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I woke again, deep in the middle of the night to a now familiar sensation. Dogmeat was back at it! I must have rolled over in my sleep and my naked butt must have reminded the German Shepherd of the horny bitch downstairs. The clouds had definitely rolled in, because it was too dark to see, but I didn't need to see to feel his wide, wet tongue slipping between my cheeks.

“When you get onto something, you just don't get off," I groaned. The dog had been amorous since meeting the friendly, though ghoulish, mongrel I'd affectionately named “Buttface". If I hadn't intervened, he would have mated the irradiated bitch. I couldn't help but feel like I should thank her for turning Dogmeat on, because he'd already driven me to one fantastic orgasm, and it looked like he was ready to do it again. Shivering, I lifted my butt a few inches and spread my cheeks for him.

If he realized that my feminine petals weren't the same as an actual bitch, he didn't seem to care, lavishing me with his tongue. From this angle, it seemed like he could push his tongue even deeper than when I was on my back! God, what the residents of Sanctuary would have said two hundred years ago, if they knew Nate's perfect little housewife was getting eaten out by a dog. Or that she had a killed more than a hundred people, for that matter.

But I couldn't help it. It just felt so good, and despite my climax earlier that night, I was still at the tail end of two centuries unsatisfied. I pressed my buttocks back against the dog, moaning as his tongue shifted up and blanketed my asshole. It felt...surprisingly good! Grunting, I spread my legs and lifted my ass even higher, letting him shove his full tongue into my ass.

“Oh...Dogmeat!" I cried out. I was sprawled out in front of him at the top of the Starlight Diner, grateful that I was standing in for Buttface who I'd blockaded down on the bottom floor. His urge to breed was strong, and I couldn't give him the puppies he wanted, but at least I wouldn't irradiate the purebred stud. I could hear the mongrel mutt I'd helped whining down in the diner, no doubt wishing she were in my place.

As nice as him eating my ass felt, it still couldn't compete with my pussy, so I slid a hand down my sweaty, naked body and curled my fingers in. Only then did I remember that that hand was still coated in Buttface's heat. Dogmeat pulled his tongue free of my ass, and started sniffing my busy fingers, and I guess I couldn't blame him for thinking I was a presenting bitch. I should have realized the way I was situated would lead to my beautiful boy mounting me.

His belly fur was wet from sweat and crusted over - he, like me, would need a bath after this, but I didn't mind, as the German Shepherd wrapped his paws around my hips. I felt his 'red rocket' poking against my fingers, seeking entrance to what he assumed was my heat-swollen pussy. I gasped. I couldn't really let him, could I? Eating me out was one thing, but society hadn't crumbled so far that I could just...fuck a dog.

Or had it? Nate was dead, Shaun was lost, and aside from Preston, there weren't many eligible bachelors. If Dogmeat wanted to make me a happy housewife, who was I to reject him? There was even a libertarian paradise that wouldn't give two shits about this, though I might not be able to show my face in Diamond City if they found out.

In the end, my decision was made simply by the fact that the German Shepherd hadn't gotten me off quite yet. My clenching cunny needed release, and he wanted more than a taste this time. I lowered my fingers and climbed to all fours, feet set wide apart. Dogmeat was panting heavily in my ear now, but still I could hear Buttface on the bottom level.

Buttface's whining matched mine, but then I heard it - she yelped, her low, mongrel voice wailing out. More importantly, I heard a bark at the same time, down below. Not a wild howl, not a gruesome growl, but a bark that could only be described as Dogmeat. Was I just imagining things, or had Dogmeat managed to mount both of us at the same time? As the German Shepherd squirmed up my own body, I heard two dogs whining and straining together two floors down.

Either that wasn't Dogmeat downstairs, or...this wasn't Dogmeat upstairs. A pit in my stomach, I glanced at my arm, only to remember I'd tossed my Pip Boy over to my clothes a few feet away. I couldn't reach it! I strained and stretched my arm, touching it with just my fingertips. With a mighty stretch, I grabbed it, only to realize it was off and needed time to start up.

