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"Your joking, right? Like, you're actually fucking with me." Rose asked, both bewilderment and disbelief lacing her voice. She had most definitely heard him right, yet it still didn't make any sense at all. Mike looked as if he had stated a simple and obvious fact, leaning on the back of his chair.

He shook his head slowly, having already tried to explain the subject matter twice now. "It's not much of a stretch Rose, I've gone through enough of your blood samples to narrow it down pretty easily." Her complete denial of what he was saying made his eyes roll, spinning around in his chair so he could lean back. "Surely you know how odd of a person you are, given you're not human."

Rose nodded, scrutinizing the scientists every word she had already heard before. "Vault 66 was extremely successful in their work up until the reactor meltdown about twenty-four years ago." Mike continued, taking every word slowly to make sure the dragon was getting every detail correct.

"I'm not an experiment." She cut him off, shaking her head vehemently. Her voice was becoming more of a growl with her growing frustration and anger. Magellan hissed in her arms, pushing his head into the crook of her neck to calm her.

"Then tell me how many others like you that you've met. I can't imagine it has been more than a handful, if even that." Mike retorted. His brow furrowed with annoyance at her blind denial of the truth, although her stubbornness was certainly admirable in some measure. "I'm not calling you an abomination or some sort of freak, Rose. It is simply a matter of fact that you share strong ties with both Deathclaws and others related to their reptilian family."

Rose huffed, frustration building once again despite the nightstalker's attempts to cuddle away her emotions. She rubbed his back appreciatively, making a few sweet noises to assure him that everything was alright. "Even if I did believe you, what the hell do you want me to do with a deathclaw, something I've never seen, and certainly want to keep it that way!"

Mike shrugged. "I want to see if such a savage beast could be made docile by any human. Or human-like being." He pointed a finger at her, cocking his eyebrow as well. Rose laughed at the statement, wiping Mike's smile off his face rather quickly.

"Why the hell do you want to tame a deathclaw, huh? So the Institute can send them out to 'cleanse' the Commonwealth?" Rose snapped, growling angrily with each word. Mike, who was still clearly having fun with the whole situation, spun around on his chair yet again, this time to kick of the wall and speed towards Rose's bed at an alarming pace. He stopped himself with his foot an inch before crashing into the metal frame, meeting eye to eye with the dragoness with a much more serious look in his.

"Such creatures would be an immense gain for the Institute, for both research and enforcement, that is definitely true. But the purpose of this experiment would be to reign in one of the greatest threats plaguing every life in the Commonwealth, to make it safer with their containment and possibly their assistance." He stated in a single breath. He glared at Rose to chime in with another snide comment, but she kept quiet this time.

"You will attempt to court one we captured some time ago, given your ties to it and his desperation in his solitude. He will see you as a prime matriarch for him to 'woo'."

Rose was blindsided by the absurd request the human had asked, feeling much more like a demand than anything else. Her mouth hung open as she looked at him with even more confusion then before. He sighed, pushing off her bedframe back towards the opposite wall.

"Do I need to spell it out for you? You need to mate with the beast, tame it, and after we assess it is no longer an outright threat to anyone, will let all three of you go free to enjoy the rest of your lives together." Mike pointed a finger to the crippled nightstalker in her arms. "I'll even throw in a pair of new legs for your companion should you cooperate."

That last addition grounded Rose's imminent comment before it could take off, suddenly the deal he was offering sweetened a great deal in her favor. He was a complete psycho for asking something so absurd, but she could tell that the he wasn't an idiot flinging around empty promises. She glanced down at Magellan, still tight in her arms, staring at the bandaged stumps with a sour expression until he leaned his head back to look at her with his innocent yellow eyes. The human knew exactly how to manipulate her just right, she'd give him that.

"God, you're a manipulative piece of shit..." She shut her eyes, not wanting to let the sight of Magellan's injuries get the better of her in front of Mike, who cocked a brow and waited for her to continue. "If you can you guarantee it's safe, and swear to help Magellan no matter what happens, I'll do it."

Mike smiled, satisfied with her answer. "I can guarantee your safety, and will uphold my promise for Magellan so long as you uphold yours." Rose noted the fact that he didn't deny what she had said, watching him stand up. "Just... what do I need to do?"

"Lay down and heal." Her replied, grabbing the chair by one of the arms and strolling out the door. "Wait wha-" was as much as Rose got to say before the door slid closed behind him, beginning to throw a fit of rage until her injuries forced her to stop. She bit her lip until the pain went away, huffing through her teeth all the while. Magellan hissed and licked her chin, getting her to smile. She leaned her head down and kissed him on the snout, letting a small chuckle escape her.

"You're in big trouble when we get home, mister." She whispered into his ear, gently setting herself back down onto the bed, keeping her arms draped around Magellan. He hissed again, wanting nothing else than to go home with her. Magellan set his head against her neck yet again and shut his eyes...

Each day Rose and Magellan were healing, a fact that Mike was generous enough to give them whenever he visited, they could move only within their small windowless apartment, which was little more than a bathroom, living room, and a bedroom; none of which were much to move around in. Granted neither of them did much moving for the first couple days, both due to Magellan's crippled state and Rose's braces and splints.

The exercise regimen Mike ordered Rose to after moving wasn't a horrible experience for her became some of the toughest she had ever done, purely because her body refused to do them half of the time. Seven days later and she was feeling close to normal, as normal as she could feel inside the Commonwealth's greatest enemy's home base with no weapons to keep her company...

Mike walked in just as she was getting off the treadmill beside her bedroom door, the dragon wearing a form-fitting tank top and a pair of cargo shorts that were both soaked with sweat.

"How are you feeling today, Rose?" He asked, getting a grunt in response as she wiped the beads of sweat off her face. Mike nodded, getting the gist of her answer. "Well, I hope you've been studying the notes I sent you Wednesday."

"Yea, I've been reading all about the mating process of deathclaws. Why do you guys have such detailed info on that stuff again?" She said between breaths, still coming down from her intensive run.

