in surprise. Same for Goris as you turn your back and smack your bountiful ass under that suit, letting the clap resonate within the hallway. And then… Gruthar smiles.

“We can arrange this. Our young males have no outlets for their needs. And if Goris approves, we will arrange for them to use you when they are feeling it."

You turn towards Goris. The Deathclaw doesn't grimace outright, but he is pensive, too.

“Only if I can participate."

“You are part of the pack, whether outside or not. Neither have you mated with a female."

Goris' expression shifts, this time due to the sudden shame as he lowers his head and nods.

“Yes, Alpha… … I will warn our other friends they should wait."

With the same abashed expression, Goris turns, twists, and runs towards the exit while you feel another clawed hand close on your shoulders.

“Do not let my son go. You might not be a female. But you are his mate, too."

With that said and out of the way, Gruthar is the one to lead you to the lower levels this time. You are not even allowed to slip free from his grasp as he guides you. And steadily, you see more Deathclaws pop in from the rooms, from the corridors, as you make your way to one central room deep in the bunker. Deep enough, there is no human around when Gruthar pats your shoulder and points to a table.

“You should strip, if you do not want to lose your clothes."

You consider the table he pointed to, then all the deathclaws around you. You can smell the pungency of reptilian musk all around you. And maybe it's due to your experience with Goris, but you know their eyes are peeling your clothes off as Gruthar speaks.

Since it is not entirely directed at you and you don't have to stick in front of him, looking him in the eyes, you are free to remove your armor.

Pip-boy in hand, with a few button presses, and your everyday attire is off, exposing your rather fit body you earned from working, seducing, and killing. Mainly killing.

And-

“You can use him as much as you want without fear of consequences. As long as you do not hurt him!"

“Wait?"

You refocus on the speech as you turn, your dick flopping around and the Deathclaws eyes focusing on it, like a slab of meat dangling in between. Probably they have never seen any dick flopping around since they must be like Goris. But the result is nonetheless the same, as you feel oddly self-conscious and fight the urge to cover your groin.

“Are you backing out of this?" asks Gruthar, raising an eyebrow.

“No," you answer, then cough. “Maybe we can do it properly. Set up a line or…"

Your remark dies down as you watch the males around you huff and growl, trying to pick up on what you're meaning. Before you tilt towards Gruthar: “They would not understand?"

“No."

You sigh, brace yourself. And open your arms wide.

“Fine. Come at me! If it motivates you all to find the G.E.C.K!" you shout, widening your stance and opening your arms. But… No one is approaching you.

“You should speak clearly."

“… Fuck me and get to work!"

As soon as you say that, a tidal wave of hulking Reptiles is rushing in your direction, claws and spit and teeth forward. For a moment, you're wondering if you'll end up like one of those meat bags in the cannibals' camps.

However, you find yourself picked up and thrown on a table, without the feeling of being hit or punctured. Sure, your back aches… But you soon find a trio of Deathclaws rushing all around you, with their slits opening to reveal monsters of flesh.

They are probably brothers or cousins of Goris, as they share the same posture but not the same coloring. And their cocks are just as juicy, their length coated with a mix of slime and precum you inhale and exhale, finding it filling your nose while your Pip-Boy is screaming for something.

Nevertheless, you are quick to grab one of those presented cocks and to massage it. The second on your other side? It is your tongue and lips that are at work, suckling on the presented tip until the beeping from the Pip-Boy goes hysterical. And you go feral, taking another inch down your mouth until it tickles your throat.

[B][Endurance 10[/B]][B][Sexpert][/B] Luckily for you, all that time training your cardio and breathing has led you to have perfect control of your lungs. Even as the Deathclaw's cock touches your uvula, you do not even retch. Instead, you maintain that suction that makes the Deathclaw above you purr and growl.

But far from being the only one satisfied, the one you stroke is purring like a perfectly repaired engine.

