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Dreams are just dreams. I keep telling myself that as I walk down the road, nothing but the result of bad meat eaten raw, maybe even some parasite growing inside of my stomach and slowly driving me into madness.

It was morning and the weather was unsettled, but I needed to move. I turned my back to the decrepit hotel that had been my shelter for the last days and walked into the cold wind that whipped across the barren terrain. A bank of storm clouds raced east, away from me. Chains of lightning flashed at the storm's core, lighting up the ominous dark mass with bursts of sickly yellow.

A sulfurous dawn leaked through gaps in the clouds as I followed the ancient road looking for signals of civilization. The old-world highway was six lanes wide and had a crumbling middle strip, the concrete had been cracked and distorted by the ravages of time and the nuclear Apocalypse. It would have burst the tires and shattered the axles of old-world nuclear-powered vehicles moving at high speed, but the foot traffic and animal carts of the post-apocalypse industrial devolution could easily pick their way over the cracked asphalt.

My Pip-Boy offered some information about my whereabouts, it classified the highway as The Broken Path, but the auto-mapping function hadn’t detected any location of interest yet.

[Sneering Imperialist] I found a handmade sign, a crude thing made out of scrap metal and wood, black paint marked directions to different places, but it was all in the local’s dialect that I had never bothered to learn.

[Perception 8] I was walking for a couple of hours when I felt something else in the wind, subtle and alluring: Human blood.

I couldn’t resist the wild impulse running through my body, this bestial hunger impelling me towards the source of the smell even as I dreaded what I would find. Flashes of the dream came back, flashes of inhumanity.

[Deathclaw Mutagen] I moved out of the road and into the dry earth that surrounded it, running with desperate intent. I lost my shoes at some point, or maybe I removed then, but when my feet touched the earth it was an awakening. Bone and skin changed with every step, the nails elongated into talons, black like obsidian and sharp like swords. Muscle developed, my stance changed until I was running on the ball of my feet, the digitigrade stance of a predator.

Bliss and adrenaline coursed through my body. The alluring scent of blood swirled in my mind, it drowned what remained of human and let the animal hunger guide me. A rumble echoed in my throat, a silent, purring and my tongue pushed between my teeth, darkened and longer, tapering thin towards the tip, tasting the air. It slipped back behind my enlarged incisors.

I come to the ruins of a small outpost in the middle of nowhere, a couple shacks of metal and wood pressed together around a main road, handmade signs announcing fresh water and food for travelers with brightly colored symbols that even I could understand.

[Deathclaw Mutagen 2] The smell of death and radiation clung to every surface, my pip-boy clicked frenetically, begging me to get out of this cursed place. I breathed in the radiation, let it fill my lungs and exhaled.

Inches away, two huge eyes looked back at me from a rotten, hairless face, black eyes, alive but dead, and its mouth was lined with rows of pointed, broken teeth.

Before I could react, the ghoul lashed out. Clawing against my face, opening gashes that cut through my mouth, nose and cheek. I hit back, the ghoul's head hit the wall with a crunching sound and he fell back, I glimpsed other ghouls coming towards me.

The ghoul screamed up in my face as it pounced me. The wound burned, but knitted itself, he skin covering the wounds turning leathery and black, the eye tainted green.

I pommeled my elbow on the hairless head in a full-power arc. The top of the skull crunched under the impact and caved in. The ghoul's screaming stopped; the huge black pupils of its shark eyes floated on seas of bright red.

Even as it fell, the other ghouls began to rouse themselves into their necrotic rage. They screamed in unison and hurled themselves across the street with abandon.

[Death Claws] Flashes of inhumanity blinking in my eyes drove me into a frenzy that more than matched my inhuman opposition. Fearless in the face of the ghouls’ fury, narrow, curved, claws flicked, driving in and out of the rotten bodies in a red-tinged blur.

I sought out the soft and tender parts, piercing throats, stomachs, eyes. cutting off their arms at the elbows, dropping their coiled guts to the floor.

I moved in on them with my claws. Hacking at the heads and necks. Infected by the dream, I gave them brutal and violent deaths, exorcised my humanity through the radioactive fury. The ghouls shrieked and died under my claws and fangs; they were parodies of humanity undone by my hands.

"Fucking zombies," I roared aloud, "I’ll take you all to hell!"

My heart thundered as I stood victorious over the ghouls. A man and woman moved towards me, each dressed in heavy metal armor, carrying small packs on their backs; they carried combat shotguns with skilled ease, from their belts dangled bomb collars.

Slavers.