Mike smirked. "The Institute has had far too much time to study your predecessors in their 'natural habitat'." He replied, making air quotes with his fingers.

"And I still don't believe a word you said about that vault."

"That's the best part about facts, their true no matter what. I offered to show you the manifesto on the vault." Rose shook her head tiredly, giving the human a glare of annoyance, who shrugged in turn. "You don't have to hide from the truth. Honestly, it's one of the better ones a person could learn in today's world."

"I prefer knowing I'm not an experiment gone wrong." Rose stated, hoping to cut the conversation then and there. Mike didn't share her opinion nor her hopeful desire.

"But quite the opposite was the final product, you are after all humanity's next step in life." He continued, throwing another curve ball at her with the statement.

"Goddamn, how far off the deep end is he?" She thought to herself, taking a swig from her bottle of water. She rolled her eyes but didn't make any comment to the man's statement.

"Anyway, you should be healthy enough if you ran the handful of miles I ordered for today, and quite ready to proceed with our long-awaited test." Rose nodded, finishing off her water in a single drink and tossing it in the general direction of the trashcan.

As much as she wanted to get out of the sweat drenched workout outfit she had been issued, the human had specifically ordered her to keep anything saturated in her scent, something she never wanted to hear the mad scientists talk about in either of their lives ever again. He creeped her out to no end, and the sooner she could get out from under his boot, the better.

"I'll send for someone to fit Magellan with his new hind legs as soon as the experiment is completed." Mike stepped through the front door, beckoning her to follow with a wave of his hand. Outside her glorified prison was the synth who had accompanied Mike during their first meeting with Rose, going by X9-27 if she recalled; and the main reason she never got to leave her "cell" unattended. He stood perfectly straight and deathly silent, eyes glued on the two as they stepped out of the room.

"Prep habitat cell B6 for use." Mike ordered, not even glancing over to the synth.

"As you command." The synth responded, spinning on his heel and walking down a spiral staircase at the end of the room. Now that her warden wasn't going to get in the way, Mike lead Rose not down where X9 was heading, but out to a balcony and across the walkway that spanned the two pillar-like buildings that hugged the main atrium's rounded wall.

She knew where he was taking her, having made the trip to the medical ward more than a few times, with the first "visit" being the most haunting in her memory. They entered the single room floor where the many operating tables were, once again occupied by several grouped humans in lab coats doing a multitude of things scientific that Rose completely ignored at this point.

Trying to make sense of what they were doing was both fruitless and frustrating to her. Four of the humans were working at one of the tables, mechanical whirring filling the otherwise silent room as they huddled around whatever they were working on. One of them managed to notice her and Mike approaching, a lithe man with a shaggy white beard, and turned around to greet them with a genuine smile:

"Welcome Dr. Turner and Miss Rose, we we're just doing some final touches on the nightstalker legs you requested. And I must thank you again for letting me partake in such a unique opportunity sir." He stated in an upbeat and cheery tone.

"It was no problem Maurice; will the final version be ready anytime soon?" Maurice's smile faded enough for the both of them to take notice, although not entirely.

"Ah, our most challenging problem with the creature's nearly perfect cloaking abilities have been difficult to resolve properly, but the new skin layer we've designed should be ready within an hour or so. Otherwise, the prosthetics are working perfectly."

"Thank you, that will be around the time our experiment should be done." Mike stated warmly, beginning to walk away when Rose stepped closer to the table.

"Mind if I see?" She asked, the man's statement greatly concerning her. Even if Magellan could walk, not being able to properly hide himself would be devastating to him. Maurice looked to Mike for approval, who nodded with a shrug of his shoulders, and ushered her to the free space next to the table. On it sat a very realistic pair of legs identical to Magellan's lost pair, only these were made purely out of metallic bones and synthetic white muscles that flexed as one of the working scientists twisted a screw near one of the legs' knee.

Next to both legs were two thin patches of fur-spotted scales, one the same colors as Magellan while the other was a faded grey that faded in and out of its cloaked status, with a few noticeable imperfections lighting up every time. Rose was surprised at the work they had done, not expecting the Institute of all groups to make good on their word.

"Rose, the sooner you can perform in the experiment, the sooner you and Magellan may return home." Mike commented, tapping her on the shoulder lightly.

"Trust me, I know. Thank you all for letting me see you're work." She stepped back from the table, letting Maurice take her place to get back to their work. As she was walking back with Mike, the synth that he had sent off reappeared in a beam of blue light and electricity in front of them, making Rose jump in surprise with a yip.

"Habitat B6 has been fully prepared, Doctor Turner." he stated flatly. Rose wanted so badly to clock the robot for scaring the absolute shit out of her, but relented thanks to the fact he was still armed with his laser rifle.

"Take us there." He glanced back to Rose. "Bit of a walk there, so why not save us some time for the both of us?"

"Y-yea." She was hesitant to agree, wanting to avoid the nauseating feeling she felt the first time she had been engulfed in that blue light. X9 followed the human's orders silently, stepping between them and glancing at Rose with his cold eyes.

"Remain still." He commanded authoritatively. Rose swallowed a lump that was growing in her throat, realizing she was also holding her breath and let it go with a long sigh. Just as she was going to inhale, the all-encompassing blue beam cascaded around the three of them, treating Rose to the same vomit-inducing feeling of being through god-knows-what like a cloud of dust. When she came back together, the dragon gasped for breath and blinked away a few tears while the nausea began to pass.

Mike and X9 appeared completely unfazed by the sudden movement, neither paying attention to her as they strode over to a window that spanned the room's width. Unlike the ward they had just been standing in, this room was surprisingly painted a dark mossy green and completely unoccupied save for the three who had just showed up. Underneath the window frame, which housed a clearly much thicker layer of glass, sat a console lined with rows upon rows of buttons, switches, levers, and round lights; each one labelled with tiny white lettering above them. And unlike any of the other area's Rose had been in or seen, this one was dimly lit with only a few slitted lights casting a faint yellow that's purpose seemed purely to light the floor.

