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The year was 2287 in the area once known as New England. A few days ago, Brian got word of an abandoned subterranean Enclave genetic research lab in the middle of nowhere. Using the coordinates he was given from an informant, here he was now. He slowly walked through metal tunnels, spooking both regular cockroaches and ones the size of small dogs, which he blasted with his pistol if they got too close. So far, besides the hidden elevator down and these tunnels, nothing of interest appealed to Brian. But after a fair bit of wandering, he finally found it: the central laboratory. Surely the place would be a goldmine for a scavenger like him.

After blowtorching the door open and clearing out any radroaches, Brian looked around the room, sparkling white with many counters and shelves along the edges. A large tank of glowing green sludge, marked “GROWTH SERUM: EXPERIMENT 023" was on one side of the room near the door. Three giant tubes, twelve feet high and frozen over on the inside, were arranged in a triangle in the lab's center. But Brian didn't take any time acknowledging them as he immediately went to work filling his bag with as many things of potential value as he could carry: vials of mysterious liquid, small containers holding frozen embryos, metal tools to scrap or craft later, and other such things. But in his excitement, he accidentally knocked over a metal rack… right onto a pedestal with an almost stereotypically oversized “big red button of doom." Alarms and flashing red lights went off inside the lab, instilling fear into Brian's heart. He whipped his head towards the cryo-tubes as they gave loud hisses, the frosty insides melting away to reveal a trio of the one thing he and any other sane individual feared most in the wastes: deathclaws. He recognized the creatures' scaly, horned faces immediately, and didn't bother sticking around when he saw their now thawed eyes were focused squarely on him.

Brian didn't bother looking back as he stormed out the lab and through the maze-like halls of the facility. He heard roaring and the screeching of shredding metal. There was also a loud splashing sound, which Brian was admittedly a bit confused about, but thinking about that could come later. Now he had only one objective: survive. But he couldn't find his way back the way he came, instead heading deeper into the facility in a panic. He heard the deathclaws' loud footsteps as they raced after him, snarling and roaring all the while. He knew there was no way he could outrun them, so he instead opted to try and hide from them, swiftly turning and going through a door into a random room. Dim lights automatically switched on, and judging by the massive size of the room and the many trucks, jeeps, and helicopters stored inside, Brian figured he had entered the facility's central hangar. He quickly scurried his way underneath a truck just as the deathclaws ripped their way through the comparatively small doorway. Brian held his breath as the deathclaw trio slowly stalked their way through the hangar, sniffing and snuffling in an attempt to track him down. Judging by how deathclaws' noses were extremely powerful and these ones hadn't found him yet, Brian hoped that their freezing had temporarily dulled their sense of smell. But in addition to hearing the usual growling, sniffing, and tap of claws against cement, another sound reached his ears: long, continuous breaths, like someone making their breath fog up on a cold day. Another unexpected thing happened to him: he smelled an amazing scent, like honey and roses and whatever other sweet things he could think of.

“Come to us, human," came a deep but feminine voice that would've scared Brian if not for the intoxicating smell that dulled any common sense and fear he once had. He crawled out from underneath his hiding spot and finally got a good look at his hunters as he walked towards them with a dreamy look on his face. “Yes, that's it." said a deathclaw with glowing yellow eyes. All three of them were covered in dark grey scales, adorned with horns and spikes. Their hands were tipped with wicked claws, as were their raptor-like feet, complete with a raised sickle-like claw. Tails swayed slowly like cats ready to pounce. The overall form of their bodies, dripping with a glowing green liquid, was strangely human. Besides their eyes, their bodies also differed: the yellow-eyed one had a fit, toned body akin to an athlete, the green-eyed one was incredibly muscular, and the blue-eyed one was more on the slightly chubby side, with practically no visible tone or muscle on it. They all towered over Brian at nine feet tall.

“Let's get things out of the way," said the blue-eyed deathclaw. “I am AN-NA, codename Anna."

