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Breeding 'Claws For Torin By Draconicon

"This is either the best placed Vault, or the worst."

Torin honestly wasn't sure which it was, all things considered. He'd come from one himself, but it had been buried at the base of a mountain, and the four-legged dragon had been one of the few people to get out of it after a rockslide. Still, even that was better than this.

He paused at the big cog-wheel door, looking over his shoulder. Though he heard the continued screeches of Deathclaws in the distance, none of them seemed willing to come by the open door. A mixed blessing; seemed like he had shelter, but he could easily get trapped inside if the monsters decided to come much closer. They were big enough that even he had trouble with them, and that was saying something for a person that could deal with a Super Mutant easily enough.

He didn't have anywhere else to go, though, so he stepped inside. The cogwheel was half closed, so he had to wriggle, but the golden dragon eventually slipped inside. As soon as he did, however, he heard a soft crack under his forepaw.

"What -"

Lifting up his forepaw, he froze. The cracked pieces of a Deathclaw egg were smeared along the bottom of his limb, and he could see that it was pretty fresh. He looked around in the darkness, his fear growing higher and higher as he saw more and more eggs along the walls, scattered around like some macabre nesting ground.

And on the ledges higher up, he saw the lizard-like bodies of other Deathclaws slowly unfolding, getting up from their sleep at the sound of a visitor.

"Oh, no...no no no no..."

This isn't a hiding place, it's a nest!

He could already tell that the Deathclaws inside the Vault were bigger than the ones outside, at least twice the size if not a little bit more. They looked like they'd been mutated even further, with muscles that dwarfed their cousins, and claws...claws that looked like they could run him through from side to side.

The intercom suddenly blared.

"If you want to live, run! Left, and then straight ahead!"

Having no time to ask questions, Torin decided to follow orders. Either he'd die now or die later, and he'd prefer it be a little bit later. Ducking off to the side as the Deathclaws started roaring, he ran over the different patches of eggs, avoiding what he could but unable to miss all of them. Now and then, the eggs squelched underfoot, the shells shattered and the goo spreading along the ends of his legs.

As he ran left down an opening hallway, the intercom continued to direct him.

"Left, then right. Now down the stairs. Alcove up ahead, dart into it."

He followed every order, hearing the stampeding footsteps of the monsters on his heels. Torin didn't dare even look back; if he missed a turn, he would die. The claws were scraping on the metal floor too loudly for him to dare miss a turn at this point.

"Door on the left. Leap inside."

Leap. That wasn't quite the right word. It was more of a mad scramble as his claws almost couldn't find purchase on the smooth floor. He kicked off of the opposite wall, shooting through the open door. It slammed shut behind him, almost catching his tail in the process. Almost.

Claws slashed across the door on the other side, and the glass on the door shattered as they tried to break through. He backed up as far as he could, rump pressed against the far wall, and even that only gave him a scant six feet between him and the door.

Eventually, they gave up, growling as they walked off. Their claws scraped along the floor as they left, and he shivered as he belatedly realized just how tall the hallways would have been to let them fit.

"What...what is this..."

"Welcome to Vault 1134. Otherwise known as hell."

A different door opened, and a human stepped out, pushing a pair of glasses up his nose.

"I'm Doctor Leinstrom. And I'm the one that saved your life. Let's talk about how you can repay that."

It didn't take long for the doctor to fill him in on the details of Vault 1134. It was initially designed as a means of breeding stronger, more dangerous animals, and seeing if they could be controlled. When the doors later opened, and the mutated creatures of the Wasteland were found, it offered them much more in the way of creatures to test.

"Of course, it didn't always work."

"I'm pretty sure that the Deathclaws never worked."

"Certainly not. They've been the worst...and we - my former colleagues and I - seem to have made it worse. The different drugs never controlled them, and only seemed to hasten their mutations. Which have since been bred into the population, as you can imagine."

Torin shuddered. Normal Deathclaws were dangerous enough. If they were made bigger...

"Why are you even still here?"

"Because there's no way out with them in the main room. I can get you in, but good luck getting out again; too many of them, and not enough guns."

"Great...so I'm trapped here with you, is that it?"

"...Not necessarily. I...was coming up with a plan, but it needed either another Deathclaw, unmodified, or..."

"Or what?"

"Or something similar. Something like you."

"...Why do I have a horrible feeling about this?"

"Because I have the same feeling myself."

"You ready for the injection?"

"You're sure that this is actually going to keep me alive?"