"Where are we?" She asked, rubbing her head as she walked over to see what was so captivating outside the window for the two. Her final word caught in her throat as she looked out onto what appeared to be a slice of the Commonwealth slapped right in front of her, a sight that chilled her spine like ice.

The habitat beyond and below the window was absurdly massive, an arid landscape of cracked dirt with half-dead clumps of grass, twig-like trees, and jutting pieces of rubble and garbage spotting the choppy ground. Overturned cars in every stage of decay sat on barely connected chunks of asphalt, gusts of wind kicking up the fine layer of dust that coated every surface to eventually ride up the yellowed outer wall that broke the illusion entirely. None of these features were strange nor disheartening to the dragon; it was the damage that had been done to each and every one of them that made it so daunting.

Across every surface were gouges and cuts deeper and wider than Rose's entire body, the wall surrounding the habitat shredded to the point of being almost unrecognizable halfway down. Cold fear poured through Rose as she stared at the trenches of rended metal and dirt. It looked as if a rabid animal hyped up on Psycho had made ribbons out of anything around it just for fun, yet the most terrifying piece of it all was the fact that she could see where the culprit was.

"He's in there." Mike stated, pointing towards a pile of shredded wood and uprooted trees. She squinted, looking for some sign that the human wasn't full of himself, but all she could see was the same dusty brown and rusty meta-

That dusty brown moved ever so slightly. Feeding Rose more than enough information to truly make out where the crouched beast was stationed. Its thick scales blended in with the scenery almost seamlessly, its massive claws clutching a dead stump as if ready to pounce, dwarfing it beneath his overshadowing frame. It's back was lined with a trio of thick, bony plates that ran down it in three uneven rows. His twin horns shadowed his roughly textured face and mouth, which was little more than two rows of pointed yellow teeth. That left only the terrifying creature's dark yellow eyes to put the final nail in Rose's dwindling confidence about any part of her situation.

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The deathclaw sat and waited, his focus remaining both on the thin window and the area surrounding him for whatever danger would come next. His keen eyes easily make out the two humans and the strange creature beside them, the two all too familiar to him than his reptilian brain could endure for much longer. He didn't know how many days he had been in this strange place, nor the fate of his pack the day they were attacked.

The humans had used the blue fire of the sun upon his brethren, piercing their hide with the same strength of their claws. He and his pack had torn the metal men apart, yet there were more and more coming from the blue lights around their cave. When he had thought the end was upon him, he had awoken here, in this scentless mockery of his home. His claws found no escape in the walls surrounding the space, nor could he crush the invisible barrier between him and the humans he so badly wanted to devour, to rend into tiny shreds of red.

He was alone, isolated with no matekin or pack to live by, a feeling that he had no understanding on how to comprehend, let alone cope with. Prey would sometimes fall within his unwanted territory, a prize he couldn't use to please any of his desires save to keep him full. He watched the creature beside the humans turn and begin flapping its jaw, the one wearing the white stuff turning to speak to it, to her.

Realizing her gender didn't come from his eyes observing every detail about her, but rather a primal part of him that vehemently told him it was a she. It came with a feeling he also didn't understand, yet it wasn't unpleasant like the loneliness he had succumbed to for so long. She was small, hornless, and clearly too weak to be one worthy of being kin, yet... there was an odd sense of familiarity to the being he was watching.

If she was kin, then surely her scent would be heavenly to him, perhaps hiding her true strength from the humans for him. Yes, she was a matriarch, wise and cunning, worthy of his devotion and kinship! A feeling of joy hope greeted the deathclaw, his crouched stance softening as he watched the matriarch elude the humans with her wit, making what remained of his scarred tail begin to wag with excitement. If she found him worthy, maybe he could become her alpha and reform a new pack of his own...

He shook his head, realizing this could all be another of the hairless apes' tricks. He watched them talk to one another from his nest, the female seeming annoyed as she threw up her arms angrily. If she was to enter this hell he was stuck in, he would learn very quickly what fate she was deserving of.

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"You better have a damn good backup if that thing doesn't take to my 'scent', cause I'm not getting torn to shreds!" she demanded angrily, fear clinging to her every fiber as she plucked at her sweaty outfit.

"Calm down Rose, X9-27 will be stationed up here with a rifle in case things go awry. You have nothing to fear." Mike stated calmly, raising his hands to help her simmer down.

"That's nowhere near enough for me to go out there!" Her voice became more of a snarl with each word, her lips peeling back with her quickly rising ire.

"Stand down or be killed." the synth stated, using a bit of inflection in his tone for a change as he began to lift his laser rifle towards her. And just like before, Mike pushed the barrel down before he could point it at her.

"You're out of line X9, she is not a threat nor is she even armed."

"She has both sharp claws and teeth that could endanger you, Doctor Turner." Mike grunted as the synth tried to lift his rifle a little harder, glancing back to see that the prone deathclaw was a bit more obvious.

"Fine, I'll give you one failsafe if you just comply." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small square chip with a circle cut out in the center. The chip was a solid white and blue, a shiny grey alloy lining several divots to give it a circuit board-like appearance. X9 turned to Mike with an oddly serious look on his face, arm moving to block him from handing it to Rose.

"Giving an unauthorized Institute member a courser transportation chip is prohibited, especially to any non-member." He stated, eyes keenly set on Mike's, who cleared his throat.

"Courser voice override code AP2766, authorization six" Mike stated aloud, the synth's face blanking out as he lowered his rifle and stared forward blankly, or, more blankly than normal.

"Requesting direct orders." X9 asked, voice clearly mechanical and robotic.

"Go to Boston airport and clear all Super Mutants in the area, above and below ground." Mike ordered.

"The director's orders will be followed." The synth stated before disappearing in a blue light. Mike sighed, leaning back on his console.

