Description: A nameless survivor scavenging the wasteland comes across a sleeping deathclaw.
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I'd missed the warmth of the sun.
Too bad it wasn't our friend anymore.
Some time ago, two days actually, I had finally awakened from... I believe it was around two hundred years or so of sleep.
Now, you're probably wondering how that's possible? Simple! Cryogenic technology and Vault-Tec's massive budget!
That's right, I was one of the lucky few that had their representative show up back in the good ol' days. The reason I agreed to participate wasn't out of kindness or the good of the human race, it was out of pity for the poor guy that probably got many mean words hurdled at him, and I needed the money. It was a decent offer all in all.
Yeah, money, what a silly thing it was. Nowadays, the currency everyone uses are those caps, Nuka-Cola still going strong after all this time.
Back to topic, I was lucky enough to make it into Vault 185, or was it 184? Somewhere in the 180-ish range. The vault was small but sturdy, withstanding the blast without a single tremor. When the government agents took us from our homes to the vault and the panic, which I admittedly took part in, that followed after the blast settled down, the ones in the bunker explained the situation to us, everything they wanted us to know at least.
Then, we went through the whole "Oh my god, the world is dead" and "My loved ones are gone, nooooo!" Truth be told, I couldn't bring myself to care anymore. Perhaps it was because I'd given up the moment I saw the mushroom cloud as the elevator sank into the ground, or the way the scientist delivered the news of the new apocalypse in that dead, robotic tone, but I just accepted everything without a fuss.
After that, we were given a few days to recover from the initial time before we were frozen in time, it passed as it always does, and we were brought back to reality.
It was a weird state, I felt like I existed, yet I didn't. Kinda like when you lay on your stomach or back and feel your entire body spin around, but at the same time- you get the point; I was in the realm between life and death, where even God didn't have any control over.
It lasted for what felt like a moment, the next was filled with a cold rush all over.
Out of the fifty people that entered, only three came out alive, me being one of them.
Now that I reflect on it, maybe I should've di-
No, no. Bad intrusive thoughts, bad! I won't listen to you again.
When I came to, I noticed a strange creature at my feet; a cockroach.
Only it was the size of a dog.
Instinctively, I smashed my boot down on its head, instantly killing the gross thing. A yellow-ish green ooze bled out of the fatal wound on its head, and that signaled my first kill in the wasteland.
I then explored around, found a few dead bodies, killed more oversized bugs, "borrowed" a pip-boy from a dead skeleton, and pushed said skeleton off the chair to access the terminal they were using before they expired.
That was how I figured out how many of survived, but for all I knew, they could've awakened years before me, or passed away due to diseases or radiation poisoning or-
There were many ways to die in the wasteland, and I didn't want to find out which hurt the most.
I looted whatever else there was in the vault before leaving it, it was already opened, fucking idiots. What? Were they born on a bus? You open a door, you close after yourself, uncultured swine I say!
And that leads us to the present, me donning my sexy, blue vault jumpsuit and holding a pistol like Rambo. I didn't know where I was going, or how I would get food or water or medicine or all of them which would be the best case scenario, but I'd manage.
...
Who am I kidding? I was probably going to die.
I didn't have any survival skills, the best I had was the week I spent with the Boy Scouts, my father decided against it, calling it a waste of time and saying that "Your education is far more important than building shity tents and tying poles like a primitive stripper." Yeah, I miss his foul language, funny fucker he was. Rest in peace, old man.
As I contemplated my life, all the good, bad, and cringe, I noticed a lone building down the road, the surrounding trees didn't exist anymore, leaving an empty field all around me. If my memory served me right, that was a gas station that was also someone's home in the second floor. I could find some useful things there, my hunger has been creeping in since yesterday.
There was something comforting about this scenery. The world was dead, sure- haha, "sure," as if I could just shrug it off as another Tuesday. Indeed, the world as I knew it was history, but...
