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Devious Deathclaws

It's been six months since Isabeau's self imposed exile from her home Vault 138. Recently she adopted a female Australian cattle dog and the two have become close. Now in search of a place to call home then try to rebuild a life for herself there. So far most of her search has been one failure built on top of failure until one day. The pair stumbled upon a rough yet, mostly Nuka-Cola factory off in the distance.

Before getting any closer she checks all her gear and weapons then moves in. Taking her time to survey the perimeter making sure there's nothing unusual. Once that was taken care of she walked back towards the loading dock doors. Giving each of the large sliding doors a shake telling her they were locked tight. Next she checked the fire exits, vents then finally entered through the main entrance.

"Okay, Scraps I need you to go scout ahead be sure to check all the vents. Bark if anything doesn't feel right and come find me okay be sure to stay safe." She stated. With a understanding yip the pair split up to inspect the factory for occupants. Scraps scouted the upper levels while Isabeau took the lower levels and so far nothing. The pair regrouped back at the main entrance before heading towards the loading bay.

As they reached the doors this strange feeling pinged causing her to hesitate. Instead of the picking the lock she checked to see if was locked if not she would. Sure enough the door was locked tight so they went to find a place to bunk down. She'd wait until tomorrow to get the place suitable for them to live in comfortably. During the night Isabeau was able to enjoy her first peaceful night's sleep in a long time.

When the first beams of sun light filled the window of the office now bedroom. Scraps woke with a loud yawn/howl waking Isabeau from her sleep in the process. Stretching out her stiff muscles, got dressed then made herself and Scraps breakfast. While they ate she went over some operating manuals she found in a desk drawer. These would help a great deal getting this place working enough to make it a home.

Before she could start with anything Scraps began growling for no reason. Until her ears picked up on the sound of rummaging coming from the lower levels. Grabbing her assault rifle from her pack and loaded a fresh mag into the breach. Cocking the action arming the rifle then flicked the safety off setting it to burst fire. This would allow the gun to fire up to three rounds for every squeeze of the trigger.

Making sure that her body armor and Scraps protective gear was on then investigated. Sweeping through the factory floor by floor until the pair located the noise's source. It was in the one place Isabeau didn't bother to clear since the door was locked. "Perfect the one place I decide to leave alone turns out to the source. Nice going, Isabeau looks like you've got to pick the lock and see who's here." She groaned.

Holstering her rifle for the moment then reached into the satchel on her thigh. Pulling out a flat head screw driver and a bobby pin then worked on the lock. It took four bobby pins and more than a few swears but, the lock finally opened. By this time the noises they heard coming from the other side had fallen silent. Isabeau opened the door just enough to let Scraps slip in and check things out first.

With a bark from her, Isabeau slowly opened the door then she entered gun at the ready. Sure enough the vast room was completely empty save for a couple fork lifts. Though upon closer inspection of the loading bay they found a huge tunnel. A warning growl came from Scraps telling this place wasn't totally vacant after all. "Well, it looks like we're going to be doing a little demolition huh, Scraps?" She stated.

What ever made this hole wasn't your average sized creature that's for damn sure. Deciding to play it safe and close the tunnel deep enough to avoid problems. Giving the loading bay a final sweep then locked the door and went back upstairs. Where she shuffled through her supplies and found some small explosive charges. If placed right in the tunnel it should collapse enough to prevent anything from returning.

That was the plan of course this creature could be the happy tunneling type also. Either way what she's about to do will only be a temporary measure at best. If this doesn't work than she'll simply kill what ever this creature happens to be. Granted not something Isabeau's overly fond of but, this is a world of survival. Taking all the explosive charges and make shift detonator back to the loading bay.

Where she spent the next ten minutes placing the charges in an exact order. Wiring them all up took a little longer to avoid problems then she moved away. Counting back from ten upon saying one then she turned the switch and boom. All seven explosive charges went off one by one forcing the tunnel to fill with debris. Waiting patiently for the dust and everything else to settle before doing anything.

