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“I dare ya to fuck a deathclaw.” Scribe Benny took a slow drag on his cigarette, like he wasn’t just asked to have sex with the most dangerous and heavily irradiated creature in the Commonwealth. He blew the smoke out through his nostrils.

“Huh, I was expecting you to dare me to suck Old Senior Scribe Dan’s cock or something.”

“Nope! Gotta fuck a deathclaw,” Paladin Ash said. Their helmets voice modulator made them seem more robot than human .

“Yer crazy Ash. Those things are like, really radioactive aren’t they?”

“C’mon Ben! We aint scavvers, just pop a rad-x man. You gonna do it or not?” Benny stared at the horizon, his fingers picked at the paint of the ruined house nervously. He rubbed his cheek in thought, making a small circle of smudged dirt appear. His eyebrows snapped together as if he just realized something

“Jesus christ, I can’t fuck a deathclaw, it’ll tear my head off before it sticks its cock in me,” Benny flung his cigarette, now just a butt, into the rubble at his boots.

“Got you covered boy, check it,” Ash fumbled with the satchel slung over their power armor. Various bullet casings and pill bottles rattled inside. They pulled out a small squeeze bottle filled with clear liquid. On its side, there was a strip of duct tape with a half-lidded skull doodled on it. “I got this cooked up for you,” Ash gave the bottle a shake. They sat in silence a moment. A moment more.

“Well?” Benny finally said.

“Well?

“What is it?”

“What a good question Benny! It’s lube!”

“It’ll protect me?” Benny said this with no facetiousness. Ash was incredibly resourceful, even for a member of the Brotherhood.

“It’s laced with deathclaw pheromones, any deathclaw gets a whiff of this and he’ll be begging you to let him breed you,” the word breed made Benny’s cock twitch.

“No shit?” Benny stared at the bottle and thought, making that dirt smudge even darker. “Wait, who cooked this up for you? Did you tell them about our games? We could get into trouble for this Ash.”

“Chill out Ben. Knight Kal brewed it up. Told her some bullshit about weaponizing deathclaws by smearing this stuff on buildings we wanted wrecked. But in reality, you’re butts the only thing that’s gonna get wrecked,” Ash gave off tiny static bursts, they would be chuckles without the power armor.

Benny scrunched up his mouth in thought, giving the bottle small shakes and watching the lube cling to the sides and drip down slowly.

“Hm, why not,” Benny said. “Beats these boring patrols we’ve been getting.”

“Great, see that burnt out tree over there?” Benny followed Ash’s finger to a thick burnt tree, roots sticking out, half fallen. “That’ll be a good thing for the deathclaw to support itself on instead of yer wimpy back.”

“My back is not wimpy,” Ben said as he tossed the bottle up and down in his hand.

“Whatever scribe. Go get out there and get prepped.”

Benny began moseying on over to the nearly fallen tree, debris from the houses around him crunching under his boots. He wondered if anyone was watching from the rubble or the nearby forest. To be honest, Benny thought the idea of getting fucked by a deathclaw was incredibly hot, and doing so for a crowd of raiders seemed even more appealing. His cock twitched in his pants every few paces as he fantasized.

Once Benny reached the tree he peeled off one of his gloves and dropped his pants to his ankles. The breezy new-england sea air ran over his naked lower half. It was somehow comforting. The scribe leaned against the tree and began squirting the lube in the general direction of his butthole. Once satisfied, he tossed the bottle aside and began massaging his hole with his bare hand. The lube was incredibly thick and it wasn’t long before he was able to comfortably fit two fingers in himself. He’d need to stretch far more than that to fit a damn deathclaw cock though.

Benny idly fingered his asshole and stared at the cloudless sky, deep in thought over the fact that he wasn't sure Deathclaw’s even had dicks. He’d never seen one. Maybe they just had cloaca? Or maybe they reproduced asexually like some weird tree monster- Benny’s idle thoughts were snapped in half as he heard the tell-tale stomping and ground shaking that comes with an approaching deathclaw.

“Here we go Ben ol’ Benny. You got this,” Benny placed both hands against the tree, bracing for the upcoming trial, “you’ve done wilder shit, you got this.” Benny reassured himself.

From the sound of it, the deathclaw was coming from the forest to the east, directly behind Benny. He heard the giant thing treading water through the river for a few steps before stepping back onto dry land. The deathclaw rumbled low in its throat, Benny could feel the vibration of the noise in his chest. The deathclaw was close now, it walked surprisingly gingerly up to him, Ben could feel its hot, almost steaming breath on his bare skin. It sent shudders up his spine.