It was peaceful, at the moment. No people, no animals, nothing bothering me, absolutely nothing. It was just me and the world. In addition, the sky was blue.
Yup, the sky was the same blue as it always was. A few clouds dotting the heavens, I could stare at them all day long.
I wonder how the astronauts felt when they saw the thousands of nukes go off around the globe, a glorious firework show before as out great downfall. I would've played something Mozart or Beethoven created as Humanity's ending theme, or a goodbye to the universe as the light snuffed out.
I guess I can't beat the intrusive thoughts, might as well annoy them to no end.
Once I reached the gas station, I made sure the pistol was loaded and ready to go. The safety was off, a bullet was chambered, so all that was left for me was to pull the trigger in case I came across danger.
The front glass doors were broken off long ago, dust covering everything in sight. Trash and glass shards littered the floor, the beautiful paint on the walls decayed to an ugly gray. I scanned the place from left to right, sneaking around every corner, ready for anything at any time.
There was absolutely nothing here, and not a crumb of bread was left behind.
Well, that leaves the second floor.
As I climbed up the stairs, I tried to minimize the noise I made. Why did it have to be made out of wood? Flawed design if you ask me, or a clever defense mechanism.
No matter, I made it to the top without alerting whatever was guarding- oh, for fuck's sake, there was no one here!
I stopped with the whole ninja shenanigans, standing up to my full height before casually walking towards the kitchen area. There were two other doors on the level; the bedroom and the bathroom. What else could they be?
I searched once again, coming to a sweet piece of bullshit. FUCK! You gotta be kidding me! Okay, relax, relax, don't do anything irrational. Maybe there's some medicine in the bathroom? Pain killers are a life saver, literally.
I left the kitchen for the the room before the last one, the door left ajar confirmed my assumption; there was a sink, a toilet and a bathtub, basic really.
However, after thoroughly checking every nook and corner, I was still empty handed.
Which left the bedroom.
Come on, God, give me something, anything! A wrench to defend myself if I run out of bullets, a biker's helmet to shield my head from the environment, a bottle of vintage cola!
Grabbing the handle, I slowly twisted it until I heard a click, pushing the door open to reveal a...
...
What the fuck is that thing?
On the bed was... some sort of... creature. It was massive, definitely twice my height, with scales, horn, a tail and, and, and-
I had never seen anything like it before.
What is it?
Why is it?
How?
When?
A million thoughts ran through my mind, but one stuck out the most; how does it feel to pet it?
Also, from its claws, I inferred it was a predator.
A predator that was smart enough to get into the house and sleep on the bed.
A predator that could very well end my life if it woke up right here, right now.
Eh, my life wasn't worth living anyway.
At the end, my curiosity won me over, and I began tip-toeing over to the bizarre animal. It looked so peaceful despite its deadly appearance and even deadlier capabilities, and- oh, it was a female.
How I could tell? From a closer look, it had breasts and a slit between her legs. I'd seen my dad's playboy magazines, he should've known to hide them better from a sheltered teenager. I didn't notice her assets since she was curdled up, but who cares, I want to pet, I must!
Kneeling down to her level, I reached out with a hand, but hesitated for a moment.
I should leave, I should go before she wakes up and tears me apart.
...
Fuck it.
I placed my hand on her head, caressing the smooth surface. It felt... strange, but not bad. Far from it actually, it felt pretty nice. So, I continued petting her, glancing at her face from time to time, damn, her snout is also cute in its own, weird way.
...
Those cryo-chemicals must've fucked my brain up or something.
As I grew more comfortable in her presence, I heard a quiet rumble come from her chest.
Is that... Is that supposed to be a purr? That's... adorable, wholesome even. God, why did you have to make me weak to cute animals and affection?
I began to scratch her head, and the purr grew louder in response. It's funny, how even the most dangerous animals turn into little cubs at a mere human touch.
I took another glance at her peaceful face, her sharp eyes staring directly into my soul.
