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A sigh, a smile, and a brushed console… That was enough to see the gear-like door slowly bulge from its hinges before the mechanism activating it followed, extruding from the door before the “gear” turned away, making it hard to read the numbers 99. Or mixed up with 66.

Those days, the Vault-tec Vaults were mainly chests of horrors and treasures that had been cracked open, either by the Vaulters…. Or the unlucky few who stumbled upon one.

Me? I considered myself to be… More of the second category. Without the unlucky aspect. No, me, I was searching for those Vaults. Each time I found one, it was to discover something else. A new hint of civilization, a new drug, a new something. Even at that moment, my blue and yellow suit was partially made from a hoard of Vaulters’ suits. And no, it wasn’t only from the colors, though they went well with my blue and yellow scales, or my yellow horns… Or my cream-colored mane.

No…

Suits were resilient, made of stuff you couldn’t find in the wastelands.

But what else do you not encounter in the wastelands? Peace and quiet. Silence. Outside the Vaults, it is always conflict and more killing. Inside, you can find something different… Sometimes, more deaths. But not that day.

Not as my Pip-boy read the information on the last data terminal. Vault 99, Insects-based modification. It was empty, too, though it seemed the inhabitants merely walked away and left it abandoned. Why? That was the question I had to answer as I stumbled upon the corridors, going from common rooms to adjacent laboratories, avoiding the central rooms. Somehow, those were always the center of attention for whatever danger lurked inside those walls.

But as I stumbled upon the computers, one after another, I found the information I was searching for.

See, Vault-Tec isn’t the kind of company you’d like to hear about. Degenerate is a little word to describe the horrors I saw in the computer entries from different vaults. Plant monsters, cloning, mutants… In 99? They explored how they could reprogram the outside insects like the Cazadors as drones. That part? That was easy. The problem was the reproduction aspect, and somehow, somewhere, a man found a way to make the drone-ified Cazadors reproduce easily, fast, strong…. In someone else’s genitals.

How? Well, I was curious and also tempted. Not only from my desires and kinks, which are entirely unrelated. But from… The curiosity, the need, the temptation. I read on those computers how the exposed male targets, from all species of Vaulters, were pleased by the infestation.

Enough for I to feel a stir in my suit, to sense my cock stiffen and press against the rigid fabric even when I massaged my bulge to help that out. I could feel my blue-colored cock press underneath, I could feel the blood rushing until the tapered tip left my sheath… I could even feel my scrotum tighten as the idea was crazy and yet… As I encountered the first of those Cazador drones, I stripped.

Laser rifle, bag, little armor pieces. I stripped down to my Pip-boy singing the tune those crazy scientists set up to make the Cazadors docile. Insectoid with bright-orange wings, I watched their antennas vibrate with anticipation at the sound. And more at the smell of manly musk and preseminal fluids. It was from the semen itself that their spawn would feed, and yet… Despite being isolated and sealed away, those drones had survived long enough to find me… Naked, sitting as a desk, stroking my cock and smiling at them.

They couldn’t understand the meaning of smiling.

But they understood the meaning of what I was doing as their wings buzzed and they approached. The first was a smaller specimen. As big as my chest but nothing more, maybe one of the youngest? His antennas rubbed against my face, against my pointed-up horns, and my muzzle, before it moved on. It abandoned its observation to move that abdomen with the ovipositor at the end. It was… Well. Phallic.

A detail that was not lost on me, even if I was a tad too excited for my own good. No, I watched that throbbing and rigid ovipositor move near my cock. I felt it rub against my pisshole, I sensed the tension at it. Oh boy, it was… Surreal. Exciting. So tempting. I almost bit my tongue off as the Cazador kept buzzing above me, too excited to care.

And then, it jabbed the ovipositor inside.

Let me tell you, it felt… Perfect.

Sounding doesn’t feel so great until you reach the prostate, you know? The sensation can be a bit dull, a bit… Imperfect. But not when that ovipositor slipped inside and seemed to extend, to grow… Up until the tip was right at the entrance to my prostate. That moment, I could see my cock bulging due to someone else’s organ. I could watch, and somehow admire, that ovipositor throb within me… And I was in heaven.