Remain then the third, the one whose face is stuck between your asscheeks. With your buttplug removed a while ago, the entrance is not as loose as when you regularly wore it after each romp. Even then, it doesn't stop the third Deathclaw from having his tongue rushing against your back entrance. Nudging, poking, pressing, the entrance is then forced open by the tonguing until you are a moaning and groaning mess.

Your cock goes hard, your legs stiffen. In fact, most of your body goes hard as steel when that tongue, tendril-like, crushes your love spot and makes you spurt on your belly like a good bitch. Something the Deathclaw seems to approve of.

“Urth breeds first. Urth, strongest hunter," groans the Deathclaw between your legs as he yanks his tongue out of your asshole, leaving it gaping and winking back at the reptile.

“[B][Perception 3] [/B]Y-Yeah. Breed me," you say, unaware of what Urth meant.

Soon enough, the Deathclaw you've been sucking for the last minutes starts to growl. Perhaps a virgin, the poor creature is grumbling, groaning, and stomping on those feet that could crush a skull without a problem. Yet, the bachelor is all whining with his yellow eyes closed and his horns pointing up, unable to control himself as he humps your face so brutally, you cannot even catch your breath for a second.

Fucked in the mouth. Fucked in the throat. You can only watch with your filled cheeks as the Deathclaw's tail smacks the ground and then… A roar.

A powerful roar. And a as-powerful ejaculation meets your mouth and throat. All that Lizard jizz, so warm and sticky and glowy and weird, has one way to go. And you, with the dick still humping against your uvula, you have no choice but to swallow and gulp that sticky liquid down, to feel its warmth spread down your gullet before you let out a gargle.

One gargle and one spit as that cum still has no way to go, once your mouth is free, but outside. The mix of saliva and cum sticks to your lips as you spit… And find yourself still stroking the other Deathclaw…

One you start sucking as soon as you catch your breath, unable to resist the appeal of that thick Reptile cock. Of that jizz that makes your guts tingles all the good and wrong way. Of that pungent Deathclaw stench you inhale with each inspiration, especially those driven by the Deathclaw still giving you the rimjob of your life.

Who knew a prehensile and long tongue could get you so close to an orgasm? Maybe you ought to teach them all to do the same.

However, like every good thing, you find yourself wanting and hoping the moment the Deathclaw's tongue pulls free. By then, you're so throat-deep with the second Deathclaw, you cannot even voice your displeasure at feeling the Vault's aseptic air brush your asshole.

But your moans are loud enough, not even stifled, the moment the Deathclaw decides not to wait any further.

That moment, that thick Deathclaw cock prods your inner walls and stretches them so wide, you almost gasp for air.

[B][Endurance 10][Sexpert] [/B]But even such a penetration cannot get you to break. Your asshole is afire, barely stretched and lubed with only some hints of saliva. But you take it without even gritting your teeth, without even touching or maiming the cock you've been sucking all along.

Your body trembles, your legs quiver, your toes curl, your grip shifts, and makes the Deathclaw you've been stroking wince. But not more. Not as you throat yourself in the moment, in the desire, and now bob your head back and forth against the Deathclaw's groin, gargling and gurgling down all that reptilian precum.

[B][Perception 3] [/B]All that dense liquid goes down your guts, making your stomach heat up and burn. Burn in a good way, you hope, as the background noise is filled with the Pip-Boy's alert screams.

But you keep doing it, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment. The tingling at the back of your throat, the fleshy sensation by your fingertip when you squeeze the shaft, the shafts. Another Deathclaw has decided to join the orgy. No… A fifth as you feel one cock rub against your face, smearing precum all over it with a scent that's more familiar to you than it should be.

How can you recognize it? It seems impossible. But you realize it as you look up, watching Goris' face smile back at you. Similar to all the others, Deathclaws are joyful of your presence. You are bringing them relief, right?