Although Benny couldn’t see it, the deathclaw bowed its head and began probing between Benny’s legs with it’s massive tongue, coating his thighs and butt with thick warm slobber. The tongue went between his cheeks and began prodding at his hole, it did this for a while, if Benny didn’t know any better he could have sworn he was getting teased. At this point, Benny was rock hard and dripping some of his own “slobber”. He huffed, sucking in the sweet chilly air as he was getting eaten out by a giant chameleon monster. Just another day in the wastes.

After a while, the deathclaw seemed satisfied, and gripped onto the tree a couple of feet above where Benny was steadying himself. This is the first glimpse Benny actually got of his monster lover, He saw the great thick arms above him, it’s heaving chest, it’s massive jaws with jutting teeth and dripping saliva. Some of it’s saliva dripped from above and landed on the smude on Benny’s cheek, making the dirt run down his face. A kiss from afar.

The deathclaw was humming and growling something fierce as he began to prod at little ol’ Benny’s butt. He felt it, trying to figure out what it looked like just from the feel. Flat head, with a little flare, he felt it slowly enter him. The monsters cock was wide. Benny grit his teeth and a shudder went up his spine. There seemed to be no end to the beast’s dick, four inches passed roughly and Benny gasped in surprise, then another four, Benny yelped, then another four and Benny made a sound like two cats fighting. Benny’s cock was dripping enough pre to inseminate a small village.

When the beasts cock was fully inside him, Ben felt a strange sensation in his gut, when he looked down he saw that despite his considerable belly, there was a huge bulge where the monster was pushing up against his insides. Benny watched the bulge dissipate and reappear slowly over and over, after a while, the pace picked up. This was the largest thing Benny had ever taken but at this point he was so stretched out he could barely even register the girth of the thing. He wondered if he’d ever be satisfied with human cock again. He thought about the fact that he’d have to fuck Deathclaws and Super-mutants to feel pleasure. He then thought about the fact that he was pretty sure Super-mutants had no genitals. However, that train of thought was interrupted as the Deathclaw wrapped it’s massive talons around Benny’s waist and hoisted him off the ground, fucking him mercilessly like a toy. Benny was moaning and shuddering madly, the pleasure he was in was so astounding and ethereal he swore he’d float off the ground with the impending afterglow.

As the beast fucked him, it slowly lowered it’s jaws around Benny’s head. Benny was too elated to be scared. To his surprise the inside of a deathclaws mouth did not smell of poor dental hygiene and half digested brahmin, but instead of damp soil. He was enveloped in warm heat, the monsters huge teeth caressed his neck and head like lovers made of ivory. The thing’s giant tongue found its way into Benny’s mouth and slid all the way down his throat in the sloppiest make-out session Benny had ever had. He moaned as his neck bulged in and out with the fat tongue.

Benny was about to cum, he felt it rise within him so intensely he was worried it was going to hurt blasting out of him. It didn’t. He and the monster came at nearly the same exact time, Benny shot his load as he felt his stomach rapidly swell, and the monsters cock throb rhythmically. Steaming deathclaw cum filled him entirely and began to drip out around the edges of the monsters dick.

Benny sat in the monsters arms, still making out with it tenderly, running his fingers along it’s massive horns gingerly. The afterglow was luxurious, but cut short. The monster began to tip Benny forward, giving him an excellent view of the inside of his esophagus.

“Hey woah pally, I thought I did pretty go-” Benny’s words were muffled as his head began squeezing through the monsters tight hot throat. He felt that tongue lapping at his belly and cock, cleaning off all the cum that still dripped from it and replacing it with viscous slobber.

As Benny began to slide in further, his cum filled gut made a huge bulge in the monsters throat. It raised its head vertically and bobbed it up and down, causing Benny to slide down it’s throat swiftly. The monsters taught belly swelled considerably with the cream-filled meal, and it growled deeply with content. Benny felt his whole body vibrate with the growling, he was incredibly warm, and wrapped up tight in the monsters gut. It wasn’t long before he began to grow very sleepy and decided to nap in the belly of the beast.

Ash watched the giant deathclaw napping against the burnt out tree. It’s belly gurgling and shifting constantly. They shrugged, turned around, and went to the radio inside their temporary base of operations (a crumbling brick building). Ash pressed down on a button.

“Knight Kal, I’m gonna need to request another scribe out here,” they said. The answer came back garbled and staticy.

“Are you kidding? That’s the 5th scribe in 2 months!”