"Hope you didn't want that covering fire, cause it's gone now thanks to your little outburst." He said, sounding almost... tired.

"What did you just do?" she asked, mildly confused and even more on edge than before. His whole body slackened as he rubbed his eye with a hand.

"Sabotage, possibly treason if the board learns about what I just did." He pushed off the console and shoved the chip into her hands. Rose looked down at it, then back to him, expecting him to at least explain something about what was going on.

"I know that I'm crazy, but the world above isn't getting safer for humans to continue living in. We are born to adapt, it's in the fibers of what we are. And you." He jabbed a finger at her. "Are what we need to become to survive. But that is a conversation for another time, if it ever comes to pass." He lowered his finger to tap the chip in her hand.

"Press your thumb into the center of the chip and think as hard as you can on a specific space, which I advise to be your bedroom here in the facility, and you'll be there after a quarter second delay. Use it only if the deathclaw turns hostile, and any word of this will have you silenced permanently, understood?" He stated, making sure to make eye contact with her. Mike turned around to stare at the deathclaw still crouched in the same spot, placing his hands behind his back.

"Take the stairs down to enter the habitat, and remember that he will most definitely try to court you if he sees you as a mate, so play your cards right and earn yourself a ticket home." He smiled a bit as a thought came to mind. "And net yourself the experience of a lifetime while you're out there."

Normally she would have lined up a retort for Mike on that last comment but given how much of an attitude change he had and the ominous threat he gave her, she would let this one slide. She glanced around the room, looking for a way down, and saw a door she hadn't noticed beforehand. She glanced down at the chip again then slipped it into her back pocket, walking past Mike to the door.

"If he courts you, I'll be sure to offer you some privacy Rose, I have more than enough info on that subject." Mike called out as the door slid open for her.

"I'll keep that in mind." She said, stepping through and walking down the stairs beyond the door. With her out of the room, Mike rubbed his forehead, hoping beyond hope that everything he had dedicated his life to would finally pay off. He hadn't mentioned the fact she was almost impervious to radiation, the main asset that humanity needed in a world full of it if it wanted any chance at living above ground in the coming years.

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Rose walked down the steps two at a time, guessing by Mike's subtly distressed change of tone that she didn't have all day to bone the greatest threat in the entire wastes while the synth was away. She reached the bottom of the stairs and exited into a much longer room than the others, stretching far back to her right until it was capped off by a pretty sturdy looking metal door.

The opposite end was much closer to her and equipped with the same metal door, only this one had multiple spots that seemed to be dented from the other side, which sure as hell didn't make it any easier for her to walk towards. The door on the far end of the massive hall didn't give itself much justice from the distance, but the other compensated that by standing three times taller than Rose, who didn't even know where to begin to open the giant slab of metal. A heavy metal clang emanated from either side of the door as the metal crunched against the ceiling, slowly lifting itself up to give Rose a view of the arid habitat ahead of her.

From the windowed perch she could make out a great deal of the terrain in a single glance, yet now that she was on the ground floor the uneven dirt broke her sightline almost immediately, providing a bit too much cover for the thing she so badly feared to hide behind. Although it scared the ever-living shit out of her, she had too many things riding on the next few minutes, maybe hours if she was lucky. The first step into the enclosure was hard for her to make, glancing around frantically as she slowly walked in, and the thick door behind her began to grind back down.

The thought of diving back under the door into safety screamed at her to be the greatest idea she had ever thought about, but she clenched her fist and swallowed the mini-nuke sized ball in her throat, planting her feet as she let the door slam shut to lock her in here. She thought of Magellan, remembering how she had found him alone and scared out in the desert, his family butchered and strung up like streamers above the alone cub.

She wouldn't leave him today, obliviously sitting in his cubby hole waiting for her uncertain return. Either she was going to tame the overgrown lizard somewhere inside this place, or she was going to teleport right back to Magellan and get them both the hell out of the Institute, even if she had to tear apart the most advanced faction in the Commonwealth with her bare claws. She worked herself up enough to put one foot in front of the other, legs still quaking despite her best efforts as she walked further into the mouth of hell.

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The deathclaw watched the creature enter from behind an overturned car, his claws set on the ground ready to launch him in her direction at a moment's notice. There was no wind to carry her scent for some reason, nor did he know what powers she might launch at him if she was a trick and found him. He would have to play the long game, trailing her to see just what she truly was to him: matron or prey.

She was clearly fearful of him, her movements slow and hesitant as she walked forward, but perhaps she was simply waiting to flaunt her intellect by showing of her skillful cation. Her hide couldn't be tougher than his nor could it withstand a swipe of his claws if she let him get close enough. She crossed past a hill, letting the deathclaw stalk in a circular motion towards the door she had come from, staying silent in his movements and out of her field of view.

He sniffed the air, searching for a scent to learn more about the creature that was in his domain, and found it very quickly. His nostrils flared wildly as they took in a strong scent unlike any other he had tasted in his time here. Not only was she of ilk, she was powerful! Every being of her scent breathed power, intellect; it oozed every strength an alpha would fall to his fours and whine for like a pup. He growled lustfully, a distinct purple object between his legs beginning to reveal itself as he breathed in her odor again and again.

She was the one, if not his savior from his tormented existence, then at the very least one who he could follow and breed many clutches with. The deathclaw tracked her scent with his nose heartily, sucking up her holy smell like a vacuum as his dong surged and dribbled his pent-up desires onto the ground beneath him. He needed to court her, show he was worthy of her power, as her alpha and matekin to be.

