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When your PipBoy beeps is when you realize you are in trouble. You are already beginning to feel fatigued and unwell and a glance at your wrist-mounted computer tells you why. You've been exposed to a lot of radiation since your journey began, a few Rads at a time but it's now added up to less than healthy levels. You reach into your pockets and procure a couple of pills. You dry swallow the RadX with the knowledge that they are only a temporary solution. You know they won't make you feel better but at least you won't get that much worse.

Your PipBoy continues to beep until you have the presence of mind to silence it. You glare left and right to the wasteland that lies around you. All you see is seemingly endless stretches of dead land with a range of mountains to your far left. You are not fooled. Death lurks in this wasteland even if it's not always visible. Whether they be animas or your fellow man, you are not safe--especially not from the ever present radiation.

You check your PipBoy's incomplete maps. True, you could always go back to the place you had holed up in for a weeks but there was a reason you had left in the first place. Enclave incursions meant no good for anyone, even an unaligned wanderer such as you. In addition, backtracking would hardly do anything to solve your radiation problem. You'd just end up where you began but sicker and with nothing to show for it.

You scroll the map around, looking for an area that might be both free of radiation and danger. It's very difficult to find a location matching these criteria. There's a fort to the far east, but you remember talk of slavers staying there. A bunker southwest sounds appealing until you figure out what the BOS in BOS Armory stands for. You have nothing personal against the Brotherhood except that their presence brings the Enclave, and the Enclave means trouble. Plus, if you could get their location so easily from a terminal in some abandoned house, then so could the Enclave too.

After a little more map studying, you find a non-irradiated section of the mountains to the west, a patch of purity that even has a tunnel passage to some portion of the Wasteland that your PipBoy has outdated files on. Even better, an abandoned clinic is on the way. If you get lucky you might be able to find some RadAway from there.

Your decision made, you make your way to the west.

The journey does not start well. Not only does the radiation illness steal your strength but also it is especially hot today. As a result, you are most thirsty than usual and drink quite a bit of water. Unfortunately, not all of your water is pure and you can certainly feel yourself getting worse with each gulp of irradiated water. Thankfully, this is the most of your misfortunes. Only once do you have to take cover hind a tree when you spot a few cazadores in the distance, but they don't notice you and fly away after a little bit. Other than that, you don't encounter anything else aside from a few radroaches, whom you know won't bother you unless you bother them first.

Surprisingly, you reach the abandoned clinic not much worse off than you were before other than the increase in your radiation. You didn't think your luck was that good.

The abandoned clinic lives up to its name with nary a soul in sight. Still, you approach it carefully, laser rifle at the ready. The weapon is damaged, but you're sure you can vaporize whoever messes with you before it totally falls apart. If not, the 10mm pistol in a hostler at your hip should do the job.

You reach the clinic's door with no trouble. You check the handle with one hand while keeping the rifle raised and ready with the other. The door is unlocked and opens without a sound. You enter the clinic and find it just as empty of life inside as it seemed outside. Feeling safe enough, you begin to scavenge what you can from the building. You find some water, some food in the form of Salisbury Steak and InstaMash, a couple of stimpacks, a few rounds of 10mm, a handful of bottlecaps, and even a bottle of NukaCola. Most importantly of all, you find some RadAway. Soon after finding it, you inject it into your blood stream. Not long after that, you have to piss really bad, which is really a good sign as it means the RadAway worked. You go outside. As you do your business you notice the sun is setting. You decide it might be best to stay the night in the clinic. You're too tired to continue your journey and the clinic can be fortified if need be.

So, you head inside and you choose what seems to be the least used cot available. With the help of some sheeting and an armless teddy bear, you get comfortable. Even with the threat of wasteland dangers at the forefront of your mind, you find yourself drifting to sleep. Before you know it, you fall asleep.

Some time later, you suddenly awake to the sound of a loud, droning hum. You sit up, grab your rifle, and peer out of the clinic's shattered window. You instinctively duck as you catch sight of a Vertibird in the night sky. It's descending, appearing as if it might land not too far from your current location. You swear in a hushed tone as your mind races. You consider your options: wait and hope the Enclave doesn't find you or get the hell out of here and head to the tunnel. Rushing back to the cot, you gather your supplies, decision already made. You were already damn lucky as it were today and you don't want to take chances with the Enclave. You've heard they have energy weapons like you, and in much better condition. In addition, apparently they wear fancy power armor. You? You just have a Vault suit and a baseball cap. You wouldn't last a second in a hypothetical encounter, and if you did you didn't want to imagine what torture you might have to endure if captured alive.

You head out of the clinic and reorient yourself towards the tunnel with the help of your PipBoy. Since it's still night, you take some Cat's Eye to allow you to navigate the dark without having to resort to your PipBoy's light. Even though your unfamiliarity with your drugged up lowlight vision slows your pace, you hustle as fast as you can away from the clinic.