Yet, as your eyes go down to the Deathclaw between your legs, currently attempting to fuck you, you meet his focused eyes. Eyes that are so squinted, so lost in the moment, you can only scratch your head.

“Must… breed. Female," says Urth. His voice is gravely, his teeth bared. And clearly, as he goes inside you, making your guts tingle and bulge, he doesn't seem displeased at all.

“He is not a female," comments Goris, as if reading your mind, and pointing at your testicles and your visible erection.

“Not female? Can't fuck?" asks Urth, making the Deathclaws, all of them, slow down. “Females to fuck. Fuck human. Not female? Not fuck?"

“Uh…"

For a moment, the action drops in rhythm. The Deathclaws are glancing at one another, and Goris, poor Goris, is searching for his words. He is looking left and right, but the poor Deathclaw never had his way with words. Therefore, with a gargle, a spat out cock, and a croaking voice, you speak.

“[B][Charisma 10][Animal Friend] [/B]You fuck. No need for more. Fuck and breed. My holes can be fucked. By all Deathclaws!"

To your speech, the quartet of Deathclaw, since Goris is still searching for an explanation, explodes in a roar. And so…. Explodes the one you've been sucking, making you go back to gargling, gurgling, and swallowing so much spunk you are certain you don't need anymore meal for the next week.

And yet, here goes another Deathclaw wanting to have a turn with your sweet mouth that has charmed many people in more ways than once.

You suck, you swallow… And as the tension arises in the bunker, as Urth keeps punching and thrusting inside your guts… Well. There comes the moment of that brave and yearning male hollering as he cums, after so many errors and slip out. It is with an intense joy that you can feel the radiated spunk go inside your guts the other way, washing them out and making your tummy bulge with all that Reptile love until your skin seems to glow from underneath.

Deathclaw cum should not affect you, right?

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[I]For the next few hours, it all happens in a blur. Once Urth is done with you, there goes another male of the many living within the Bunker. Not so many are as talkative as Goris or as enduring as Urth. The result is a constant flow of Deathclaws coming and going, sniffing their friends and themselves once they are done with you.

And you? You're at the middle of a fuckfest, getting to suck, stroke, ride, and do anything that might satisfy the Deathclaws bachelors.

Then, with the peace of someone well filled and enjoying a satisfying digestion, you are led to a shower, showered, then brought to a bed as your wobbly legs can't bear your weight anymore.

Perhaps asking for the Deathclaws to fuck you was a bad idea. Nevertheless, when you closed your eyes that night, you were satisfied.

[/I][B][New Perk: Herpetologist]

[/B][I]Or so you thought.

While the pack is mainly directed by Gruthar, it was clear to you that those bachelors had never experienced the joys and pleasures of sex before. Their brief and amusing attempts often left you exhausted and drained. You took in strides, but you usually found your body screaming for respite as all that fucking was quite draining.

But when you took a break, it was to wake up under a pile of horny Deathclaws who happened to have used your asshole for their purpose… And that warm pillow you were hugging was your guts sloshing with all that Deathclaw cum.

After two or three days of fighting to get your pants on after such an encounter, you merely abandoned the idea of staying clothed in the Vault 13, and every young bachelor “thanked" you for it by making sure you remained as stuffed as a cheap burrito.[/I][B]

[/B]“You know. The more I think about it, the less I am sure they are working as hard as they should."

“You think?"

You nod, about to answer. But that thick Deathclaw cock is punching your guts like a spear. Your prostate buzzes with all the good sensations and soon enough, you feel your legs quiver as your cock spurts on the ground. The other inhabitants, the humans, might be dismayed by the display and the mess you leave.

But it's not like it's not beneficial to everyone. Even you, as your legs are carefully lowered, and the Deathclaw, who has been nudging your face. The young males are not restive; Gruthar often praises your actions.

But you are uncertain whether or not he's that invested in helping you get the G.E.C.K. And Goris doesn't seem to have a different opinion as he's now sitting behind you, his clearer muzzle making out with your ass.