The horny beast traversed the uneven land like a lizard, keeping silent as his queen wandered forward towards his nest! It was perfect, he would show off his nest making skills, she would take in his heady musk the perfumed it, and surely she would accept him! His eager member made it hard to track his matron, brushing against the ground and making him shiver, leaving behind an oozing trail of hazy whitish green behind him. Had there been any other creatures who wandered this false world like he, the deathclaw would have made sure to clean his trail to safeguard the one he yearned for, but given the opposite, perhaps if his nest didn't please her, his readiness to mate would do the trick. Or if she attacked him with her claws she would see how tough his hide was, and how strong their clutches would b-

The deathclaw's desperation for her affection couldn't be measured by any number, his primal instincts driving his simplistic mind to ensure that the female he was following would be his, no matter how hard he had to try to woo her.

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Rose crept forward, glancing back every so often to make sure the beast wasn't getting ready to pounce her. The damn thing was either still in his nest, or prowling around somewhere she couldn't see, which was basically past any hill or upturned car. Its absence and the sheer silence made her want to curl in a ball and cry for someone to save her, but she didn't have the time nor the option to make that decision She grabbed a dry tuft of grass to help pull herself up onto a tall hill, the shoes she had been wearing starting to piss her off as they slipped off the ground and almost dropped her on her ass. The last straw came when one of them slipped off her unfitted foot, an outburst of angry shouting coming from her as she flung the useless piece of garbage behind her with a swift swing of her leg, doing the same to the other before it could make the same mistake.

Her anger went out like a light as she immediately shut her trap and realized how loud she was being, a few beads of sweat running down her face as she looked around to see if the deathclaw was nearby. But he was too busy sniffing at her shoe to really pay her any mind at the moment, the earthy smell beyond wonderful as he took in its strength.

She must have seen him because the shoe had smacked him right on the snout both times she flung them, clearly an offering to appease him for the time being. The scented offering surely meant she was enticed by what she saw, her shout strong and welcome in place of the agonizing silence he had lived in until now. He spent an unknown number of minutes sniffing the shoes with a fervor before he realized he was letting his matriarch get away! He glanced around to remember where the generous gifts from her were before silently bounding off after her, cock bobbing with a bit more slimy pre running down it than earlier.

Rose kept moving, hands ready to activate the chip at the slightest sign of danger. Finally she surmounted a pile of splintered tree stumps and found the hiding spot the deathclaw had been in not too long ago. Not to her surprise nor for her sake, the spot was devoid of the scaly lizard, leaving the empty nest to greet her eyes. And surprisingly the sight wasn't too unpleasant.

In the ring of splintered wood and scrapped garbage was an array of surprisingly well-maintained blankets, a few cuts bleeding stuffing and cotton out. Bits of bone were also just as prominent as the bed of blankets, splatters of old blood staining the hodgepodge of fabrics a dark crimson. But most importantly of all was the intense smell that permeated every inch of the area. It was powerful to say the least, Rose's nose scrunching up as she caught a whiff of the male's saturated musk that just...

She had a moment of disgust with herself, the scent of the male deathclaw smelling somehow... good. She was half tempted to smack herself for thinking such, but instead covered her nostrils with her hand and hopped into the softer part of the nest. Then she let go of her nose and remembered her entire purpose for coming in here in the first place. Whether she liked it or not, she had come her to fuck the damn thing, so trying to uphold her dignity was already out the window. Her thought process got cut off as something behind her broke, the dragon's blood running cold and her breath caught in her throat, fearing to dare turn around.

The functioning part of her brain made it clear that her life depended on it, so with ever so slow movements she turned on her heel to look up at the beast on the nest's edge. The deathclaw stared at her with its pupil-less eyes, its gaze almost tangibly spearing Rose in her chest. Now that she was so close it was impossible not to make out every thick scaly segment of his body, his talons large enough to eclipse her hands as they dangled beneath his hunched form. Her eyes managed to catch a completely different color between his legs, bring her some relief that he didn't intend to eviscerate her just yet. In the center of his groin was a bobbing purple cock, bulbous and laced ridges and grooves, the tip a brighter reddish hue than the rest of his forearm length shaft.

He saw the female's eyes drift down to his painfully obvious erection, his excitement contained only by the fact that he had yet to see her true reaction to him. Being so close to her, the female's scent was tantalizingly strong, making his member jump as his nostrils took in a deep breath. Her fear was more than justified, it was beyond unusual for a female as powerful as her to be so small, perhaps even having lived like humans and made to forget their kind's courting rituals, given her stillness.

He had to make the first move and teach his matekin their ways if he was to be alone no longer. His missing tail and her fear of him forced the deathclaw to improvise heavily, turning to the side and crouching onto all fours to appear as small as he could to the frightened female. Neither of them could beat his tail on the ground to truly begin the ritual, so he instead chose to rattle his claws against one another, lifting his leg to give her a clear view of his member's size and girth.

She remained unmoving, perhaps too stunned by his forwardness and needing him to take the ritual a step back for her. He obliged her unspoken request, turning to face her and lowering his head towards her. She had no horns with which to lock with his, but if she could at the very least approach him and touch his horns, he would consider it a pass and move onto the next steps ingrained in his head.

For a while Rose blanked entirely out of fear. The deathclaw wasn't following the usual method of courting that he was supposed to, scrunching up when he had banged his claws together and made that agonizing sound. When he moved to lower his head before her, something deep within her being managed to move one of her legs forward, bringing about a wild wave of confusion for the rest of the dragon as she took another step. That part of her found the courage to move for Rose, her rational mind essentially letting go of the controls as her body managed to step closer to the deathclaw.

She shut her eyes, thinking only of Magellan and how she would treat him to all the brahmin steak in the whole world when they got home, and shakily reached out a hand to hover over the deathclaw's massive black horns. The musky aroma around her made her breathing heavier, sweat beginning to bead down her more than when she was "alone" in the enclosure. Finally she touched one of his horns, flinching as it moved slightly. The bone felt harder than steel and coarser than sand, but with it in her hand, Rose felt an odd shred of calmness.

The deathclaw felt her soft hand touch his horn after hesitating, joy hugging him all over as he leaned into hand a bit more, wanting her to feel how much of a powerful mate he could be to her. He lifted his head, noticing her flinch again as he moved to look into her lovely eyes with a passion. Behind her terrified gaze was the strong matriarch he could see within her, crushed by the apes who had slain their brethren like pests. And now that she had accepted his proposal to some extent, the mating ritual was ready to begin.