Once the coast was clear she inspected the aftermath and smiled at the results. Though on the off chance this wouldn't keep anything out she planted a few mines. Hopefully should anything re-open the tunnel these mines will take care of them. That's the plan anyway seeing as she doesn't have anything that packed a punch. The biggest thing she owned as far as weaponry was a Tango fifty one sniper rifle.

It doesn't work well against a Deathclaw or Yao Guai but, it slows them down. Just enough to allow her a means of escape before things got too dangerous for her. The nearest town of any kind with a doctor was several miles in every direction. By the time she arrived at one her odds of survival would be bleak to fatal at best. Usually when she sees signs of those animals she goes in the opposite direction.

Fortunately Isabeau hasn't run across either creature since she was exiled. She's heard about them from the people she's met during her journey to find a home. Granted mirelurks, feral ghouls and raiders can prove to be problematic at times. Luckily a well placed shot usually fixes that before things get to far out of hand. If the world was different she would've never done half the stuff she's done lately.

While lost in thought she locked the loading bay door then went back to her room. Where she went through her supplies to see what she had left and would need. Her medical supplies were still decent, ammo was plenty albeit heavy weaponry. Food looked okay for the next few days but, she would need to go hunting soon. As for water she stumbled upon a several untouched emergency water containers.

In addition she found a few ice cold Nuka Colas in two vending machines. The third one had the rarely produced quantum variety but, she left it alone. She also found four deactivated service bots that looked like they could be fixed. Sadly Isabeau didn't have the parts or skills to repair them so she left them alone. "Speaking if those robots none of them had been shot but, were cut to ribbons." She said.

Something wasn't adding up here and for some reason that didn't sit well at all. Instead of wasting energy on the what ifs she focused on the here and now. Seeing as their was a lot of work still left ahead of her that needed her attention. For now she'd focus on what had to be done and worry about the rest another time. Before the sun began to set she walked around the factory making herself a list.

Along with all the supplies she would need to get the place up and running. Well just enough for her needs and keep any and all outsiders from getting curious. The last placed she inspected was the roof where she found some solar panels. "Wow, I'm amazed they survived the war and don't look to be in good condition. It might take a little tinkering along with some elbow grease to get them working." She smiled.

What she didn't concern herself with was why did this place have these. Upon reading the building plans the solar panels weren't listed on any of the pages. Unless someone decided to install them afterwards which made a lot more sense. Either way these were a treasure she intends to cherish and use properly. First she had to make sure they were still functional before doing anything.

Granted they were in fair condition but, that could be only on the surface. With that she went back to her bedroom, grabbed her tools and a dead battery. By hot wiring the battery to one of the panels it should charge if not it'll be repaired. She kept her fingers and toes crossed that she wouldn't have to fix them. Carefully splicing the wires until all that was left was the positive and negative wires.

Gently wrapping each wire to their appropriate polarity then waited patiently. After about five minutes she tested the battery with a voltage meter she found. Sure enough the battery was charging and holding she couldn't hold back her relief. Though just to be thorough she hooked the battery to the other panels to be certain. Luckily all of the solar panels were in decent working order while she celebrated.

She couldn't believe her luck seeing as gear like this was such a rare commodity. Even more so that it was in working order considering the state of the building. "Well, either way you slice it this is some good luck and I intend to cherish it." Isabeau smiled. Next she spent a better part of the day wiring the panels back to the main grid. The only place she left alone was the loading bay and a few badly damaged areas.

With only two big working panels she needed to be selective what to power. Seeing as the bare essentials were in various states of disrepair or simply junk. Isabeau couldn't cross power off her list until she checked the main battery room. Which happened to be located in the basement and who knows what's down there. For now that can wait since she had to go out hunting to stock up on supplies.