He is learning well, very well… And somehow, he's again driving you to the edge with that tongue that squirms inside you, managing to strike every little good spots that makes your brain and dick go “Pop!"

“Hhh… Yeah. I mean… They were celebrating their progress on searching through the security storage number 5."

“The party when you took two dicks at once?" asks Goris, surely licking and giving all the love to your rose that had been somewhat abused recently. Poor little thing.

“Yeah. That one. But I asked the others, the humans, where that storage was. And uh… No, not now. I have to see Gruthar," you say, about to push a Deathclaw's muzzle away from you.

But you know yourself and your appetites. And soon, you're in an intense make-out session, stroking that huge stud cock in the middle of a corridor. His shaft is stiff but oh-so-sticky and wondrous to stroke. Plus… If you get one cock, doesn't it mean you should use your other hand, too?

Sandwiched between three lizards, one of whom is your friend in conflict, you're again covered with fluids spurting all over you, marking you as a Deathclaw's bitch. Not that you mind, but sometimes you wonder if the smell will ever go away.

“What were you saying?" asks Goris, licking his lips the same way you're licking your hands. Lizard nut-batter is great and tasty and hearty, better than most meals in your life, but it can be so hard to lick away.

“What?"

“You were saying something about the storage."

“Yeah. That one. But I ask-“

Goris makes the motion for you to speed up, and so you finish with the Gruthar part.

“I have to see Gruthar so I can ask if his boys are working as promised."

“You can ask me directly."

“Gruthar! You… You're here!"

“Yes. I am here. I can move and leave the front of the vault. I am not stuck there."

For a moment, you give Goris a side-glance, but your “officious" bodyguard and boyfriend is busy licking his claws and a part of his muzzle that got hit by some friendly fire.

“What do you need to ask me?" continues Gruthar, seemingly chasing the other males away as you walk through the Vault. Maybe you could go left to hit the showers for the fourth time since you woke up two hours ago, or to the mess hall.

“Chosen one?"

“Sorry. I was thinking where to go after that."

“Where… To go."

“[B][Herpetologist] [/B]Can we take that conversation at the wall?"

Gruthar almost slows… Then shakes his head, inviting you to continue to what's known as the “Wall". And in a Vault, made of walls and corridors and bulkheads and anything vertical… The “Wall" is not a wall but a hole drilled through one of them, with a support underneath it as you slip through, up to your swollen waist. Sure enough, the local doctor confirmed you are not pregnant. But the more you consider it, the more likely it is that those irradiated Deathclaw swimmers will find a way. Life… uh. Always find a way.

Nevertheless, as you push, roll, and finally advance, with your head landing on the provisioned pillow… You find yourself facing Gruthar's groin, watching that pinkish shaft pushing free from its slit. It doesn't hurt to get in your “Father-in-law" good graces… Should you want to marry Goris. Should you find a priest capable of marrying you to Goris.

“So, what do you want to talk about?"

Gruthar asks but you raise a finger, making sure to make out with his cock. The tip is sumptuous, with all that alpha stench sticking to it. And for a moment, you force yourself to gulp down all that Deathclaw precum, despite the gargle that escapes you when a frolicking bastard is already going at it with your buttcheeks.

“Erm… Sorry. So… The issue I have is… The G.E.C.K. See. You told me you'd find it, but whenever I check with the other inhabitants, they tell me you're searching the same spots. So… I was th-Inking if you are… Truly… Searching for it."

You squirm and try to speak, to endure. But behind you, you already feel that warm and wondrous Lizard cock rubbing your insides. Whenever they are in your presence, the Deathclaws are growing desperate and needy. And right now, though you can't see, you can hear the claws' rattling against the concrete while that young male is pounding your asshole so great, you can hardly keep your countenance.

“What are you saying? That we are backing out of our deal?" asks Gruthar, rubbing his cock against your face. And still, you are feeling warm and excited in its presence. Same as Goris, as having the Father and Son ready to fuck your throat.