She was staring at me.
I woke her up.
I stopped petting her, too shocked to do anything.
She stopped purring.
I began petting her again, rubbing my hand against her head.
She began purring again.
Okay, okay. Calm down, she hasn't attacked you, yet, for God knows why reason. Which is good, don't jinx it! Talk to her!
"Uh... hello?" I swallowed a lump in my throat, my palms becoming sweaty from how nervous I was, "Do you... understand me?"
She simply gazed upon me, giving me a slow blink.
That's how cats show affection!
I did the same, averting my eyes to show that I wasn't trying to challenge her to a fight. Her purrs increased in intensity, sounding similar to a motorcycle casually cruising down Miami.
"Okay... so you can't, shit. Please, please don't kill me, I'm sorry for disturbing you," she continued staring in silence, her tail lazily swishing from side to side.
"H-how about I leave you alone? 'Kay?" I retracted my hand from her, and her purrs ceased entirely. I immediately returned to the previous action, once again stuck in a loop I couldn't hope to escape.
If I stopped petting her, she stops purring. If she stopped purring, that means she isn't happy anymore. If she wasn't happy, she could decide to kill me.
I did this to myself, didn't I?
"L-look, I need to go, my..." I tried thinking up an excuse- wait a minute, what the fuck am I doing? Fucking moron, she can't you, yet you're talking to her like a person, "Shit, what do I do?" She began shifting, pushing her head into my hand. I gave her a few more scritches, her tongue lolling out in response.
"Listen, I really need to go, so," I made a swift turn on my heels and broke into a full sprint towards the door, "CALL ME NEVER-!"
Only to be caught not a feet away by her tail wrapped around my midsection.
Uh oh.
With a single pull, she yanked me back to her, making me stumble onto her.
Before I could react, she seized me, wrapping her arms around my chest, her tail wrapping two more times down to my stomach.
I gasped, realizing that I was utterly trapped. There was no way I could escape now, she was going to bite my head off, all because I was stupid and couldn't fuck off ohgodIdon'twannadie-!
However, she did no such thing. Instead, she just held me close to her, purring for the third time.
"O-oh, o-okay. G-good girl, don'tbitemeplease," she rubbed her chin against the top of my head, her tail slightly squeezing me.
How did I get here? How did my life get to this point? Fucking hell, at least I wasn't dead-
Her right hand began slithering down my stomach, all the way to...
"W-wait, you can't go there," I tried to free myself, but she didn't relent, still reaching for my nether regions.
"No, no! Bad! Let me go!" I struggled harder, but as expected, it did nothing to halt her advance, I bet she didn't even feel me move due to the difference of power between us.
"Stop! T-this is wrong-!" She tried to reach into my pants, but she didn't know it was a one piece suit, if she wanted to take it off, she'd have to-
Riiiip!
Or, do that; tearing it apart with a swift move of her claws.
And exposing my little willy.
"W-WAIT STOP STOP STOOOOP!" She grabbed it between her digits, fondling it around like the tall, inflatable dancing things outside some stores, "Watch your claws- just let me go you dumb cunt!"
Of course, she didn't listen and continued playing with my little toy, but it was my toy! What the fuck am I even saying?! This is wrong! Why is she doing this?! I have to escape somehow!
But I can't. Ever if I do manage to break free, she'll just chase and catch me. I bet those thigh muscles weren't just for show.
I didn't even bother speaking again since it served no purpose, focusing on finding a way to stun her so-
She stopped touching me, phew.
Because she mad me erect.
Son of a bi-
Suddenly, she spun us around; I was with my back on the bed and she was on top of me, her tail still wrapped around me to keep me in place.
As I stared at her in confusion, I noticed a wet feeling on my penis growing by the second. Looking towards it revealed that her vagina was pressed down on my shaft, her juices leaking like a decayed dam.
She was wet.
Meaning, she was excited.
She wanted to do the deed.
She wanted to what?!