Taking a moment to check the time and position of the sun before leaving. Sadly the sun had set and the sky was already becoming dark so she stayed put. It's normally easier to gather what she needed in the morning but, not always. Everyday present different and possibly lethal challenges she had to overcome. Luckily she had enough food and water to last at least four days, nine if she rationed.

Either way she looked at it she needed to replenish quite few things soon. Moving her left arm across her chest and reviewing the map on her Pipboy 4000. The closest town from here was a two day trip one way and four day round trip. "Well, Scraps looks like we're going into town after all to grab what we need. So we better make sure to lock this place up tight before we head out in the morning." She said.

Giving her owner a understanding bark the two had dinner and turned in early. The next morning Isabeau and Scraps made sure that nobody could get in but, them. From there they made the two day trek to the nearest town to purchase supplies. While on route they killed some animals and raiders took their gear for barter. Sadly only a few merchants were around town so they got half of what they needed.

Though if they stuck around until tomorrow afternoon they could get the rest. Not really wanting to make multiple trips the pair decided to wait until tomorrow. That afternoon was worth the wait Isabeau was able to get everything she wanted. Along with a couple additions to her arsenal that should come in quite handy. She was even able to purchase some improved body armor for herself and Scraps.

Grabbing a quick bite to eat before leaving town and returning to her new home. As the pair made the journey back to the factory they noticed some activity. Normally they would've investigated if it hadn't been for the roar that erupted. That was all the warning they needed to stay the hell away and return to the factory. Hopefully avoid being detected by what made that roar even though it wasn't nearby.

It sounded huge regardless of the distance and that's a good reason to avoid it. Besides Isabeau needs a safe location to properly practice with her new weapons. Not only that make some alterations to Scraps' new armor along with hers also. Luckily they managed to avoid detection but, Scraps began to feel rather uneasy. Every so often he'd stop moving then took a quick but, thorough scan of the area.

He seemed to settle down once they found a secure place to sleep tonight. Though the pair kept an ear and nose out for sounds of trouble coming their way. It would seem luck was on their side since nothing disturbed them all night. After a lite breakfast the pair resumed their trip back to their home at the factory. They wouldn't get there until later that afternoon or evening depending on outside forces.

During their travels the pair came across a squadron of brotherhood troops. Normally she'd investigate what their shooting at but, she decided against it. Figuring it was something she didn't want to get involved in unless she had to. With their home roughly six hours away they continued on route ignoring them. Granted she was probably missing out on a chance to scavenge various discarded items.

Even the opportunity to stock up on ammo that's hard to find out in the wasteland. Briefly checking the time on her Pipboy in conjunction with the sun's position. "Let's take a quick break Scraps and have some water and lite snack before resuming." She said. Next the pair found a suitable place to sit down to eat hopefully without interruption. The second Isabeau un-slung her pack, Scraps started barking upon hearing movement.

Bringing her assault rifle to bear and flicking the safety off then looked around. Twenty yards away Isabeau caught sight of two black curved horns and knew. "Shit! Let's get out of here Scraps it's a Deathclaw it'll be suicide to fight it." She said. With that the two high tailed it out of there before the creature noticed them. Especially since her new weapons haven't been tailored to her specifications yet.

Seeing as there's a Deathclaw in the area possibly following them back home. It forced Isabeau and Scraps to take a roundabout route just to play it safe. Granted it took three hours longer but, they managed to lose their tail though. For some reason Scraps couldn't shake the feeling they were still being watched. Deciding to wait and see what would happen as Isabeau opened the front door.

Once inside the building she re-locked and barricaded the door then relaxed. Heading upstairs to her room where she placed all her new gear and armor down. Taking care of Scraps' new gear first then her own followed by her new weapons. Seeing as they took the longest to assemble and configure them how she wanted. That ended up taking longer than she first assumed but, the results were worth it.

Next on her list was to create some kind of shooting range within the building. Though she also had to make sure that nobody that passed by could hear anything. This would decrease the likely hood of any unwanted guests poking around. Even though that may end up happening anyway at some point in the future. Either way she had to build defenses along with traps for those unwanted guests.