That was all the time my mate needed. It had to be Dogmeat, right? I would have heard if he knocked down the barricade. No one could get up or down from here. Still, I had a growing fear as the dog on my back plunged forward, my distraction making it all the easier for him to jab his big, red cock in between my wet folds. I squealed, spread like a bitch for what I could only pray was Dogmeat.

When the device finally buzzed on, the green light of the display flickering, the first thing I noticed was the click, click, clk-clk-clk-clk-clk of the rad meter and I knew I was fucked. Eight rads? Whimpering, I held down the flashlight button, illuminating the dark top floor of the building, shuddering as whatever it was started grunting and shoving against me, working his cock between my outspread legs. Only when I looked back did I piece it all together.

It was the alpha - the one I'd spared yesterday before saving Buttface. I'd dispatched the raiders who'd fed the pack, killed four of his friends, but I'd had him in my sights and didn't shoot. I knew what it was like to be alone in this world, so I'd let the mutt run, and now he was back to get revenge. In the eerie green light, I could see his array of disgusting, sharp fangs, which looked like he had only canines filling his pulled-back, skinless muzzle. His ribs pressed against my smooth back, misplaced, mutant claws wrapped around my hips.

I screamed. I couldn't help it, the fierce monster still humping me mercilessly. “Dogmeat!" I yelled, even as drool spilled down the creature's teeth, spattering my back.

But despite a yelp from my German Shepherd companion downstairs, I still heard my dog's voice intermingling with whimpering bitch. I should have known better - the day before, I'd had to literally pull him off of Buttface, and now he had free reign of her raised rump. He wasn't going to stop until he'd finished up. If the alpha minded that his former pack mate was panting under another (better) dog, he didn't show it, seemingly satisfied with this similar-smelling human. He was every bit as big as Dogmeat, his fat cock straining my lips apart as he bucked back and forth in me. I suppose I should have been grateful he hadn't yet decided to tear me apart, because without my weapons, equipment, armor, or even my vault suit, I was a sitting duck.

First things first, my pistol. With him plugged into me, I thought I could get a good quick number of shots off at the alpha's head before he knew what was happening. Tears in my eyes, I reached for my stuff that I'd so foolishly pushed to the side. My satchel wouldn't help me dislodge the mother fucker, but if I stretched, I could reach it. The gun was a foot out of reach. Maybe if I threw the bag in a circle I could knock it closer?

While my fingers stretched and grabbed the shoulder strap, the alpha leaned forward, his spit and drool splattering further up my back. He was humping deeper and harder, gliding the entire bony length of his dick into me. It was nothing like my husband, Nate - there was no love or sweetness, just pure, animalistic force as he collided with me. All the while, my Pip Boy was clicking so fast I couldn't tell the individual clicks apart. If I didn't get it off me - out of me - I was going to die.

Stretching and sweeping my arm with the satchel, I managed to strike my gun with the bag on the second try. To my despair, the gun I'd recovered from the vault, that had seen me through so many trials and tribulations, clattered against the wall, bounced off, and fell down the stairs to the lower level. Almost as bad, I lost my grip on the satchel, leaving it a few short inches away from my fingertips.

RadAway and Rad-X lay safely in that bag, just out of reach. Maybe I could have found something with some heft and tried to knock the alpha off of me. As it was, I had nothing, naked as the day I was born on a dingy old mat in the top floor of the Starlight diner. My whole life had been building to this moment - everything had been perfect until the day the war started and ended, taking away my home. Then someone had killed my husband and stolen my son. Now here I was, the General of the Minutemen, on my hands and knees, about to be fucked to death by an irradiated mongrel while my only real friend in the world was busy humping Buttface on the bottom floor.