"Come now, little brother, it seems our trap has caught something much better than ghouls!" The first slaver took a step forward, her gun lowered, but the finger on the trigger, and her eyes fixed on me. “Look, ever seen a mutant like this?”

Without worry or care she was on top of me, looking over my body with disturbing interest, her grey eyes devouring my body with clinical lust. She took my hand between hers and raised it against the sun until she could better see my nails, then putting one finger in my mouth she raised my lips to examine my teeth.

“So fascinating…” she murmured. “Definitely a carnivorous and with those eyes, must have an amazing night vision...”

“Maybe some kind of cannibal?” The other slaver pondered. “It certainly is… or at least was human.”

"Please, I’m not a cannibal," I said, dragging myself back and out of the woman’s curious hands. "I’m a traveler, something weird happened and I need a medic.”

“Those dark clothes of yours are might strange, are you from Hell’s Rise?"

[Speech 65] “No, I know nothing of this place,” I lied. “My caravan was attacked and I’m lost.”

“What do you think, Anna?”

“Lying, most definitely lying,” she said without even raising her eyes, taking my left feet between her hands to inspect it closely, her fingers touching my talons. “Uh, very sharp!”

“So, what should we do to this one, dear sister?”

“Can I study it a bit more, Noah?”

“Alas, I don’t think we have this luxury. Our debt is soon to be due and this… creature could be worth its weight in caps to the right buyer.”

“Oh, hell no!” I groaned and pulled myself to my feet.

Anna reacted fast, the shotgun was back to her hands and pointed towards to my chest. “Not a request.”

Whatever left of human in me hesitated, was afraid. The beast was amused.

“Don’t kill the mutant, Anna,” Noah grunted more annoyed than angry. “We need this thing alive.”

“Just gonna soften it a bit,” she laughed.

[Unarmed 75] “You don’t know who you are dealing with,” I breathed out roughly as she dashed ahead, threw the stock of her shotgun with all her strength against my chin, the strike sent me reeling back, it filled my mouth with blood and broke a couple of teeth.

“Cute,” she laughed aloud, taking the shotgun firmly against her shoulder and pointing it towards me. “Now, come quiet and nice.”

I should have known better, looking down the barrel of her combat shotgun. The beast took over, I charged her with claws poised to strike and she pulled the trigger. The lead pellets hit me like a flaming sledgehammer to the chest, but it hurt less than it should have, adrenalin coursing in my veins turned the pain into rage.

[Unarmed 65] Anna had a moment of panic before I tackled her to the ground, claws cutting her steel armor with surprising ease. She raised her arms to defend her face and I clawed out the metal gauntlets, her forearms bleeding where my claws touched it.

She attacked me hard with the barrel of the shotgun, firing a couple of times blindly as she struggled to throw me off her. I held on to her, the claws digging deep into the metal, fracturing her chest plate with a strength that surprised me.

She moved her left hand quickly and the sting of metal teeth against my side was painful, the roar of her Reaper drowned by my screams as it wrecked my flesh and bones with brutal ease.

I jumped back, one hand going to my side as blood flowed freely even as my body burned with regenerative power, I recoiled, a slow roar in my throat, recovering my breath. Amusement glittered in her eyes and tugged at her lips. Crazy bitch.

We circled each other, step by step following each other’s movements, looking for a breach. She changed the reaper from her left hand to her right, eyes fixed on mine.

“Oh dear,” Anna drawled mockingly. “You are wonderful! I would love to dissect you!”

“Fuck off, slaver,” I announced blithely.

“Slaver?” Anna answered with a laugh. “That’s such a harsh term.”

“Exactly,” Noah agreed. “We are just providers of human resources.”

Brother and sister erupted in sadistic laughter.

“Of course you are,” I grunted seriously.

[Unarmed 90] She thought that was funny. But even as she laughed, she took two quick steps forward and lunged with the reaper, the rotating blades cut my chest, just a couple inches over my heart.

This actually hurt, the tiny blades of steel dug into my flesh, slashed through the muscles and rasped the bone.

“Ready to give up, mutie?” she asked, revving up the reaper to point out her words. “Come with us now and the pain stops.”

I breathed in ravenously, the pain fading. And from my own throat came a powerful roar. The vibrations resonated over my skin like a caress of power.

[Unarmed 65] She flinched, my roar reverberating through her very bones. She was silent then, staring out with clinical rage, interested in my movements. I attacked again before she could recover.

I lifted her with a single arm, muscles rippling with power and slammed her against one of the metal shack’s walls. My body was overwhelmed with new and powerful emotions, the beast took over and its rage was overwhelming, a simple and powerful desire that eliminated all other thought and rationality.