He pulled back from her hand, a pang of sadness running through him at the loss of her delicate touch. She was still afraid, but the growing power of her aroma was beginning to mingle with his, meaning she too was beginning to feel the same urges that he was. He began to circle her in the nest, wagging his stumpy tail to at least give the proper way a try...

Rose finally began to move, recognizing the male's circling around her as the part of the ritual she had actually managed to remember, and began to track after the male in her spot. Maintaining eye contact with him was tricky, but it was necessary for all matrons to show they were strong enough to lead their partners, at least that's what the notes Rose had been given said. The deathclaw growled, almost stopping Rose still from her tracking of him; the first test of her prowess as a possible matriarch.

Next was likely when he was meant to charge her, locking horns to determine who was strongest, and was also the part Rose had no clue what to do about. The deathclaw stopped circling her, facing her on all fours and ducking his head to do exactly what she was sadly expecting.

He knew she couldn't match him, but so long as she could stand her ground against him and not waver, he would yet again take that as simply another bending of the rules and continue. Had any situation other than the one they were in been the case, he most definitely would have left her scarred as an unfit matron, but desperation for another like him flexed every part of him to appease his desires and see her as a perfect matriarch. He scratched the ground with a clawed foot, cutting into it like soggy paper as he gave the female far too much time to prepare herself.

She planted her feet and dug her small clawed toes into the nesting, her arms lifting to prepare to grapple with him. A lingering part of the deathclaw feared that she was unworthy of his seed, but thankfully the rest of him snuffed out that thought process as he ran at her at a despicable speed with his horns jutting forward.

Rose's breath wavered as the beast ran at her, his speed terrifyingly fast as he bore down on her. If she couldn't stop him here and now, he would simply gore her on his horns and end everything she had ever worked for. That small piece within her grew as her resolve once again wavered, a carnal instinct bolstering it as fire burned beneath her amber eyes. She let out a feral snarl at the approaching deathclaw, hands springing forth to latch onto his twin horns and push with all her might to halt him in his tracks. The force of him nearly knocked her to the ground immediately, legs ready to buckle as she took a step back and pushed back against him.

Much to the deathclaw's surprise the female fared well against his weak charge, slowing him enough that she was only sliding back sluggishly, her claws digging into the nesting as she struggled against his overpowering strength. Her snarl brought him more hope of bringing out the matriarch within her, the grip on his horns tight and more than powerful enough for his standards, which were already at the bottom of the irradiated barrel. She growled angrily, baring her rows of fangs as she slowed him down even further, breathing heavily through her gritted teeth as she fought against him. She finally managed to stop him entirely, grunting and huffing as he continued to test her merit.

That is, until she started to push him back.

Rose breathed heavily, kicking off the ground with all the anger and hate she had pooled up inside her every day she had been here, and began to wrestle the deathclaw back, uncaring about the muscles that cried out with pain. She howled with all her pent-up rage, twisting the deathclaw to the side with inhuman strength that brought it down to the ground with a heavy and resounding thud that resonated both across the ground and through the still air.

The deathclaw rolled with the female's twist, surprise crossing his face as she managed to pull him onto his back so early in the mating ritual, a step that was meant to be at the end of it! He wasn't complaining though, his entire body was surging with his feral lust for her curvy and smooth body, nor did he have the interest to truly continue the charade any further. She had none of the features of a strong Matriarch, yet his instincts told him there was no greater candidate in the entire world for him after having been overpowered by something so much smaller than him. She was the one!

Rose huffed, her arms beginning to scream out with the sudden exertion she had just put them through. The deathclaw sat on his back, looking at her expectedly while she caught her breath, hands still clutching his horns. She growled as he attempted to stand back up, keeping him still with her grip on his head alone. She didn't know what to do anymore, having jumped past several hundred steps in the mating process that she couldn't remember where they were anymore.

The deathclaw purred lightly, the noise unusually gentle and pleasant for the beast, vibrating her tightly gripped hands and seeming to sooth the pain they were pulsing with. She blinked away tears of relief and pain, just happy to be alive after going toe-to-toe with a walking nightmare like him. The deathclaw began to flip over, this time her angered growl not stopping him as her grip on his horns was forced off by his twisting and turning.

He rolled back onto his belly and, staying low to the ground, pushed his head against her chest with much gentler care. She had proven her strength to be greater than his, and now he would do anything to please his new matriarch to the fullest of his abilities. Her pounding heartbeat was easy for him to hear as it came with every one of her ragged breaths. Overpowering him had harmed her in some way, and the deathclaw's base instincts told him to purr against her to help dull the pain somehow. Her heart beat seemed to calm, making his purring only increase to continue the nonsensical remedy to her aching pain. She was still terrified as the beast pressed up against her, every pointy end of the monster only a couple inches from her, but now...

It seemed calm, complacent even. She had the beast at her beck and call, and she didn't have a clue what she wanted to do with it now

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Apparently he knew what she wanted, churring lightly as he pressed his snout against her shorts, taking in the center point of her wonderful scent that made his member surge even harder, almost painfully so.

"Easy boy." Rose managed to say, her heavy breathing not stopping even though her fatigue was passing quickly. The earthy smell of him was overpowering her, letting the male gently knock her onto her ass with a subtle push of his head, which followed her down eagerly. He nipped at the cloth covering her, pulling at the metal button near the top until it popped out and spat it out to wriggle his head further between her legs. She wanted to stop him, but that part of her that essentially saved her life was begging for her to let him continue, and she was all the more interested in where he was going with the action.

"Calm down, I'm not going anywhere for a while." she said, fueled by that part of her that was solely fueling her confidence at this point. Rose placed a hand on his snout and pushed his head back so she could unzip her shorts, having already let him damage them too much in just a few short seconds. She lifted her legs into the air, scooting up the article of clothing far enough that she could kick it off with only a couple tries.