“The green-eyed one is SE-RA, codename Serra. She doesn't talk much," said the yellow-eyed one. “And I'm K4-NA, codename Karna."

“As you can see, we're no ordinary deathclaw matriarchs," said Anna as the trio began to circle Brian, who had snapped out of his scent-induced stupor but didn't feel the need to run for his life anymore. “Thank you for freeing us."

“You're welcome?" asked Brian. “How can you three talk, and what's with the upright bodies, and-"

“Shut it, meatbag," hissed Karna. “From what I can remember, we were made from deathclaw matriarch and human DNA. We were supposed to be used in some rogue Enclave faction's conquest, apparently to use our pheromones to influence people into joining an army or something. But since the head of operations was killed, the project was shut down, and we were frozen and forgotten. Until you showed up."

“You freed us… what's your name?" asked Anna.

“Brian." said the confused human. His fear was gone, but he was sure this had to be some sort of hallucination, right?

“Thank you, Brian. You shouldn't worry about us killing you. No, we need you for something far more important."

“And what is that, exactly?" asked Brian, his heart and mind racing as he wondered what a trio of deathclaw-human hybrids would want with him if not to eat him.

“As matriarchs, we have some… desires that need quenching. You're going to be our breeding stud." hissed Karna. Well, that sure cleared things right the fuck up, didn't it?

“What?! No, I can't! You're deathclaws, I'm a human! I've got scavenging to do! I-" pleaded Brian, interrupted when the deathclaws began to moan huskily. He stared, simultaneously bewildered and aroused, as the deathclaws' chests and hindquarters sprouted tits and asses to rival even the most shapely of women. Each breast and asscheek on all three of them were the size of overinflated beach balls. “Then again…" said Brian without a second thought as his pants immediately became a great deal more tighter. He finally put two and two together: the liquid they were drenched in must've been that vat of growth serum.

“Good," hissed Karna as she stalked her way up to the human and pushed him down to the ground. “If you're willing, that makes it easier on us. But don't expect me to go easy on you. You won't be needing these anymore." Karna took the dagger-like claws on her fingers and ripped Brian's clothes to shreds along with his bag, spilling his spoils around them. As much as Brian wanted to be distraught… he just couldn't bring himself to be sad or angry when he was about to go through a glorious (and admittedly unexpected) experience. His erect cock stood straight up momentarily before being slammed on by the aggressive deathclaw, impaling the blood-engorged organ deep within Karna's sopping pussy. Karna moaned loudly while Brian winced in apparent pain.

“Too… rough…" wheezed Brian before Karna roared and clawed the ground on either side of his head, earning yelps of fear from him.

“Shut it, meat! With luck it'll all be over soon… then these two will have their fill." hissed Karna as she continued to bounce roughly on Brian's lap, causing loud meaty smacks to resound and echo throughout the hangar. Serra and Anna watched and waited patiently, something that probably should've weirded Brian out if not for the fact that he'd since accepted the bizarreness of the situation… or was that just the pheromones? He looked up at the creature currently riding him. He looked at Karna's body, taking note of the bulbous tits that bounced around on her once bare chest. It was amazing how much difference they made. There was also the fact of their human intelligence and speech, but come on, boobs are always nice. He focused on the feeling of Karna's pussy enveloping his cock. Sure, her handling of him was… uncomfortable to say the least, but it was still quite pleasurable. This wasn't his first time with a woman, but he certainly didn't see himself banging a deathclaw woman at any point in his life, much less three of them. The feel of her pussy around his cock was amazing, perhaps even better than the women he had sex with before. Who would've thought? However, that still didn't distract from how rough she was, as if she was actively trying to break his pelvis. Karna, on the other hand, felt fucking incredible. This marked the first time any of them had been penetrated by the flesh of a male, and it was fucking amazing! Karna even considered keeping this guy to herself, but figured it would be best to share. Don't want to have the others getting jealous, right?