I could feel it now - a slight burning on my skin, as the rads crept up. I lost the will to fight it, collapsing onto the mattress with my ass in the air, each click a countdown to my death. The ghoulish mongrel was used to it, of course, his DNA having overcome the damage, but I hadn't evolved to fight the radiation. He couldn't know and didn't care that his soft, plump human bitch was burning and melting beneath him as he humped. Why hadn't I just shot him when I had the chance?

He was big though. Maybe it was the radiation coursing through my brain, or maybe I'd given in to my fate, but as horrifying as my situation was, the alpha stud was big. I'd been ready and willing to give myself to Dogmeat, but the alpha was functionally the same, his tight grip and firm, eager thrusts spreading my wet pussy apart. Weeping and grasping, I found my hand sneaking down between my legs, touching his fat cock before curling around my clit. If I was going to die anyway, I might as well...enjoy it?

Now I knew I was suffering some form of brain damage, because even as the monster raped me, I was furiously rubbing my nub and bucking my hips, moaning as he hilted inside me. His three, misshapen nuts slapped against my hips each time he drilled me. There was no love or affection, he simply pulled me back and jabbed forward, claiming me as his bitch. Now I knew what it must feel like to be Buttface, a slave to her heat, lifting her tail for her alpha, or Dogmeat, or whoever wanted her. I belonged to him now, and he was going to keep me until I was thoroughly, fatally irradiated.

“Aaah!" I moaned, working my fingers harder before sliding my free hand to my breasts. I shuddered as I felt him growing inside me, my vulva spreading out around him. I knew enough about dogs to know he was going to tie himself to me. There'd be no separating us for way too long. There was still a chance that Dogmeat or some passing stranger would hear my screams and save me, but once that knot was in place, I was as good as dead. But that didn't stop me from grinding my hips back against the mongrel, clenching down around him. My aching lips streeeeetched wide as I struggled to contain the alpha. He grabbed my ponytail in his teeth and yanked back, keeping me firmly in place as he tied me.

I squealed in pleasure, ignoring the burning from his rads deep inside me, my fingers investigating my bulging cunt. I felt like a baseball down there, my clit trembling at the top of my distended pussy, all the easier to stroke. He thrust and I rubbed, desperate to get off one last time in this blasted wasteland before I took my leave. “Harder!" I groaned, and he seemed to comply, pounding me forward.

My eye popped open, the other one pressed into the mattress. He'd shoved me forward. Even as the radiation burned my aching body, I grabbed the satchel and pulled it toward me. There was too much inside, but I found my stash of RadAway. Fingers trembling, I didn't have time to play it safe, grabbing a needle and praying I found a vein on the first try. My rocking body didn't help anything, but I managed to insert the needle into a vein and hook up the I.V. bag to my arm. Immediately, I felt relief spread through my circulatory system, the burning, aching feeling of radiation breaking away and spreading through my body. I had ten bags of the stuff, and it would be easy to replace them no matter how long the alpha stayed tied with me. I was saved!

Groaning, I reached back between my legs, cupping my bulging pussy with both hands as I humped against the horny hound. The medicine could compete with the dog's radiation, and would eventually stabilize me, but I had other concerns, moaning and clenching around the wild mongrel. “Oh God, oh God!" I whined, gratefully enduring the alpha's fast, sharp thrusts that had him poking against my cervix. My tight pussy felt better, not as stretched, a better fit, and...w-where was my clit? Whining, I searched for it everywhere, until I discovered it another way. When the alpha thrust, a wave of pleasure washed over me. It was where it had been, only an inch inside me.

Gasping, I glanced along my belly to see my bulging vulva had become thicker and darker. A different shape entirely, stretched out to fit the alpha's cock. Now, instead of my pelvis being spread painfully apart, the folds themselves bulged outward, squeezing firmly around the dog's knot. But that wasn't the only change I noticed. My pubic hair had spread, the dark brown hairs extending all the way to my belly button. This was new! I watched in shock as hairs continued to sprout along my sides and stomach. The RadAway wasn't winning - or it was still catching up. All the radiation I'd taken before hooking up to the I.V. was even now shifting my D.N.A. from the pussy out.