After a half an hour silence and lack of contact with anything else, you slow your pace to a fast walk. The ground becomes rough and rockier the further along you go necessitating you be careful with your steps. Eventually you spot it: the entrance to the tunnel, a wide hole in the side of the rocky cliffs. You might have thought it the mouth of a cave had you not known it was a passage to somewhere else, somewhere hopefully safer. Still, you don't like it. It's going to be dark in there, darker than outside thanks to the lack of starlight. You consider camping it out till sunrise, but you know that won't help much with the light. You could just use your PipBoy. Still, you hesitate.

Your decision is made for you when you hear a low growl from behind you. You quickly spin around and find yourself staring up into a deathclaw's horrid face. Nearly three feet taller than you, the creature towers over you. Weirdly its body gives off a green glow as if it's been exposed to too much radiation...or something else. The bipedal deathclaw is visibly bigger and stronger than you, though that's not what has your attention. Rather, it's the creature's long and deadly claws, its namesake, that cause you fright. One swipe from those and you'd be a goner.

You retreat, unslinging your rifle as you move back. The deathclaw stares at you as you take aim at the creature's head. The first shot you fire goes too lower. The laser strikes the deathclaw's hardened chest and does little but leave a scorch mark. However, it does get the deathclaw to start moving towards you. For this reason your second shot goes too high, striking the deathclaw's forward facing left horn, breaking off a sizeable chunk off the tip. As it closes into that lethal range, you hit the trigger again. Your rifle makes a strange whirring sound and nothing comes out.

"Fuck!" you scream as the deathclaw slashes at you. You raise your broken weapon in desperation. The deathclaw's swipe tears the rifle into many pieces, but at least it protected you from suffering that fate. You whip out your 10mm and pop off a few rounds. When they have no discernible effect, you turn away from the deathclaw and run as fast as your self can carry you, occasionally fire blindly back at the pursuing creature. You know running is all for naught, but you have to try, dammit. You can't just die!

Somehow you make it into the tunnel before the deathclaw can catch you. You stumble into the passage, your eye adjusting to the darker environment as you quickly regain your speed. Still on the run, you glance over your shoulder and see the deathclaw is still after you. Apparently your bullets you've been firing have had some affect, for its bleed from many small holes in its abdomen. The wounds don't seem to be slowing it down, but you begin to. Your breathing is already harsh and ragged. With its long loping gait, the deathclaw is able to move very fast and yet somehow you are able to keep just that little bit ahead of it. You almost wonder if it's toying with you.

As it turns out, your flight comes to an end even before you run out of energy. While you are running, your foot hits upon an erstwhile rock. You trip and fall, your empty handgun flying out of your hands. You grunt as you catch yourself on your hands and knees, your heart rapidly beating as you realize the end is near.

You hear a low screech and then you are brought to your feet, grabbed from behind by the deathclaw. You scream as the claws dig into your flesh, but at least it didn't tear out your spine. Rather, it releases you with one hand, gripping torso with the other. Quite sure you are about to be eviscerated, you struggle. The deathclaw keeps you in its grip with a measure of strength and pain. It brings you in close until you can feel its hot breath on your ears. Not only that, but you can feel something pressing against your covered rear, something large and--

You shiver in revulsion as it occur to you what that just might be. You turn your head and find yourself eye to eye with the deathclaw. Its toothy mouth is open and looks almost as if it is smiling. It's body glows even more so than before. You lower your gaze until you are looking at the deathclaw's crotch. Something is there that you hadn't noticed before, a considerable cock, the thing that is currently pushed up against you. You gulp, wondering how you could have missed such a feature and also worrying what it--_he--_plans to do with it. Is he really going to--?

The deathclaw growls and tears away your pack from your back. You watch your supplies tumble everywhere, but that's the least of your worries. You whimper as the deathclaw brings a taloned hand to the seat of your pants. With a shriek it tears your pants to shreds, but not your flesh. With your bottom half now naked, you shiver in the cold. Your manhood and testicles, shrunken by the cold, dwindle even further from the chill.

The deathclaw bends you over. You can't help but pathetically whimper again. You thought you were going to die. Well, you strongly suspect you might still die but you didn't think you were going to get violated before that happened. He really couldn't be planning to--?

All questions come to an end when he does do what you fear and expect. He prods your rear once, eliciting a gasp from you and then he goes all in. You scream at this intrusion, because it hurts. It really hurts. You weren't built for this. Maybe another human person doing it with the proper preparation and practice wouldn't make it feel like your asshole was being torn asunder, but this is a deathclaw. The deathclaw can barely fit and still he tries, thrusting in and out of your rear end. Eventually it doesn't hurt so bad and actually feels a little good, but by then you have other problems on your mind when pain flares up all in your legs. Wondering what the cause is, you painfully adjust your head to see that something is off with your legs. You wince as you feel your bones grow, your legs stretching and reshaping to fit larger and larger dimensions. Suddenly, all over your body your form puts on more mass, growing with each thrust of the deathclaw's dick. Your chest broadens, ripping what remains of your Vault suit to pieces.