“[B][Charisma 10] [/B]No. What I mean is… If you are looking to extend my stay, there was no need to lie to me. Asking would have been enough. And gotten me in better graces for… Favors."

“Favors?" asks Gruthar, his cockslapping stopping for a second.

“Yes. Such as… Hmmm… Coming regularly? Or maybe searching for like-minded people? Goris could help me since he's such a good… Urgh… Stud."

You nearly cough, finding your cum-breath hitting your nose before you look up, finding Gruthar in a thorough reflection.

“Do you think it's true, Goris?"

“Well…" mumbles Goris, scratching his chest while you're slurping the precum from his musky cock. “Many people are aware of our existence. And our… Ways with the Chosen One."

“Explain yourself."

“We participated in a porno, Alpha. And from what the Chosen One says, it's… Hmm… Breaking all records? With many people wanting to have a moment with the… Main actor?"

“So-So far. They don't know… About you," you chuckle and gurgle, your cumflated belly smacked against the hole's edge.

Assuredly, the one behind you is terribly needy, as he isn't even thinking about pleasing you. It's only a matter, for that young Bachelor, to fuck your asshole, to smack it until it is black and blue once more. Maybe you'll have to make a quick detour at the Doc again, too, from the Rad exposure.

Your Pip-Boy has given up on warning you, but maybe Deathclaw nutbatter isn't so suitable for consumption? You can feel yourself starving whenever you are not in a Deathclaw's presence.

“Fine. Stay here," comments Gruthar.

And so… The Alpha leaves, stomping away with his erection forward. Leaving you and his shy Son… Son you hastily grab by the waist, guiding him once more to fuck your throat. Yeah. Nothing tingles you as much those days than to have your throat fucked by Goris and his peers. The brave Joseph? Well, as much as welcoming and big-dicked the human is… There's nothing from that guy that can get you over the edge like gurgling and almost choking on a Deathclaw's cock. It's something else: it's more pungent, it's thicker, it's plainly… better.

Whenever you feel yourself throatfucked, mainly by your favored Goris, you are in a trance. In a moment of sheer peace, satisfaction, and joy. Something that you could have found in any drugs found on the wastelands…. But nothing given as fully and heartily as when sucking a Deathclaw's cock, finding their spunk going down your throat with the regularity of a clock.

Just like a clock, after five minutes, the one inside your ass finally ejaculates. The sensation of warm spunk going upward, mixing with the lukewarm stock you already have in your guts, is exquisite. So pleasant… But nothing as much as having another male going behind. Probably Jul taking a break from guarding the hatchery?

He's among the most well-endowed, and from his work at the hatchery, he's almost one of the softest. One of the most enjoyable, too, as his dick naturally bend and prods your prostate whenever he's fucking you.

And when he does it? It's almost tantric, almost a massage. If you were a Deathclaw, you'd be purring, too. Instead, you keep your eyes closed and sigh, finding yourself massaged in the most profound depths that are.

It is something that makes your heart beat slower, your brain ease, your thoughts turn into a puddle. And your mouth into the perfect hole to facefuck for a Goris who, in the absence of his father, is doing everything to finish in your mouth quickly.

In and out, in and out, go the two Deathclaws, their paces different but so perfectly aligned, somehow.

You gargle and guzzle, you clench and relax. Your toes even scratch Jul's thighs as you feel him pull back. And soon, here he is back… Making your spine tingle all right up to your tiny brain that has been craving for it.

And you know… You know this is one of the best things you can experience.

[B][Perception 3] [/B]And yet, despite being almost blind and deaf to the world that surrounds you, you can feel… No, smell a presence. Gruthar's.

He is here, near. You can smell it as much as sense the yearning from Goris' to finish as his humping and pumping goes faster and faster. He smacks his scaly groin against your nose, narrowly breaking it. But you don't complain. Not when he delivers that sweet Deathclaw nectar.