I kept stroking, too. I found that moment, by stroking, I could both masturbate and increase the sensation from that cock deep inside me. Likewise, the Cazador seemed to enjoy it as its wings buzzed faster until its abdomen twitched and something round descended the ovipositor.

Something big, but not as big as my hole as it managed to descend inside, like one bead going down my pisshole.

Just thinking about it? It makes me hard.

But it didn’t stop, not at all. That bead was an egg and it descended right into my cock down to the prostate, punching into the sphincter… It was lovingly nudged inside.

And that’d be it, right? Not at all. Not when a second and third egg rolled down. That Cazador’s abdomen was thick and stuffed, and it started to align the eggs one after another. And as it did, those wings buzzed faster while something sticky began to drip inside my cock.

Yes, that insect was cumming, too.

And it came as it started to lay its eggs inside me, but not without starting to pump that abdomen up and down, dragging that ovipositor up and down my cock. I bit my tongue, not to be too loud or stop it. But with each thrust, it sent shivers down my spine and made me almost ejaculate. And with one egg dropped, I felt the pressure inside my prostate grow bigger until the Cazador stopped moving and his abdomen suddenly squeezed like a pack of juice.

That moment, I felt warm hot fluid drop inside my cock, push against my prostate, and wash the eggs deeper inside me. Somehow, all that fluid was the right amount to have those eggs roll inside, up, then back down… Down… Down until it tingled and hurt a bit but landed down right into my ballsack that was way heavier than before.

I didn’t cum. But it felt like I did when I dropped on the chair, still holding my cock out while the Cazador pulled away, leaving my pisshole gaping and weakly clenching around the air. It could have been the end of it. I could’ve run away with that knowledge. Instead, I let another Cazador approach and fuck my cock. Then a third. All three Cazador came inside me, and when they were done, it felt like my balls were so big, they’d be compared to oranges or more. They were so big, in fact, I had to keep my legs spread to amble around.

And when I came, after much masturbation, the weight that was pulled felt like I had boulders between my legs. But I came…. A long, healthy shot that crossed through the room and made the Cazadors buzz with anticipation before they flew away… Perhaps to alarm their kind.

Again, it could have been my cue to take my gear and run with all I scrounged inside the Vault. But no… I couldn’t.

Even if I came, my cock was still hard and I could feel my balls churning with even more anticipation than before. I could find my heart beating faster at the idea of what other deviant things I could find in the vault. And I was rewarded as I ambled to another room. All the way, I had to carry my gear in my arms and backpack until I dropped it all on a desk near a medical bed near a sort of vivarium. Inside, there were Bloat Flies.

Not the Bloat Flies you find in the Vaults, typical little buzzing insects you’d hear about in the instruction manual. No, those things were like overgrown flies with massive abdomens. Stuff that was so large, they’d be big like my chest.

And you know why there was that “vivarium” just beside a bed? Another test, damn right.

But this time? It wasn’t again to get my cock stuffed, though I started to finger it by the time I read through the logs on the black and green computer screen. I masturbated myself and managed to cum another time by the time I landed with the main information: those Bloat Flies were engineered to impregnate the subjects’ breasts. There were diagrams, videos, and explanations… Enough to get me to understand once they fucked your nips, they’d make your tits go round and big and lactate.

You think I should have backed away and left?

Sure, I could. But sure, I didn’t.

I didn’t even have to think twice to lie on the bed and remotely activate the command with my Pip-boy. This time, no music or sound. Those Bloat Flies were not aggressive and like the Cazadors, they seemed weak but capable.

They rushed to me, their cold legs patting my body. At first, they went for my cock and I assumed they would fuck my gaping pisshole, giving me the inclination I had to stroke myself. But no… They went up my lean belly, covered with yellow scales… And they were right onto my breasts, poking, caressing my nipples, rubbing them. And let me tell you, it felt great.

Even greater than when I did it myself. They had little mouths that opened to a sort of tongue that dripped a green fluid on each nipple. And then, they massaged the nipple until… Well, it felt good. So good I couldn’t stop stroking myself just from the sensation of having my “tits” massaged. My entire chest felt warm and hot. I felt warm and hot when their little legs continued to massage my erect and red nipples while their abdomens aligned.