"HEY! NO! STOP!" I struggled harder, trying to pull her tail off of me, but it stayed in place, unmoving in the slightest.
All the while she began rubbing herself on me, coating my dick in her natural lubricant. She's basically an animal, yet she's the one how took initiative! Why is her body so... human? Two legs, two arms, tits! She has massive bloody tits! It's too perfect of a coincidence to be just that, did the government engineer this creature or something?!
"I SAID-" I gasped again, her hand grabbed my member, holding it with a hard grip while aiming it right into her cunt.
My heart dropped in my chest, but at the same time, it was excited- THOSE ARE THE PRIMITIVE OONGA BOONGA INSTINCTS! FUCK! GOD! YOU MOTHERFU-
Then, she dropped down, meeting my pelvis with her own.
"A-AH! HOLY SHIT!" She was so fucking tight it was impossible! It was so tight I feared that she would restrict blood flow to my dick. W-why was I feeling so good?! Fuck! I need to pull out! This is too mu-
She began pounding down onto me, overwhelming me not a moment later.
I threw my head back on the bed, grabbing at anything I could get my hands on. My entire body was trembling from how fast and hard she was going with each aggressive slam. I couldn't think straight anymore, everything blurred into a mix of lewd plaps and slaps, a distant voice in my mind laughing at me, telling me that if I just left, I would've been just fine.
But what really got me, was that she made me feel so fucking good.
"P-please! N-no!" My actions betrayed my words, because I no longer struggled, moaning freely without a drop of shame and subconsciously thrusting up into her. She growled at me, her lips curdling upwards in a grin.
N-no fucking way, s-she had to understand me! That lying bitch-!
"NGH! I-I can't- S-slow DOOOWN!" I grabbed her thighs, a pathetic attempt to slow her down, but not lift her up, the latter would be a task not even Atlas could complete. She retaliated by falling down onto me, the bed cushioning her surprise attack.
The new position gave her the perfect angle to thrust me in and out at a pace that would make an electrical piston blush, and due to her height, her breasts were pressed right into my face, muffling my cries and moans.
I was about to voice another complaint before her grabbed the back of my head, pushing me into her right breast, blocking my mouth and nose from taking in air.
The precious air I was running out of.
I opened my mouth wide, twisting my head away from her boobs for even the smallest breath. It worked, but I failed to notice the nipple that was over my lips all this time, which was now in my mouth.
If she could see me right now, I'd look like the ripest tomato that ever existed.
In the meantime, she kept slamming down onto me, violating my cock to no end. At this point, I didn't question reality anymore, or my choices. I didn't want it to end, the sensation firing up my nerves addicting like the old Cola variants.
"Hmm! Ngh- HMHM!" She began secreting milk into my mouth, and I drank it all, not that I had a choice. I tasted exactly like regular milk, if not sweeter, better, hotter, so fucking hot I sucked more and more, stimulating her as well.
Another grunt came from the scalie monster, and she no longer moved her hips like a maniac, opting to grind herself with my member fully inside, my tip just touching the end of her love tunnel. She hugged me close to her as I began jolting in her grip, the all too familiar premise of release right at my doorstep, amplified by a number so big you'd need a scroll stretching from coast to coast in order to write it down.
I didn't fucking care anymore, I wanted to do it inside her!
And I did.
As I- no, as she stole the cum from my balls, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my pleasured screams muffled by her squishy mounds, my toes curling with every rope I sent into her loving snatch. Her muscles, both the regular and vaginal ones, held me with a death grip, milking every drop I had accumulated in, technically, the last two hundred years.
Once I'd given her all I had, she let go of my head, falling to the side and partially freeing me from her prison.
I huffed in relief, the horny leaving my body as I basked in the afterglow of her love-making. I have no idea how all of that just happened, but it did, and that's all that matters.
Then, she hugged me close to her chest, the both of us falling asleep on the bed that withstood the power of a Deathclaw.