The deathclaw seemed to prefer her legs up like that, pressing his head between them against her thin panties and giving them a long inhale. His eyelids fluttered as the cloth failed to hide her radiant and musky scent from his powerful nostrils, a low growl rolling up his throat as he slid his tongue out to taste her. He first ran it up through the crack between her thigh and groin, licking up the accumulated sweat there like a heavenly nectar bestowed by the gods themselves.

If her fragrance wasn't enough to do the trick, the one taste on his tongue almost brought the deathclaw to a climax all on its own. He lapped at her body with almost no restraint, scouring the area between her legs for more of that powerful flavor. Rose moaned as he licked her panties hard, the fabric pushing into her with his desperate licking.

His hot breath washed over her entire waist as he lavished her with his slimy appendage, looking up to her every so often to see if she was enjoying his work, which she most definitely was. Her needy sex leaked for more than the teasing he was so committed to, one of her hands rushing down to grab the saliva-soaked panties and tear them off roughly, her whole body burning up. A high pitch whine escaped her lips as she begged for him to stop teasing her, unable to contain herself any longer.

With Rose's puffy lips completely unobstructed to the deathclaw's thick slimy tongue, he homed in on the source of his mad desire to please her and feverishly lapped her wet folds. The dragoness whimpered loudly as an intense pleasure fired throughout her body, her tunnel clenching at nothing which each lick across her dripping snatch. It wasn't enough for her, she wanted more, she needed to have something inside her right now! Rose grabbed the deathclaw's horns and bucked against his tongue, a shrill yowl escaping her as the slimy appendage was pushed into her.

The deathclaw churred as his tongue entered the female's passage, bathing his taste buds in her wet heat and savory juices. Her pleased noises were symphonic to him as she squeezed against his appendage as it wriggled within her, splashes of delicious fluids enticing him further into her deepest sanctum. His widening tongue stretched her more and more apart with each inch of flesh he probed between her lips, her moans and mewling telling him that she wanted more.

He glossed over a sensitive spot in her gushing canal, uncorking a potent wave of her feminine juices as he pressed on, soaking every taste of her as he reached for her darkest depths. He finally found the end of her tunnel and prodded at the tight entrance to her cervix, his greed knowing no bounds as she squirmed around him. Worming against it, the deathclaw's tongue slid far further than Rose had ever felt, the pain that came with it drowning in the endless droves of pleasure. When he breached into her final passageway her noises hit their high note, every fleshy wall convulsing against the deathclaw as she came with a few twitchy kicks from her legs atop his head.

The deathclaw's tongue was swamped by her sex's oozing walls as he felt around for the eggs in her uterus. He found none, leaving him beyond confused if she was fertile or not. Until he could solve that mystery the deathclaw kept fucking her with his tongue, her overbearing taste making his cock shoot a few sticky ropes of cum onto the ground as he drank from her.

Rose couldn't keep herself together after the climax bowled her over, sucking the strength from her with each movement of her inner muscles as they uncontrollably squeezed against the deathclaw that mercilessly squirmed within her passage. When her soft moans and gasps turned more pained he ceased his advances and began to remove his seemingly limitless rope of flesh from her gaping pussy, making sure to clean up any leftover sweets along the way. Her walls tried and failed to pull him back in, her whole body sagging tiredly into the nesting beneath her as her afterglow faded away.

A loud, squishy pop rang out as his tongue escaped the confines of Rose's snatch, sliding back into his mouth drenched in his well-earned prize. He pulled his head back, letting her legs slide off his head and flop onto the ground before bringing his head towards her tank top. Taking extra gentle care, he opened his jaw and carefully grabbed the fabric and hoisted Rose up off the ground. She didn't try to fight him as the deathclaw turned and began to walk, her toes just barely dragging on the nest bedding. She wondered where he was taking her when their trip was already over, which was good because her sweaty tank top was on the verge of ripping. The deathclaw had simply moved her a bit closer to the center of the nest.

If he wanted to the beast could kill her right then and there, the dragoness's arms too weak to grab the chip in time before he had her in his clutches. Not that he intended to harm her in any way, quite the opposite. She was not full of eggs like he was expecting, but that didn't make his cock any less hard and eager to sheath itself in her now fully prepared pussy, which still hung slightly open and dribbling with his saliva and her leftover nectar.

The sight tempted him to dive back in with his tongue to worship her further, yet his urges to mate was too hard to ignore any longer. Rose looked up at the horny animal above her, his yellow eyes glossy as he churred softly, as if asking for permission for something. She strained to lift her head and glance between his legs, reminded by the oozing purple phallus just what her purpose was initially, and let out a sigh. She had enough energy for round two and nodded slowly.

The deathclaw smiled as she accepted his request, the beast giving an enthusiastic purr to emphasize that she wouldn't regret a minute of it. He hunched over her, clawed hands sliding underneath her to lift her up against his chest, the razor-sharp edges dangerously close to cutting her that somehow managed to feel exciting to the lusty dragon. She leaned her head against his rough scales to hear the heavy thrum of his heart beating deep within him, the sound like the beat of a drum only twice as deep. His purring sought to ease her worries, working rather well as she closed her eyes and waited for him to continue.

His member slapped against his belly as he let his matron calm her nerves, sure of himself that his tongue had properly prepared her to take him proper. Slowly he began to lower her towards his pole, straightening out his back to let gravity do much of the work. One of her feet brushed up against his member, making it surge from the mere touch of her against him; it was clear to him that his over sensitiveness would make their mating session far too short.

Rose lined herself up for the lizard as she was being lowered, one glance below showing her the massive rod she was trying hard to mentally prepare herself for it. The cock oozed a white cream from its tapered tip, a hint of green tinting the thick stream an appetizing minty color. Eventually her pussy kissed against its head, bring about a surge of heat running up Rose's body like wildfire as she straddled his crown.