“Are you getting close? I am." asked Karna.

“Not exactly," said Brian. “Yeah, it feels good, but I'm afraid you're too rough for my body to handle."

“'Too rough' my ass! Maybe this'll help!" hissed Karna as she leaned forward and breathed a massive blast of pheromones into Brian's face. Immediately, Brian's release flooded to the surface as Karna's aphrodisiac pheromones took effect. Pleasure seemed to overwhelm Brian's senses as cum surged through his shaft and into Karna's waiting pussy, which clamped down hard as her own orgasm struck. The deathclaw roared with bliss as she felt the semen splash against the deepest depths of her pussy.

“Alright, who's next?" panted Karna as she pulled herself off of Brian's throbbing dick, releasing a small flood of their fluids. He couldn't believe it. He'd just had sex with and in all likelihood impregnated a deathclaw/human hybrid… and despite the uncomfortableness, it was fucking awesome! Serra snarled in a bestial manner as she stalked towards the still lying Brian on all fours, like a feral beast ready to pounce. The sight would've terrified Brian if not for these new feelings of lust. A single clawed hand pinned Brian's chest. The points pricked his skin slightly, but Brian could easily ignore that. But when Serra's teeth grew ever closer to his face, Brian could've sworn he felt the calming and arousing effects of Karna's pheromones wear off… except for two things. For one, those same pheromones seemed to be wafting into his nostrils directly from Serra's scales or whatever glands made them. As for the other, the sounds of metal clanking in the shredded doorway betrayed the arrival of a squad of gun-toting, grey-armored, average Assaultron robots. Judging by the Enclave insignias on their chests, Brian reasoned they must've been a security measure made by the facility… which was proven correct when they spoke.

“Assets out of containment! Begin capture protocol!" they all shouted robotically in unison before Serra roared and pounced at the squad, tearing them to pieces before even the two other deathclaw hybrids could join her. Claws, teeth, and powerful muscles made extremely short work of the Assaultrons as Karna, Anna, and Brian, who was still on his back, simply stared in what appeared to be horror at the rather brutal sight. Serra then turned her sights back to Brian… but something about the look in her eyes scared him. All he could see behind those eyes was a cold, remorseless killing machine. And sure enough, Serra pounced at Brian, seemingly intending to rip him apart just as she did the Assaultrons.

“Serra, it's me! Please, don't!" cried Brian as he thrust his arms up defensively. Serra froze just as she reached him. The warmth returned into her gaze as she looked upon the human's terrified expression. Noticing her current position, Serra took a few deep breaths before she positioned herself over Brian, who's boner still hadn't gone down. Slowly, she penetrated herself upon it with a purr of pleasure. She gently grasped Brian's head in her claws, being careful not to scratch him, and pulled his face into her incredibly cut abs. The action simultaneously confused and comforted Brian. What's with the gentleness all of a sudden? Of course, not that he didn't like it. That same arousing scent flooded his nostrils as his face rubbed against those amazing abs of Serra's. If Karna's came from her mouth, and Serra's seemed to be strongest directly from her body, was that where hers came from? Brian didn't take too long to think about it, as pleasure once more overcame him. He added his own thrusting to Serra's rocking hips, penetrating her deeper and bringing them closer and closer to orgasm. He was loving this rather peaceful form of sex, especially after Karna's rough handling of him. This way Brian felt a hell of a lot better and was able to have at least a little control over his actions. The contrast between Serra's ripped body and gentle actions was also really nice. It was almost hot and funny at the same time.

“Serra," panted Brian as he reached up and fondled her breasts, earning pleased purrs and moans from her. “Thank you for this. Sorry, Karna, but you have to be more gentle, like Serra here."