“W-wait," I gasped, digging my fingers into the mattress below me. Of course, he didn't, pumping away even as his irradiated cock change my human nature. But this wasn't what a ghoul looked like - I was growing hair and...and nipples? As I watched, skin began to grow and form tiny nubs along my stomach, pink flesh firming up into two rows of canine teats. “N-no!" I yelped, for the first time. Death had been one thing, but I was watching myself mutate into an inhuman monster! Somehow, his genes and mine were commingling, and even as I watched, I took on more and more canine characteristics.

I felt my fingers tingling, and terrified, I swapped a half-empty bag of RadAway with a new one, just in case I lost the use of my hands entirely. I watched, wincing, as my nails hardened into claws, hair appearing on the backs and palms. Brown fur covered my body, then my neck, then my head. I squealed, yelped, and then howled as my alpha drilled me and my nose stretched forward several inches, nose flattening and turning black. I was turning into a mongrel!

M-maybe that wasn't so bad, I wondered, bucking up and down as my canine cunt quivered around the masculine mutt. I fit him perfectly, his fat cock triggering every nerve ending in my heat-swollen spade. Howling with inhuman pitch, I shuddered to feel a tail sprouting from my tailbone, skin growing and stretching only to hold the useless appendage firmly to the side, pushing back against my mate. My brain was fading - I could tell, replaced by pleasant thoughts of panting beneath a strong stud like him, taking his litter and whining for it. The mutation could continue, and leave me with no more loneliness, fear, or grief. I would forget Nate, forget Shaun, and just live my life happily as a brooddam in the wastelands. I growled as the bones in my legs began to shift, my foot and toes growing longer, spreading to the rest of my skeleton. Soon, I would be nothing more than another 'Buttface'.

Until I noticed my left arm, where the RadAway was still pumping into my veins. IT was noticeably less hairy. The bag was fighting the change! But one bag wasn't enough. Clumsily, I used my new, clawed hands to insert another I.V. into my right arm, the soothing sensation all but instant. Whatever mutations were occurring slowed, then stopped, and my bloodstream circulated the chemical throughout my body, halting all the changes where they were.

But how far had my transformation progressed? Thwacking the Pip Boy, I turned it off, using it as a makeshift mirror. But it took so long for the green glow to fade that the alpha growled, finally finished with his cute, canine companion. With a howl, he launched himself forward and let loose in my womb, all three balls quivering as he shot me full of irradiated cum. Another voice joined his, and at first I thought it was Dogmeat or Buttface, but it was me. I was howling in ecstasy as my bulging spade spasmed and squeezed around the powerful male, milking him of every drop his overfull scrotum could produce. I sputtered and came, pleasure wracking my body as I submitted to the alpha, howling and barking. My voice was generally lower, and gravelly, but when I yelped, the high-pitch flattened my ears.

It was like this that I first saw myself in the reflection of the Pip Boy, moaning and cumming like a dirty bitch for the monstrous dog. My face had furlike hair covering its shortened muzzle, nostrils flattened into a black, canine form. My shoulder-length hair was basically the same, but now I had two furry ears poking through. My grin was decidedly canine, sharp teeth interlocking. I looked like nothing short of a werewolf of fantasy. My legs were bent and lengthened, appearing to bend backward, a two-foot long, fluffy tail curled up behind me. And of course, I had eight nipples of decreasing size speckling my belly, and a fat, doggy vulva, still quivering around him.

Finished with me, the alpha turned rump-to-rump, panting. His calmness, his patience, made me realize I no longer had anything to fear from the beast - he knew me for one of his own. Whimpering, I took every last drop he gave me, and I would soon find out that the genetic transformation had progressed far enough to turn my womb.