She fought back, swinging the reaper at my face, but I blocked her attack with my hand, took the reaper between my claws and broke it. I savored her fear for a moment, my right hand squeezing around her neck, my left hand poised to strike.

[Deathclaw Matriarch Mutagen] I flinched. Another smell filled my nostrils, mixed in with her sweat there was something new and sweet, alluring, and burning in my brain. I breathed in, let it fill my lungs and flow through my veins.

My arms tensed, tightened around her neck. I tilted my head forward and licked her face, savoring her sweat and arousal. Just as the rage had been all consuming this new sensation also filled my brain, banished all other thoughts and desires.

“Go on, fucking abomination,” she snapped at me, fists hitting my chest and arms uselessly.

She was warm. My fingers were wrapped around her neck, holding her close. I tipped my head forward and kissed her, hard and deep, a growl rasping my throat as she let my tongue invade her mouth. Her tongue twining with mine, urging me to take her, to hold her tighter.

“Fuck, you are freaky!” I gasped as we parted the kiss.

“I’m just starting,” she twisted in my hold, putting one arm around my neck and pulling me into the kiss again, her tongue invading my mouth eagerly, hungrily.

Her other hand went to the zipper of my jacket, sliding it down until my chest was bared, her fingers teasing one hard nipple in a moment sudden shock and surprise. I part the kiss, let her fall free on the ground and look down upon myself.

This moment of lucidity is all that I need to take in the changes. My legs had grown animalistic, three thick toes ended in sharp claws, my hell raised so that I walk in the ball of my feet. Thick leather had replaced most of my skin, from just under my belly button to my chest making a V shape and my face were still human enough for now. The back of my arms had hardened into thick, black scales that continued following towards my back and down my spine.

My open uniform now revealed a pair of full breasts, the nipples hardened and almost begging to be touched. If Anna noticed my consternation it didn’t made her hesitate for a single moment.

She jumped me, tackling me to the ground and holding my claws above my head, quickly tying them up with thick leather bands and unsheathing a combat knife.

“Now be very still,” she pressed the tip of the blade against my hard nipple. “I don’t want to ruin you just yet.”

I shiver as she pressed the tip of the blade harder, the cold metal pressed against my warn flesh, she gently takes it down, the cold blade presses just hard enough against my belly and the blade cuts open what remains of my uniform. I peeked down to see my cock completely gone, an engorged clitoris in its place.

My body revealed, she got up, admiring my body with her cold eyes, bringing the heel of her boot down against my nipple, teasing the hardened nipple.

“I love your body, mutt,” she ran her heel down my belly, pressing the flat of her boot against the base of my clit. I cried out and felt something inside of me clenching and convulsing with the pleasure-pain.

My whole body was burning, consumed by pure emotion and a primal desire that overwhelmed my rational mind. Her boot grinded against my clitoris, dragged whimpering moans out of my throat, made my body shiver and struggle against the leather bounds.

“That’s it, I can make it much better for you if you obey,” she lowered over me, pulling me into a hungry kiss as two of her fingers found the entrance of my pussy, slid inside with ease.

I roared aloud, not the same challenging roar of the battle, but a begging, a desire for mating. She stroked her fingers inside of me, my back arching with the pleasure coursing through my body.

In a bright moment of pleasure, I broke free of the bounds, my hands free I pulled her over me, clawing out her armor and slicing open the shirt she wore under it, pressing her hard nipples against mine, my aching clitoris against hers.

She pressed her hips against mine, brushing her clitoris against mine. I was hungry for pleasure, licking her face, cheeks, and neck, eagerly lapping as she spit in my mouth. I took her neck, licking and nibbling it with my sharp teeth.

Faster and faster she worked on me, our clitoris pressed together, dripping wet as our cunts pressed tightly. Surrendering to the beast I bit her down, first a wave of panic rushed over me worrying I could have hurt her, but she didn’t stop, never even slowed as my teeth broke her skin and I lapped up her blood.

My first orgasm in this body was shattering, a collapsing of pleasure that crashed over my body, left me panting and wishing for more. It was ecstasy like nothing I had ever experienced. My body went limp for a moment, my breath ragged as I struggled to compose any thought besides the echoing pleasure.

“You are mine now,” she whispered. A breath of sound. Too light for anyone to hear.

“Wait just a moment!” I protested, trying to get to my feet, but before I could get up the brother pulled a strange, boxy weapon out of his back and as he pulled the trigger consciousness abandoned my body.

[Bomb Collar Added]

[Tourist Trap Failed Successfully]