She could get started on that project after sound proofs a suitable shooting range. What better place then the basement it's underground and pretty sound proof? The sub basement was in relatively in great shape just dusty due to a lack of care. It would serve as a good shooting range with a little tweaking and elbow grease. By the time she finished with this project it was dinner time according to her stomach.

Stopping for now and heading back upstairs to her room to cook dinner. While on her way there she heard noises coming from inside the loading bay. Upon listening closely the sound and learned it was the wind picking up outside. Breathing a sigh of relief she continued on her way upstairs to her bedroom. Where she pulled out her cooking gear and made something for Scraps and herself.

Putting the dishes away along with what weapons she wouldn't need tonight. Next she turned off the lights and slipped into her sleeping bag and drifted off. During the night in the loading bay the sounds of digging grew louder and louder. As the once collapsed tunnel reopened for the creature to enter the loading bay. It noticed something crisscrossing the entrance so with a razor sharp claw cut them.

Quickly reeling back in case what ever those wires were connected to exploded. Fortunately nothing happened to the creature's relief as it emerged from the tunnel. Taking a look around the place and picked up on the scent of a human and canine. Inspecting its den closer neither of them bothered with making claim to this spot. Though they've taken up residence else where in the factory which was fine.

Seeing as they left this spot alone it decided to make this location its new den. If the human and canine enter here then it'll defend its territory or die trying. With morning only a few hours away it decided to curl up into a ball and slept. The morning sun began to rise up above the clouds and began to light up Isabeau's room. Scraps was the first of the pair to wake up then he walked over to wake her up.

With a yawn and stretch Isabeau got out of bed, washed up a little and got dressed. While she was buttoning up her pants they felt slightly tighter than she's used to. Shrugging it off as putting on a little weight seeing she did have a big dinner. Settling for something lite for breakfast followed up by doing some yoga poses. Sadly the tightness didn't go away it didn't take her long to realize what was wrong.

Of all times for that pain in the month to haunt her but, what could she do. It's not like she could go to the nearest drug store to pick up the necessary items. Luckily she's fashioned the stuff this time of the month required a few times. The problem Isabeau had right now is she didn't have one particular item available. Cursing herself for not having the foresight to grab it while she was back in town.

Not really wanted to use a substitute and risk getting injured or an infection. Isabeau decided to let this run it's course and pray it wouldn't drive her bat shit crazy. Despite this annoyance she still had a long list of things left to do in her home. Her main priority was to get backup batteries in the basement up and running. Since the solar panels needed little repair which was a huge relief in her mind.

She grabbed her tools and parts she purchased and headed for the basement. For the next six and half hours she worked tirelessly to get things operational. Deciding to take a lunch break and allowed herself to unwind before returning. These batteries were in rough shape she'll be thankful to get one them working. Especially at the rate she's going but, Isabeau is doing her best to stay positive.

After relaxing she headed back down to the basement and on her way there. She passed by the loading bay door and heard noises coming from the other side. Stopping then she pressed her ear to the door and listened closely for what it was. Sadly she heard nothing shrugging it off and continued on her way none the wiser. For the next several hours she toiled away repairing the factory's back up batteries.

Once there was nothing more she could do now came the time to test them. Crossing her fingers as she hit the circuit breaker linking them to the solar panels. With the voltage meter already hooked up and set to read the input of the battery. So far nothing but, after ten minutes the meter beeped as power began to build up. According to these readings she's getting it'll be several hours before they're charged.

Unfortunately she was only able to repair three of the fifteen back up batteries. Luckily she was able to use various parts from ones that weren't too far gone. As for the rest Isabeau salvaged what she could the rest she disposed of properly. Of course she had to be discrete about it as not to broadcast where she lives. That still didn't stop a group of raiders from poking around before moving on.