“Shut up, you big softie." huffed Karna as she crossed her arms and looked away. Brian could've sworn he saw her blush. Serra looked down at the human thrusting into her. She smiled warmly at the realization that he was the first one to show her true kindness. All of the humans that created her treated her the worst out of her sisters, resulting in some slight but permanent damage to her mind, specifically fits of utter rage. But this human wasn't like the others. He seemed to be a genuinely kind soul based on the not-even half-hour she knew him. Speaking of Brian, he soon felt the pressure in his loins build like a blocked hose. Brian and Serra's respective orgasms hit, the former unloading a flood of semen into the latter's quivering pussy as they both moaned in ecstasy.

“And then there was one," crooned Anna as an apparently sad-looking Serra regretfully got off of Brian, who still was raring to go for the third time in a row. “Here, I want to try something, Brian," Anna wrapped a single coil of her tail around the human's midsection as she lay on her back. She lined up his cock with her pussy and gently guided it in, moaning softly as she felt the rigid flesh against the insides of her wet tunnel. “Go on, Brian. Just thrust and drink to your heart's content. If you like gentleness, you'll love this. What better way to please you than to give you near-total control?"

“You got it! Wait, what do you mean 'drink?'" asked Brian as he began to thrust. This new position meant he had the majority of the control here, something that wasn't unwelcome in his opinion. Anna simply pushed up her chest in response, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle in Brian's face. The human grinned widely as he immediately got the hint, latching onto a nipple and beginning to suck hard. Warm milk practically gushed into his mouth. Brian briefly considered the thought of it being radioactive, but given his current position, he figured it would be worth either dying or mutating or whatever. Brian eagerly gulped down mouthful after mouthful of milk as he continued to fuck the matronly deathclaw hybrid. Brian's hips seemed to move on their own, even with Anna's tail slightly keeping him in check. The soft flesh of Anna's breast rubbed amazingly against his lips, and her stiff nipple felt just as good as he flicked his tongue against it at times to coax out milk. The softness of her slightly chubby body against his own rather fit one was awesome and if anything, spurned him on further. He'd never really been one for plump girls before, but now his penis was starting to crave them… or rather, Anna. She and the others were the only girls for Brian from now on. Anna herself had developed a liking to humans even before Brian, though their treatment of Serra was something she had always planned to… remedy in her own way via teeth and claws. But those plans went out the window once they were frozen. No matter. What mattered was that they were free and now had an excellent breeding stud at their clawtips. Brian began to thrust harder, in turn reaching deeper, and he could've sworn the tip of his penis kissed Anna's cervix at times.

“Fuck, Brian," moaned Anna as she tightened her grip on him with her tail and fondled her other breast with one hand, cradling the back of his head with the other. “Come on, push past it as you breed me! Do it! I'm close!"

“Me too!" moaned Brian as he began to thrust even harder, feeling Anna's cervix weaken against the constant barrage it faced. Just as they came, Brian blasted past it, shooting his seed deep into Anna's womb and no doubt ensuring fertilization. Anna savored the hot sperm splashing around in her womb walls, ecstatic that their purpose as matriarchs had finally been fulfilled. She could feel her belly swelling with Brian's offspring already.

Brian and Anna panted as they lay together, the other bred deathclaws cuddling together as they slept. The deathclaw's claws gently stroked the human's head and back as she purred with bliss.

“Oh, yes, Brian," crooned Anna. “You'll make a fine father. And don't think we're stopping at this batch. Our pheromones will keep you nice and verile. You'll be a prime stud of a man blessed with three wives who will help you in this wasteland you call home. What do you think of this?" Brian thought about Anna's words. Was this really the life he wanted to live?

“I could get used to it," he said with a grin. “When can we do it again?"

“Right now if that's what you want. As your harem, just ask any of us and we'll gladly do it with you, to breed or not to breed."

“Then what are we waiting for!" said Brian as he began to thrust yet again, drawing deep moans from Anna's scaly lips. Oh yes, something told Brian he was in for a great new career in addition to being a scavenger.