The Vault Alpha
Story by draconicon on SoFurry
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[b][u][center]The Vault Alpha
For Heru
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
“Fuck! Shit! Fuck! OWWW!”
Harry grunted with each successive impact, cursing as he fell through the open mine shaft. Further and further he descended, slamming into what had to be every possible ledge there was on the way down.
By the time he hit the bottom, he was bruised from head to toe, and only the makeshift metal armor he wore kept him from having broken anything. Even so, he felt like he’d cratered the floor beneath him, and even thinking about standing up after that hurt.
“[i]He can’t have lived through that…”
“He’s still got the stuff. Get down there and find a way in. If the fucker died, better for us. If he lived...let’s finish the job.[/i]”
Grumbling at the voices coming down the shaft, Harry forced himself onto his side, dragging himself to his feet as his body complained. Not quite as bad as it had when he’d fled from the Mirelurks in a lake a few dozen miles away, but bad enough.
“Times like this makes me wish I carried more Stim-Paks.”
After making sure that his arms and legs were still working and not hurting too bad, Harry finally got a good look at the room he was in, and immediately started swearing again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Not another Vault…”
The metallic walls, the straight lines, the still-running lights; all of it added up to one of the fucked-up experimental centers that Vault-Tec had set up before the war. He didn’t know if this was one of the rare safe ones or if it was one of the more common ‘fuck you up’ sort, but he didn’t want to find out. He needed to get out before something saw him.
The only saving grace was that he might have time to rest and recover, if it was one of the more secure Vaults. Nothing could blow up those doors, and if it was still closed…
Still, no sense in waiting around. Harry pulled his ten millimeter pistol off of his belt, and started walking.
#
Stepping through the remains of a Protectron, Harry stepped up to one of the wall-mounted computers.
“Let’s see if I can find out what the hell they were doing here.”
He tapped a few keys, seeing a few green lights through the dust on the screen. It was still working; good. After wiping the screen clean, he did the usual work of getting through the passwords - none of these things were ever protected all [i]that[/i] well - and got down to the scientific notes. He skimmed through it, only for his eyebrows to shoot up partway down the screen.
“You gotta be shitting me…”
Terms like ‘human sexual performance’ and ‘sexual packs’ came up again and again, like they were…
They were! They were fucking studying how human males worked together when it came to sex, and how they set up their own hierarchies. Harry shook his head as he scanned through it a little more, hardly able to believe it.
There weren’t much in the way of reports, but according to the whole thing, the Vault had been all-male, intended to be kept running through cloning and seeing how different behaviors, pheromones, and body types affected the way that males ended up treating each other. Some of the studies said that dick size had something to do with it - and that was something that Harry could believe - while others said that added pheromones could do more.
But it was the last part that really left him shocked.
[i]Vault Alpha, final entry.
Well, it’s been fun guys, but the cloning machines are about busted. We’re gonna have to make a choice. Either we die in here, or we head out. I’m all for staying, myself; we got enough food to make it to the ends of our lives, after all, and I don’t see any reason to head outside and deal with radiation and monsters.
I know some of you wanted to have kids. Hell, I know some of you weren’t made gay. That was part of the program. But you guys are going to do whatever the hell I want, anyway. You want me, and you want my dick, too much for any resistance. We’re gonna stay here.
So, as a way to pass this on, I’ll leave a little gift for whoever manages to stumble over this place. After all, there’s always gotta be an alpha. If you want to control the lives of other men, then here’s your chance. Take this password, and plug it into the computer in the medlab. It’ll do the rest.
Signing off.[/i]
“Control…”
It was a slim chance. After all, the Vaults were known to have tricks, traps, and even malfunctions after this many years. Who knew if the code was genuine, or some scientist’s slick way of getting more experiments years after their death?
But at the same time…
There was no way that he could outgun the gang chasing him. The raiders would kill him in a heartbeat if he actually showed his head, even if he managed to get a couple of them before they cornered him. He only had one chance.
Harry turned towards the medlab, praying to whatever gods existed that he wasn’t making a mistake.
#
“This was a mistake, this was a mistake!”
Harry shouted as the mechanical arms lifted him off of his feet, pulling him away from the med-lab computer and holding him spread-eagle. Despite their age, they had a better grip than a Super Mutant, strong enough to dent the armor on his arms and almost crushing his calves in their grip. Despite that, he fought as hard as he could, struggling to get free.
“[i]Please hold still. Medical treatment will begin upon removal of your garments.[/i]”
“Oh like hell it - oh shit.”