They, too, had ovipositors. But smaller than the Cazadors and less phallic. They looked more like needles as they pressed against the nipples’ tip, brushed the roundish ends. For a moment, too, I thought it would be over and they’d give up.

Well, they didn’t, as you can see right now.

No, they fucked my nipples like the Cazador with my cock. Am I crazy to have let them do that to me? Perhaps. No, probably. But I loved it! And I would welcome anyone to try this out, if that Vault’s still around. I moaned out loud, stroking my gaping cock with one hand while the other went on my chest to feel how warm my right breast was. I squeezed it, too… And… I could almost feel the ovipositor through the fat and scales. I could almost massage it while the Bloat Fly was fucking my nipple up and down. I moaned, I sighed, I smiled… And I even came again, feeling my nuts go squeezed and crushed by my scrotum as I shot more steamy cum across the room, but no egg.

I came like a little bitch as I had my breasts start to grow.

From the experiments, the Bloat Flies’ fluids and eggs increased the breasts’ size quickly. And by quickly, I meant I could watch my tits grow big and round, filled with eggs, with each of the Bloat Flies ejaculation. And those little fuckers could ejaculate a lot, even if I’m unsure if they really came. But it felt like it as their tiny bodies trembled and quivered, as their legs sometimes stopped massaging my nipples.

Then… Well then, it was done for the first two.

But not for me. Not as I had two more fuck my nipples and stuff them until my breasts had gone round and started to sag. More than that, as they were done, I felt their greenish cum dribble down my nipple as much as the milk from it. Whenever I gave my chest a squeeze or a caress, I could sense the liquid starting to accumulate only to dribble when I switched position. And I did… I stood up as I saw there were no more Bloat Flies around the vivarium or anywhere close.

Like the Cazadors, they were gone. Where and why? I couldn’t tell. But what I could tell was the weight I felt between my legs, sloshing around… Or the precum dribbling from my cock even as it was within its sheath.

And for my breasts? I feel them weighing and tugging on my body as I strolled around, leaving my gear behind.

Why would I need one?

I had the Cazadors surely around, same as the Bloat Flies. Neither considered me a target, and if anyone cognizant were around, they would pose no danger to me.

Yet, as I strolled, I found someone cognizant. Or something, depending on the definition. I heard the growls first, muffled, and completed by a few garglings. I heard the sound of shackles being tugged on and yanked without anything breaking. I heard the low, growly sound I had grown to know and fear in my years in the wastelands.

But…

I found something else than a danger. I found a bound and attached Deathclaw, his muzzle locked by a mask with a tube going down his throat, force-feeding it. More than that, I saw the marks of the Cazadors starting to form a nest in that room. They are not like bees or anything, with a proper hive, but there were alcoves sticking to the metallic doors in which you’d find the creatures almost asleep and uncaring.

At the middle of it all, the half-sedated Deathclaw, almost twenty feet tall. It was a beast, a monster for its species. Metal bars had been secured around its chest and limbs, completed by aging and degrading leather straps.

However, I didn’t need to read the terminal right beside the Deathclaw to get why it was there. I saw it in the Bloat Flies and Cazadors around. I saw it in the creature’s chest looking as inflated, if not more, as mine. And I saw it in its legs forced to stay spread due to the testicles that were, in that situation, as big as boulders and dragging on the ground like two cream-scaled balls. I watched the Deathclaw move and try to yank on its binding, resulting only in more milk leaking from those buxom breasts.

But it stopped when it saw me enter the room and locked its golden eyes on me.

I tell you. That Deathclaw was fully aware and intelligent. There was that something in the gaze, in those irises contracting and dilating. It- He even tilted his head right, trying to make sense of what I was doing as I entered the room, my own cock starting to peek from its sheath.

What I was about to do was crazy. But so far, after entering that Vault, I did crazy things. I let Cazadors fuck my cock, I let Bloat Flies fuck my breasts.

And as I saw that Deathclaw’s sagging breasts, leaking like little mountains, or that half-hard cock pointing down while spraying the floor with precum, I had one thing to do.

The Deathclaw didn’t fight or try to stop me. I guess he knew what I wanted as much as I did. And as I approached that massive body, my eyes were all over the Deathclaw’s red and bulbous cock. I hefted the head that was bigger than my hand, felt the blood throbbing inside with an intensity I rarely met. I gulped down the saliva I had in my mouth as I pondered my actions, whether it was something I should do.