Not quite able to comprehend what is happening, you can only watch. As your skin stretches to fit your changing dimensions, it darkens in hue, thickening into tough hide while your hair falls out. The deathclaw has to adjust his position a few times as you reach new heights, though still shorter than he. Before your eyes your middle toe of each foot thickens and widens, toenail lengthening out into a sharp talon. The two toes on either side of the changed talon merged together, repeating the same change so that you now have three taloned feet like a lizard might...or a deathclaw.

You cry out as your legs crack, reshaping and reforming so you stand like you never have before, heels curving up into a digitigrade stance. This sudden movement down causes the deathclaw's member to stretch your rear in a way simultaneously pleasurable and painful. You had almost forgot the deathclaw's intrusion due to the seriousness of the changes.

Your hips suddenly painfully pop out until they're rather wide. At the same time, your arms finish their growth, ending long and lanky with your PipBoy still attached. They hang nearly to the ground and your fingers growing into long, lethal claws ensure that they do indeed touch the ground. You absentmindedly move them, marveling as they scratch the stone ground quite easily. You wonder just what they could do to flesh.

Suddenly the deathclaw pulls out and lets you go. You lurch forward and hit your head on the wall. Dazed and confused, you hold your head even as it reshapes. Your jaws widen while you feel two growths begin at the top of your hand. These growths poke out, growing into a pair of horn that sweep backwards and knock off your baseball cap. Your face pushes forward into a blunt but reptilian muzzle, your ears and nose being lost in the process. You groan in a decidedly animalistic tone whilst your teeth sharpen in carnivorous shape, some poking out from your bottom lip. You blink, your vision becoming progressively dimmer and blurry while two nostrils form above your mouth, giving you superior smelling. You sniff. Something definitely smells good.

The smell messes with your mind, its musk permeating your consciousness. It's becoming harder and harder to think like you did before, like you did when you were human. It's even difficult to think of yourself as if you were human, but you try to do your best to retain it. You won't give up your humanity that easily.

As you struggle to maintain your mind, something else slips away. Your genitals dwindle even as a nub begins to grow larger out from the base of your spine. A gash opens above your manhood, ready and open. As it sucks in your shrunken shaft and testicles, you shiver as other important changes happen internally. Your testicles are the first to totally vanish, allowing room for a proper set of feminine lips. Your manhood is next to go, but a part remains behind as your sensitive clitoris. The nub at your spine stretches out into thick, barbed tail. Your upper chest swells out, the hide there becoming puffy and softer, shaping into two sensitive teardrop shaped spheres that swelled larger and larger until you have a pair of large breasts topped by two puffy black nipples. Your rear plumps out a little as your nether lips puff out, slick and sensitive. There is no question about it. You are female.

You are suddenly grabbed from behind by your tail. The male deathclaw lifts your tail high, exposing both your rear and your pussy to him. Even if one feels more sore than the other, you're ready for him to enter either. No, wait! You look back at him, but your eyes don't remain on his face that long. Rather, your gaze falls to his dripping cock. You blink. Last time you were not so willing to have it put into you. Now though, the musky smell of your mate is amazing and a growing heat in your nether regions tells you it's the right thing to do. Mate? You shake your head. No, the deathclaw isn't your mate, he's your...

You stare blankly at the male. He smiles toothily at you and moves closer. You wiggle your rear unconsciously, inviting him to come in. No! You didn't mean to do that! If you can just slink away you could exist as this and not have to mate. You don't have to mate--you don't have a mate--no you do, he's--

The male takes his opportunity, entering your puffy pussy while grabbing onto your breasts for handholds. What little resistance you had vanishes while he digs in deep with his member and squeezes hard with his talons on your mammaries. While unusual on such a creature as yourself, they were at least a reminder you were human once...or a mammal at least. In any case, they provide additional satisfaction to you as the deathclaw breeds you, an additional source of pleasure and arousal for him and you to play on.

You and him soon get into a steady rhythm that slowly but surely will lead you both to climax. You grunt as your stretched folds suddenly clamp down on your mate's member. At that instant, he jerks and you feel his seed fill your ready and waiting womb. You shiver as you too climax, groaning in pleasure and loving the feel of your full womb. He pulls out with a soft growl and leans against the wall. You pant for a bit, waiting to come down from your sexual high and when you do you don't think the same as before.

You stand to your full height and turn to your mate. You stare at him, the father of your hatchings if this seed takes to clutch. And if it doesn't? You grin lustily. If it doesn't, you two will just have to try again, won't you?