Exhausted, I still managed to crawl away from the satisfied scoundrel when he finally tugged free, and I saw my barrier still in place. Dogmeat had opened the second floor door that lead out to the roof over the gas pumps, and found his way down to Buttface. This had opened the exact same route for the alpha to find me. Stumbling, I learned to walk on my toes to get down to them, only to find Dogmeat lapping eagerly at Buttface's dripping spade.

“You're incorrigible, you know that?" I said again, voice gruff, but understandable.

Exhausted, I sat in a heap on the floor, the alpha's juices flowing onto the tile floor, watching the German Shepherd clean up his new bitch. That Buttface looked at me with empathy was not especially encouraging, but I realized we were two of a kind now. I looked down at my hands, still mostly human. While all she could give to her alphas was puppies, I had much more I could provide. Protection, food, housing. I don't know when I decided that we dogs were my new family, but it had happened and I didn't look back. We could start a new life, here, at the drive-in. With my help, our family could grow and prosper in a way I hadn't been able to do for Nate and Shaun.

Yip! I gasped as Dogmeat's tongue found my leaking spade while I was still distracted. Just because I could provide for them in many ways didn't mean that Buttface got to have all the fun. With a grin at my long-time companion, I showed off the changes I had undergone. He barked in approval, especially when I lay back against the ground, spread my legs, and held my tail aside. I rested my rump on a smooth stone that lifted it neatly for the curious canine, and Dogmeat didn't bother with foreplay. This time, he crawled over me, sniffing my new nipples as he wrapped his paws around my belly.

“Oh, Dogmeat," I whined, my triangle bouncing up and down for him. It had been only a matter of time before this happened, but I couldn't fault the alpha for speeding it along. I wrapped my arms around my lover, licking his nose, and like that, he was in me. Howling and straining together, the German Shepherd and I humped and hugged, my new tail wagging furiously. My own tongue was larger, and more canine, spilling from the side of my muzzle as I panted beneath him. “Breed me, like you bred her!" I commanded.

Buttface watched with interest, until the rested and ready alpha mongrel appeared at the door. For a second I wondered if the big male would be willing to share with a purebred like Dogmeat, but I should have known he would. After all, he'd climbed the building to be with me, knowing that his Buttface was about to get it down below. I watched, whimpering, as she turned around without a second thought, yipping as the huge, toothy male mounted her from behind. Both were alphas now, returning to their original mates for sloppy seconds.

And then thirds, and then fourths. Again and again the randy dogs sniffed us, and we obedient bitches had little choice but to raise our rumps in joy. I'd run out of RadAway, but despite the loud clicks, my body seemed to have adjusted to rads like the ghouls. I would never need RadAway again. The big, beastial boy who'd transformed me seemed to like it on his back, my bulging pussy riding him with loud, wet squelches until he shot up into me, my hands running through my quivering nipples.

I wasn't truly surprised when I got pregnant, and certainly not shocked when Buttface did. Perhaps it was luck, or just empathy, but as I began to give birth, so did she, the males watching protectively from a distance. Fittingly, we each birthed a litter that was a mix. All of hers had signs of genetic mutation, though four of them had beautiful black-and-tan fur, but half of my puppies looked like perfect German Shepherds, and the other three half-mongrel. I loved them all, of course, and I'd made sure to stockpile food and supplies while I was stuck nursing them. I'd built a few makeshift roofs over our heads, and planted some vegetables, but what we really needed was meat - and lots of it. No radstag stood a chance against my rifle.

Being a mother was good in its own right, but nothing beat our season. When Buttface and I went into heat, it was always together, and the next two weeks were non-stop debauchery. Dogmeat was a strong but gentle lover, and Alpha left me panting and gasping for more.

When the four of us lay in a warm, moist pile together, the puppies playing by the watering hole, I could only smile and pat my cum-swollen belly. Soon, it would fill with new life once again.

It had taken more than two-hundred years and half-a-dozen tragedies, but now I knew.

I was home.