He sucked in a breath of air as the nozzles came down, turning his head away as bits of acid sprayed out of the different nozzles. Expecting to be melted down, Harry was shocked to see that it was his armor slipping away instead. Some carefully balanced concoction to affect non-living matter? Perhaps. Whatever it was, he was just glad that it wasn’t taking his skin off.
At the same time, he blushed as his whole body was left exposed. Muscles, scars, everything that he had taken in his time in the Wasteland was left bare to the eye. Even his dick, slightly mutated from a fuck with an irradiated friend a while back, was left out in the open, glowing a little around the head.
“[i]Nudity achieved. Applying treatment.[/i]”
Harry bit his lip. His only hope was that the treatment would actually do what it said it would. He waited, unable to do anything but watch as several arms with needles on the end came down.
Jab, jab, jab, sticking him in the chest, in the arm, in the thigh, and one uncomfortably close to his balls. The needles were quick to empty whatever chemicals they had into him, and Harry could already feel the heat of it spreading through him. He took a breath -
“AGH!”
And screamed as he felt his skin become so...so tight. It felt stretched over his body, spread thin, and as he looked down, he could see why. Muscle was growing, spreading down his arms and legs at a massive rate, bulging beneath his skin and making him look like one of the muscled thugs that some of the criminals kept around.
But it wasn’t restricted to muscle. He felt his back being stretched, tugged upwards like he was getting taller, and down between his legs…
Harry had always been well-hung, but it was getting bigger. The glowing head of his dick pushed further and further from his crotch, hanging further between his legs. It dangled, brushing against his leg hair, only lifting up a bit as his balls started growing as well.
“It’s...it’s working…”
BANG!
A bullet ricocheted off of one of the walls, and a whole series of shots hit the machine that was supporting him. Harry went down, hard, hitting the ground and rolling to the side.
“Nice shots, idiots! You missed him.”
[i]So the door wasn’t locked…[/i]
Even as he stood up, the raiders were already around him. Six of them, each one holding either an automatic pistol or a rifle. They kept them pinned on him, even as he panted from the continued changes. His cock felt so heavy between his legs, and his balls likewise. They almost seemed to be sweating, feeling wet, slick…
He saw one of the raiders pause, his nostrils twitching, and Harry grinned as he saw a bulge start growing in more than a few crotches. He turned, looking at the leader, a balding man with a goatee.
“I think that you made a mistake, Van.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“You followed me in.”
Feeling cocky, Harry grabbed at his dick, lifting it up. Every eye was on it, and even Van’s nose was twitching. Even he could smell it now, a musk that was spreading through the room. Pheromones, he’d guess. A lot of Vaults used them, making it hard to think. He stepped forward, swaying his dick - it must have been a ten inch softy, now - back and forth.
“Why don’t you kneel down, huh, boys?”
Three of them did it without even thinking. Van started shouting, but his words broke down, slurring in only a few seconds. It had to be the enclosed space, something that kept the scent from breaking down. Harry grinned, helping Van down to join the rest of his men, and the two that hesitated went down as well.
“You ain’t gonna listen to him anymore...I think it’s time you listened to me.”
“But…”
He turned to Van. There was no need for that gun; he kicked the leader’s pistol away, and grabbed him by the head. As he buried the leader’s nose in his balls - feeling him go limp instantly - he turned to the rest.
“You’re going to be good boys...aren’t you?”
“Yes...Yes…”
#
[i]Four hours later…[/i]
“Please, master, fuck me again!”
“No, me!”
“Me, I need it!”
“Please…”
Harry tuned them all out, sitting on a makeshift throne that had been cobbled together out of some of the better parts in the Vault. When the raiders had a reason, they were surprisingly good at accomplishing such tasks.
His attention was all on Van, bent over with his ass up in the middle of the raider line. They all had their ass cheeks spread, showing off almost completely untouched holes (save for the guy on the far left, who looked wrecked). Van, more than most, was groaning, his hole twitching from the pheromones.
“Well, Van? You gonna beg too?”
“...”
“Say it. I know you want it.”
“Please…”
“Yes?”
“Please master...fuck me.”
The alpha grinned, getting up and squatting between the former raider leader’s legs. He gripped that ass, squeezing the soft, muscled cheeks, and spread them wide. As soon as that pucker was in sight, he leaned in and started licking it, dragging his tongue over that tight little star. It twitched under his tongue, and he grinned in anticipation.
[i]This’ll be the start. An alpha needs a proper pack, after all.[/i]
But that’d be for later. For now, he had an ass to fuck, and he planned to get all he could out of that.
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]