"As sure as I can be of anything that Vault-Tec shoved into this place two hundred years ago. It should make you produce a pheromone that puts them off from killing you, but keeps their interest so we can both get out of here."

Torin nodded, and offered the underside of his tail to the doctor. The needle slipped between his scales, and he grunted a bit as he felt a tingling heat work its way along his longest limb. He let it flop back down, eyeing the door as the human walked over to it.

Already, he could feel a tingle going through his body, something weird, something...hot. It made his head a little fuzzy, like it got on the middle of a hot summer day...or when he was thinking of other people in certain ways. A slightly goofy smile crossed his snout as he started imagining that really nice sentient tree he found, and all the way those tendrils had been able to -

"You ready?"

Torin blinked, the golden scales on his face starting to darken as he realized that the heat wasn't just in his tail anymore. He shuffled his legs a bit, trying to hide the growth between his legs. Weird; he hadn't even started hardening, but the tip was already out from between his hind legs.

"I'm ready."

"Good. Follow me."

The doctor opened the door, and they slipped out into the hallway. Torin followed right behind the human, keeping his steps as light as he could in the big hallways.

Even so, he kept getting distracted, thinking back to that tree, or the various men who had an appreciation for his kind of form. His eyes started glazing over as he thought of them, feeling his cock sliding further and further from its protected place in his body. It wasn't even getting hard, just getting...getting bigger.

It felt wrong, but he couldn't quite get his head around it. It was too fuzzy. But he could keep following the doctor.

They were about halfway back to the main room when he felt the ground getting wet beneath his feet, getting slick and warm. He looked down, and saw that his floppy, soft dick was oozing pre over the metal.

Heh...that's...that's like a fountain...

It kept spilling all over his feet as he walked, like a continuous drip. His cock kept growing, but it still hadn't gotten hard. The floppy thing reached halfway to the ground, something that it never did without him being turned on first. There was something weird about it, something...

He groaned at the next door, despite Leinstrom's hushing gesture. The heat was spreading, moving past his balls - growing bigger under his tail - up to his rump. His pucker felt like it was twitching on its own, and as he brought his tail down to scratch at it, the tip slipped in. Just a bit, but enough to make him moan, his tongue hanging out.

"Ahhhhh-ha-ha-ha...that feelsh good..."

"Just...keep quiet for a bit longer, and it'll feel better."

"Whatever you shay, Doc..."

The dragon wobbled back and forth, sliding against the walls from time to time. It was probably because he wasn't using his tail for balance anymore, and instead using it to rub and tease his hole. It felt good against the heat, and even made his cock ooze more and more pre as a result.

He wondered why that was.

They soon reached the main room, and by then, Torin's cock was throbbing, up against his chest and finally erect. It felt so much bigger, almost like he had a cannon strapped to his stomach. A cannon. The thought was almost enough to set off a series of giggles.

The Deathclaws started looking up at him as soon as he entered, but this time, they didn't start screaming. He looked around, seeing a little more than half of them sporting dicks as big or bigger than his. Despite the situation, Torin burst out in laughter.

"Look! They got...got dicks like me..."

"Yes, yes, and you know what they're going to use them for?"

"I dunno."

"Rutting you."

Normally, a human shoving him would have been a trivial thing. They were so much smaller, after all. But in his intoxicated state, and with his tail doing something other than keeping his balance, the sudden shove from his side was enough to set him wobbling from side to side. He bumbled into one of the nearby Deathclaws, and fell on his side.

Immediately, the various males were rushing him, the lizard-like monsters upon him. No fear crossed his mind; he was still too giggly.

As Leinstrom ran off through the field of eggs, lacking any pursuit with all the interest in Torin, the golden dragon realized that his legs were being pulled apart. He looked down, seeing one of the big lizards with its cock in hand, pointed down towards the dragon's rump. Giggling, he moved his tail.

"Yeah...yeah...scratch that itch..."

He didn't know if the Deathclaw understood him, but it sure knew what it wanted. That fleshy shaft disappeared inside of his ass so fast that he lost his breath, almost like a punch to the gut. The monster started thrusting, hard, slamming into his ass and opening it up in a way that nothing in the Wasteland ever had.

His open mouth was taken by another, forcing him to swallow a big cock as he was rutted from both sides at once. The one from behind seemed to reach all the way to his stomach, while the one in his mouth tried to go all the way down his throat.

And all around him, the other males were dripping constantly, their cocks running, and dripping, and sliming things up...

Just like his...

The End