With all the dexterity he could muster, the deathclaw loosened his grip on his mate slowly, quivering as he felt the velvet warmth of her sex stretch over his cock like a glove. Rose gasped as she was spread by his girthy member, the bulbous shaft taking over as his smooth tip spearheaded the slow charge into her love canal. Inch by inch she sunk onto him further, tongue lulling from her mouth as each bump and groove on his member brought forth a surge of fiery warmth tingling them both, his hot pre coating his cock's march into Rose's body. He then let go of her completely, letting her slide down his shaft at the full mercy of her weight, her loosened walls spreading like curtains for the behemoth member stuffing her to full. She reached his slit and fell into another surging climax, every nerve a live wire with her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as his tip prodded at her cervix.

The deathclaw himself found a way to hold himself back as her walls squeezed against his sensitive flesh, her depths heavenly and making him shiver with powerful pleasure. He shakily held Rose as he pulled his hips back, the slick feeling of her soft passage running over his cock making him quiver at the knees. Halfway out was when he couldn't stop himself from thrusting back in, making Rose squeal as his mighty tool was thrusted back into her, a thick glob of cum shooting from his length as he reared up for another thrust. Rose was held like a doll as the deathclaw thrusted into her a few more times, unable to hold out for another as he buried himself within her and fired his load into the deepest reaches of her sex.

His long-dormant load came thicker and heavier than the pitiful piles of goop he had left behind by a factor of five, flood Rose's pussy with his seed, lifting his head up and released a guttural roar in triumph. Rose joined him in that roar, her own lost entirely by his that made the air quiver around them. He staggered, nearly falling over as his knees threatened to buckle from the orgasm rocking him to the core

Although her cunt had been packed tight by his thick pillar of flesh, the beast's cum found the cracks necessary to gush from between her lips as the rest of her overflowed with his seed, creating a pitter-patter of soft thuds as it waterfalled onto the ground. Time passed by in a hazy blur for the both of them as the deathclaw's climax continued for what felt like an eternity, forcing him to his knees by the time it finally came down. He kneeled in a widening puddle of his own green-tinted cum, wobbling drunkenly as his head felt light and floaty.

Rose felt like bloated beyond comparison, every crook and cranny of her cunt jam packed with his pent-up load. The male began to lift her off his slowly softening rod reluctantly, wanting her warmth to remain around his tool for every last moment of his life. She groaned loudly as he began to retreat from her gaping snatch, releasing more of his virile cum onto the already drenched ground when his bulbous rod came free, flecking drops of jizz onto his groin as it flopped over.

Both of their strengths were depleted after that, yet Rose still managed enough to squirm out of his dangerously sharp grasp as her numb legs began to retain their feeling. The deathclaw removed a hand from her to plant it onto the ground and ease himself down, settling his tired body on the cum-soaked blankets with a muffled splat, not the least bit worried about his matriarch as she slid onto the ground.

Rose landed on her feet and almost fell immediately after, both from her barely recovering strength and the cum saturated cloth that almost made her slip. Warm jizz oozed down her thigh as her gaping maw of a pussy refused to close just yet, her waning pleasure-drugged mind replacing the numb feeling with a dull throbbing pain of being spread so viciously wide. She wobbled away from the spent deathclaw like a drunkard, the beast grunting as he watched her shamble over to the edge of the nest.

Her sense of direction was beyond lost as she hazily glanced around the bordering walls for the sole window she was looking for. She found it after a couple turns and almost falling down doing so, probably looking like an absolute mess to Mike with all the cum soaking what clothing she was still wearing and the awkward stance she took just to stay upright. From the distance between them she doubted he could hear her, so she raised both her hands high into the air and flashed the window two thumbs up, arms shaking as she kept them up for as long as she could in hopes he could see her.

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Mike smiled, looking at the exhausted girl giving him two thumbs up in victory, as if he couldn't tell from the mess alone that she had done the impossible. He reached down to one of the switches and flipped it, a panel popping open with an extended mic sliding up towards his face He tapped it twice to make sure it was working, hearing the thud through the window as the noise came through a multitude of unseen speakers spaced out in the habitat

"Congratulations on your performance miss Rose, the experiment is a success!" He stated cheerily, unable to actually express the immense relief he was feeling right now.

"I'll send for some personnel to bring you back to your room so you can shower and rest up." He watched her hands fall limply to her side and nodded, hooking a thumb back towards the deathclaw lying in a puddle of his own cum.

"He'll be fine, probably not going anywhere for the next hour or two, so just head to the door." Mike smirked, admiring her stamina for outlasting that of a deathclaw's. Rose nodded again, glancing back at the deathclaw, and started walking in the complete wrong direction of the door.

"Other way." Mike chimed, watching her glance behind her before spinning about and heading in that direction instead. Mike flipped the switch back, pushing off the console and turning around just as a blue light exploded into the room. X9 emerged, riddled with bullet holes and cuts marking most of the synth's body that shined with fake blood.

"The mission has been completed. Requesting further orders." He stated flatly, twitching as electricity danced across the red stains across his body.

"Return the chip in Rose's possession to me, then return her to her room post-haste when no personnel are in view."

"Orders confirmed." X9 nodded, turning sharply and walking to the door out. Mike almost let him leave when he remembered a very important order to add.

"X9, prep subject 1B for release along with Rose and Magellan twelve hours after your prior orders are completed." He added, the synth whirring around immediately and nodding again.

"Orders confirmed." He repeated, twisting around and continuing towards the door with small sparks coming out of his wounds every so often. Mike sighs, reminding himself to replace the courser's couple hours before the override order to cover his tracks. He turned and watched Rose awkwardly walk towards the beaten metal door at the end of the massive habitat, trying to count the number of feats she had committed today alone that would have killed a normal human.

Radiation poisoning times about ten, being anywhere near a deathclaw about twenty; the list went on and on, proving his point even more...

To Be Continued...