One that thickens and finally… Culminate.

In a cry, in a roar, in an orgasm… And in… A flow, one you gulp down. But somehow, this time, it's different. Your tingle fizzles in a way only a craving addict could experience. Your stomach is bulging and painfully full, but you can still muster the will to swallow more from Goris. And the fluid… The fluid you had found dubious at first is now the sole subsistence you desire in your mind. Your brain tickles with all the good hormones… And you know it's something you cannot miss again.

[B][You are now addicted to Deathclaw Fluids]

[/B]For a moment of bliss, you feel like you're floating far from the world and the ground… Until you hear someone speaking above you, huffs, grunts, and growls. You can sense that someone other than Jul has taken his place. But you are feeling empty, or rather… That you came. You came and didn't even notice it.

“Goris? You broke it?"

“N-No, Alpha. It's the first time I've seen him like that after I… Fuck his face. Like he says."

“Hey. Are you with us?"

A clawed hand pats your face, and you smile, a bit stupid but quickly gathering your wits.

“Yes. Sorry. I was… Somewhere," you say, noticing the confused expression on the two. “What? I have something on my nose?"

Truth is. There is a lot of fluid on your nose.

But still, they do not point that out with a tact that has been lacing in the wastelands. Rather, Gruthar is holding out a briefcase. One you recognize due to the thorough description.

“You have the G.E.C.K?"

“We had it. But the pack thought it'd be best to keep you around for two weeks. I agreed to it. You can have it and leave," says Gruthar, deposing the briefcase right by you.

Though maybe it might one day dawn on him that you cannot leave by that side of the hole. And currently, there is a line of Deathclaw once more fucking that hole drilled in the middle of the mess hall.

But the moment doesn't arrive as you sigh and shake your head, sighing.

“I will stay for a few more days. I didn't say I wanted to leave."

“Wait. What you said about the favor, then?"

You chuckle. Or gurgle, again feeling another hit of cum breath hitting your nose with a hiccup.

“[B][Animal Friend][Herpetologist] [/B]I said I could do this favor if I had the G.E.C.K. But I never meant I was to leave now. There are plenty of males to please," you comment, pointing to Gruthar's erection. “And I might need to come back regularly for a refill."

“Is Goris not enough for you, Chosen one?"

“Even three of me wouldn't be enough for that fiend, Alpha," comments Goris, shaking his head.

Maybe you could have offered a defense. Or told him to fuck off. Instead, you find yourself gagged by Goris' Father, enjoying the “perks" of his erection playing with your throat and making it bulge.

You find respite in that presence.

[I]And you shall find it so for the end of your days. Or as long as you continue to consume Deathclaw cum. Something your friend Goris and his Pack offers in an ample amount since you struck an unlikely alliance with them.

Since you handled the pesky Enclave and their desires to cull the Pack, nobody would dare to attack or threaten a peaceful pack of beasts capable of ripping even a tank into pieces.

Nobody would threaten them as they would know you had given them your protection. With your insistence, many people will learn about the Deathclaws' skills in bed.

Beyond that, even the Vault 13's capacities reached their limits as the number of “visitors" and “inhabitants" increased, leading to the creation of a small community outside the Vault's walls.

One community that shall grow, protected by those large Deathclaws, and whose regular influx of inhabitants comes… From you.

Not only from your escapade through the Wastelands, saving lives, inviting people to live in Shady Sands, or the new City 13. But through the many movies the Studio Reno produces with you and Goris as the principal actors.

Goris himself steadily changed, going from shy and demure among the humans to outwardly flaunting his goods among Deathclaw addicts.

And you? You cannot stop going back to Vault 13. Shady sands saved through your actions, you shall soon find retirement in servicing Deathclaws and becoming, maybe, one important member of the pack… As Goris' concubine.

You may not lay eggs, but your voice is just as important as the Alpha's. [/I]