But the little hip thrust from the Deathclaw encouraged me. And my cock, no longer restrained by my sheath, was stiff and throbbing. It pointed up to the ceiling, dripping with a slightly greenish hue from what remained of the Cazadors’ ejaculation. I held it… I stroked myself as I was right by a Deathclaw. If I truly angered that beast, there was no doubt it could tear the steel apart and my head off.

But those yellow eyes were anticipating it as much as I was. And I approached my cocktip from the Deathclaw’s pisshole. The orifice had been stretched from so much fucking by the Cazadors, I was certain… I am certain those insects were going two at the same time inside the Deathclaw’s hole.

Me? I was alone. I could only be alone as there was not enough room for another cock like mine. However, the entrance was wide… Warm, needy. The walls were soft and velvety as I passed my index inside… And I heard a purr from the large Reptile that indicated his willingness in the operation.

As much as the shot of precum hitting my fingers or the milk dripping from those erect nipples. I bit my lips, pulling my fingers back after a few more seconds, fingering and stretching the entrance. Then, without so much of a thought, I gripped my shaft, hard. Hard enough I felt blood rush to my slipping-out knot then back to the tip. A strange feeling that continued as I slowly, carefully, aligned my tip with the Deathclaw’s pisshole.

Again, the entrance was wide open and needy. But I wasn’t looking to hurt the Deathclaw nor anger him. So I was careful until I had my cocktip entirely slipped within. Then… It was only a matter of fucking. Of a steady, of a needy, of a constant back and forth.

And that hole? It was perfect. It had some grip, it had some warmth, and it was so lubricated I felt I was gliding inside it.

Once the first inch inside, I couldn’t stop myself and I had one hand pressed on the Deathclaw’s thin belly while with the other, I started to stroke that monster of a cock. And by stroking it, I stroked myself in return.

For one short blissful moment… I experienced the best and softest hole on that side of the Wastelands. I advanced, inch by inch, only to be met with an orifice that desired me as much as I desired it. That pisshole was better than most asshole. And more than that, that Deathclaw could clench his cock, too, to increase the sensations on us both.

And sure, the Deathclaw did.

He clenched his cock, locked us in an almost deathgrip before I managed to pump my hips back and forth? And then?

It was bliss. Pure bliss as I leaned forward, as my hips almost met with his cocktip, and I had my scales scratching the soft skin. But it didn’t matter. We were only satisfied in the fucking, in my mouth reaching for those tender and leaking breasts to lock my lips around them.

In return, I found the sweetest and most delicate milk you’d find. Better than a woman, better than a Brahmin, better than mine. It was… Pure euphoria.

The moment I tasted that milk, my lips were locked on those nipples to suck them dry. And the Deathclaw seriously needed it, as I heard his purrs shake me as much as make me more bold.

See. So far, I had not pushed my knot against the entrance. I pushed in and out, pumped like there was no tomorrow. With that cadence, I would’ve rocked my fair share of whores. But all that time, my knot stayed outside. If it slipped in, I wasn’t sure I could yank it out in case the Deathclaw was angry at me.

But as I suckled on those tits, alternating from left to right, I couldn’t stop myself.

I started to hit, to smack my hips against that cock. My balls flew, like two weights filled with eggs, and smacked on the Deathclaw’s cock’s underside. My body was moving like a truck, launched at full speed on a broken-down highway. I was unstoppable.

I couldn’t even think about stopping when I was lost in that need to fuck that cock. Drool dripped from my mouth, sweat covered my scales and fur, my entire body… You get it, I was so into it, I wasn’t even listening to what was happening around me.

I only knew the sheer pleasure and the need as I felt my knot push against the entrance. And the bliss when it slipped inside the lubricated hole. Fuck… Even now, I felt like I could bust a nut. And fucking hell, I did. I emptied my nuts with all the cum I’ve started to store after my last shot with the Bloat Flies. And the modification were no jokes as I felt liters and liters pour from my cock right into the Deathclaw’s cock, prostate, and balls.