Holstering her sniper rifle for the moment hoping they continued on their way. Though she kept her hand at the ready to grab it but, she didn't have to worry. As luck would have it a Brotherhood of Steel helio flew by at that same moment. Forcing the raiders to scramble as the machine landed briefly to off load troops. Three light armor combat troops and one person operating a T-60 power armor.

Of course once the helio flew off the raiders began firing at the power armor. While chucking frag grenades at the rest of the unit keeping them behind cover. Again Isabeau will keep to herself unless the situation demands she take action. Upholstering her sniper rifle, attached the silencer and extended the support legs. Placing her eye near the scope then took a moment to properly adjust her sights.

One thing she learned was snipers don't rush they wait for the ideal moment. Sure enough when one of the raiders readied another grenade that's when she fired. The bullet hit it's mark and took out three of the raiders making the others jump. Even the Brotherhood troops flinched when the enemy's grenade went off. Quickly lining up her next shot Isabeau inhaled then waited for the next opportunity.

It came when the leader of the raiders sprang out from his hiding place. Pulling the trigger on her rifle at that same instance and watched his head vanish. Well it actually turned into a cloud of red mist as the .308 magnum round hit. With their leader gone the remaining raiders lost the drive to continue fighting. Doing the wise thing they hastily retreated to where ever they called home.

Ejecting the magazine from her rifle to check how much was left in the clip. There were seven rounds left so she popped the mag back then holstered the gun. From there she slipped off before the Brotherhood stumbled upon her location. Granted they would've thanked her for assisting with the raider and asked her to join. Sadly some of their ideals she wants no part of hence why she kept her distance.

Once inside her home she heads back up to her living quarters to unwind. Between relaxing and cleaning her gun since it's been a little overdue for it. While Scraps found a spot to lay down nearby and fell asleep making her smile. Seeing her so peaceful for the first time in a long time she didn't disturb her. Especially when she heard noises coming from some where in the lower levels.

Grabbing her sawed-off double barrel shotgun then went down to investigate. With the batteries still charging there was no sense turning on any of the lights. Despite they're ready for use, instead on one hand she's using her flash light. Until it's truly safe to switch on the factory's power followed by the lighting. Once again the odd noises seemed to bring her back to the locked loading bay.

Deciding that she had enough of playing games she unlocked the heavy door. With gun at the ready and when the beam from her flash light fell upon something. The mass wasn't all that big probably twice her overall height and looked scaly. Instead of leaving what ever this creature was in peace she chose to kill it. Figuring since it was sleeping she had the edge to kill it without too much trouble.

Little did she know the creature had stirred upon hearing the door slide open. Right now it was waiting for her to get closer before moving from its position. Upon closer inspection of the creature Isabeau learned it was an alpha deathclaw. Strange all of the ones she's come across out in the wasteland were a lot bigger. Thus telling her this particular one must be a runt and was cast out of their ranks.

That's the only explanation Isabeau could think of sadly it had to be killed. To have one these creatures literally sharing the same space as her was too much. Sadly whether by choice or chance this deathclaw needed to be removed promptly. Armed with only a sawed-off shotgun using it against a deathclaw wasn't smart. Fortunately she had just the weapon sitting upstairs that packed a big punch.

The problem she had was the handle on this side of the door makes noise. Sadly she had to make due with what she has talk about being totally out gunned. Checking the bullets loaded into the chamber hoping they were solid deer slugs. "Why can't things go right for me today these rounds will be like a flea bite." Isabeau groaned. Suddenly she had a spark of inspiration creeping up silently to the sleeping animal.

Aiming the twin barrels of the gun mere centimeter from the eye socket. Carefully pulling both hammers back and as her finger began to pulled the trigger. In that instance everything whirled around and she found herself pinned to a wall. Her shotgun had been cast aside and clattered to the floor during the brief struggle. For some reason the deathclaw didn't go for the kill instead it simply stood there.