He cried, too. No, he roared in pleasure as I felt his cock clench and squeeze mine, trying to get out all the cum that had been stored inside those swollen balls. But at that moment, I came more… And all the flow descended, pushed against, and formed a backflow going right down the Deathclaw’s nutsack until the leathery ballsack seemed bloated.

Me? I was stuck inside that cock for a long time.

Minutes? Or hours?

The end result was that, when I finally pulled out with my wobbly legs, I did it with a few more loads pumped inside the Deathclaw… And a dumb, satisfied grin that completed my weak gait to the computer so I could undo the Deathclaw’s binds. I was so weak, the moment I pressed the release button, I fell asleep.

Or maybe not? It was a tad fuzzy at that moment. My mind was not working great after all those orgasms. When I woke up? I had the keyboard marks all over my face, but alive… Duh.

But no traces of the Deathclaw.

Even though I continued the Vault’s exploration, helped by the Cazador drones going to help me carry stuff, I did not find the Deathclaw that had disappeared from the experimental room. I trudged, started to pile up stuff so when I could go outside, I only had to make a few treks to sell all that good stuff.

But… It was at that time I felt something weird and strange pushing, wiggling, moving in my body.

My balls at first, as they continued to grow, even with a steady supply of elbow grease. As much as I came, it felt like my balls were constantly full. If I had to masturbate until they went empty, I would have turned the place worse than a New Vegas brothel.

Buuut no. I didn’t.

And it was with honeydew-melon nuts I walked around, the legs so open wide you’d swear I was balancing with my nuts in between. I should have kept more specimens… Still, I was about to finish and get myself clothed when two things happened. First, the sensation of wiggling started up above, right near my chest.

The second? I heard a roar.

What did I do?

I went to inspect the source of the roar.

The Deathclaw had returned inside the Vault without me noticing. But he signified his presence as I heard his roar, repeated, regularly. It wasn’t like he threatened me to leave, but somehow asked?

There’s a difference between the calls, one I picked up over the years in the Wastelands. And though I could have been shitting bricks at the moment, I snuck inside the Vault back to a set of rooms next to the Deathclaw enclosure. It could have been the scientists’ quarters, but the Deathclaw had ripped all beds and formed a sort of nest with all the mattresses.

And on it, the Creature was laying on its back, with his enormous cock out. He roared, his tail wagging, too. Until he saw me and stopped.

I smiled. A thin smile formed on that Creature’s lips. Aaand I approached the Deathclaw with my cock ready, my balls churning with fluids and whatever came from the eggs. I had been pent up for hours. Pretty sure the Deathclaw was, too, as I glanced at his heavy testicles while I crawled on the nest, careful not to nick his scales as I climbed on his tail a bit. Then… Well, I held that fat cocktip just like before.

The air was thick with anticipation from us both. The Deathclaw’s yellow eyes were over me, expecting me to start.

I carefully aligned my cock with the pisshole, and… I fucked it. I fucked that hole, stuffed the oversized entrance with my dick and I started to pump. I pumped as fast as I could. I pumped as hard as I could.

My legs tensed and burned; my tail twitched behind me. I had one hand on the cock, and the other on my oversized chest I squeezed and massaged, feeling the milk dripping from my nipples.

I was driven, taken, excited by the idea and the prospect. My breathing was quick, short. Shallow, even. But then, as I felt my orgasm growing close… Something happen. The churning in my tits and balls? You know it.

I felt it grow. I felt it stir. I felt it… move. Move upward for my balls, and outwards for my breasts.

For a moment, I lost track and froze. But the Deathclaw was quick to use his cock to massage and squeeze mine, to enjoin me to continue. I did so. I fucked the hell out of that pisshole, uncaring as I felt my nipples burn and so was my prostate.

I did not ejaculate.

Not yet.

Yet, I pushed. Yet, I fucked. Yet, I poured all myself into that moment as I was in.

And then… I came. Not in a cumshot, long and heavy like before. Instead, I felt something soft and ribbed crawl out of my pisshole. I felt my cumshot grow tense and stop, until that thing popped free from the hole and with it all the cum I still had to shoot. But there was another grub. And another. I watched them squeeze themselves inside the Deathclaw body, similar to those starting to push free from my nipples, each of their rotund head stopping the milk only for the pressure to pop them free.

That day… I came like no other day before. And I might return to the Vault. Surely.