Granted she was human but, the scent she was giving off felt oddly familiar. Isabeau couldn't move out of fear and to her time had seemed to slow down. During which she made her peace with god then waited for death to occur. Upon discovering that this human female was in the middle of her heat cycle. In need of a new pack and with her in the prime of fertility the deathclaw released her.

When she hit the ground Isabeau's eyes snapped open to looked up at the creature. Reaching out to her with claws tucked against it's palm then quickly withdrew it. There was a zillion thoughts fighting for control inside Isabeau's mind it wasn't funny. The one that seemed to stick out the most was what is this animal trying to do. Until this strange scent began to drift into her nose the longer that time passed.

Now it would've tried to make itself a worthy male to this fertile female. Seeing as she was human according to it's pack instinct she was beneath him. That's when Isabeau found herself pinned back up against the wall a second later. Feeling truly afraid now as she tried to find a way out of this dangerous situation. Until something entered her field of view and a different set of thoughts began.

<Is this deathclaw actually going to do what I think he's going to with that?> She thought. Moving his free hand up, claws ready then in a flash her clothes were shredded. As the tattered remains fell onto the floor, next the male forced her legs apart. Fear prevented her from calling for help even though it wouldn't do much good. Seeing as Scraps was sleeping upstairs and being a dog she couldn't open the door.

In fluid motion the deathclaw reared back then thrust it's cock into her passage. Feeling such a large shaft penetrate all that exited her throat was this loud grunt. With a snort from the male deathclaw didn't waste time as he began pulling out. About two thirds of the way he buried his cock back inside her hitting the cervix. Earning a soft audible squeak from Isabeau is he began to pick up a steady rhythm.

Lost in the pleasure this tight human female's sex was providing the male with. Meanwhile Isabeau could no longer control herself while she was being ravaged. Finding herself moaning almost in perfect time with each of the deathclaw's thrusts. Even though tears were pouring down her cheeks the longer all of this happened. Whether it was by luck or inexperience the male deathclaw's breathing grew shallow.

Telling her this creature was getting ready to release his seed into her very soon. That would've been the case if he didn't decide to slow down and recover a little. Despite keeping the pace of his thrusts hard and deep bringing Isabeau to climax. Unable to keep herself from moaning out loud gaining the deathclaw's full attention. If this devious creature could smile he would've upon hearing his new bitch orgasm.

Continuing with thrusting in and out of her pussy a like a well oiled machine. Not caring for her protests as his own orgasm was steadily building to a climax. Wanting to make sure this human female would be filled to the brim with his seed. He'd thrust until his orgasm was just about to hit then backed off for a while. Keeping this pattern going for at least thirty minutes until he simply let himself go.

Watching in delight as her womb and lower abdomen began swelling steadily. As his cock trickled to a stop, Isabeau looked like she was six to eight months pregnant. Next the Deathclaw brought her over to where he made a bed then set her down. Due to the everything the creature was doing to Isabeau she had passed out. Leaning close to where her heart was and listened to make sure that she wasn't dead.

Faintly he could hear the human breath deciding to coiling himself around her. As a means of comfort and a to tell intruder this female was under his total protection. Granted to him she was nothing more than a breeding tool for his new pack. While Isabeau slept she was plagued by the events that transpired mere minutes ago. Hoping that when she woke up that everything she experience would be a dream.

Sadly come the next morning when she finally her nightmare was a reality. Luckily the creature wasn't there something told her that he went off to gather food. Trying to get to her feet only to crumble back onto the busted up ground with a grunt. Instead she crawled her way towards the door in the hopes to escape from here. About halfway to the door her rapist had returned holding two dead Mirelurks hunters.

When his bitch wasn't where he last saw her he scanned the room locating her. Snarling angrily as she continued crawling towards the door only to be snatched up. Tears were already streaming down her face and now she was crying uncontrollably. Expecting this deathclaw to ravage her body once again only find herself carried. Where the male made sure that his new mate was properly feed and ready to breed.

The End.