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Everything was happening too fast.
She'd been helpless when she watched the murder of her husband and the kidnapping of her infant son. She'd been alone when she woke again to find herself the sole survivor of her Vault. She'd been overwhelmed when she stumbled through the destroyed remains of her once-familiar town.
And now she was here:
Standing in the street, in armor she barely knew how to operate, staring down a monster she was told was called Deathclaw.
She fired her minigun until the weapon overheated and warped, but the beast seemed somehow unfazed. If the bullets hurt the creature at all, the pain certainly hadn't slowed its hasty approach.
The thing bent forward, hooked its massive forward-facing horns under the arms of her Power Armor and flung her to the side. With a loud clang and the crumpling of metal, she slammed into a car, collapsing it under the impact. Immediately, red lights and loud alarms flooded her suit. She didn't know what they all meant, but she wasn't about to wait to find out. After two attempts, she was able to grind the damaged armor open and spill out onto the street. The suit protected her from the brunt of the collision, but spikes of pain still shot through her skull every time she breathed. The world around her was blurry.
Not blurry enough that she couldn't see the Deathclaw coming toward her, though.
There seemed to be something different this time. The monster still approached with its head low, but it did so slowly, and she could hear the sounds of deep, purposeful sniffing.
She tried to stand and instantly collapsed back to the street, helpless to escape whatever the beast before her was planning.
She expected it to charge. To swing its claws. But instead it just…sniffed.
Its face was broad and covered in heavy, layered scales. She could have counted them with how close it got without attacking. With its curious snout, it nudged its face between her thighs. She cried out and flinched away, but still, it didn't attack. It just sniffed, faster now, and growled low. It pushed its snout further, bumping against her pelvis with an almost eager movement.
By the time it stood, the world was starting to come back into focus. The first thing she was able to see clearly was a long, thick protrusion inching out from a gap in the monster's lower belly.
No. Not one protrusion.
Two.
The Deathclaw's cocks were connected at the base, but split into two distinct shafts. They were flushed a deep pink and thicker than her fist at the point before they connected. The tips were unlike anything she'd seen before. They were bulbous like a turnip, wider than even the base at its thickest point, and covered in small, flexible-looking nubs.
Another growl issued from low in the monster's chest as the cocks became fully erect. It was staring straight at her.
She tried again to scramble to her feet. To run. To crawl. But the heaviness of her head kept her off balance and landed her prone on the cracked asphalt instead.
In this position, the beast had more direct access to its target. With a surprisingly steady hand, it dragged one of the massive claws it was named for down the back of her Vaultsuit, splitting it from collar to crotch. There was a thin, red line along her pale back following the path of the claw, but she could tell it was superficial despite the sting. Her now useless clothing fell forward, exposing the back of her completely. Before she could try once again to escape or hide, the claws were back. This time, both the monster's hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her completely off the ground so her arms and legs dangled feebly in the air.
When she felt those two wide bulbs bump against her, she screamed.
Where were the Minutemen? The raiders? Anyone?? Were they all just going to let this happen?
Then again, her mini-gun had barely touched the thing. What would pipe rifles and pistols do?
Still, she screamed and flailed as best she could as the too-broad heads of both cocks pressed harder against her. They were slimy, covered in some kind of self-lubrication, and the feeling of it slathering against her skin made her gag.
After too many failed attempts, the Deathclaw tilted her at a more downward angle. With a grunt, it pulled her against it, forcing its lowermost cock into her cunt.
Her voice cracked as it filled her, her pleas for help falling silent as something that should never have fit forced itself inside her. Despite the lubrication covering the beast's shaft, her body screamed as it was forced to accommodate the mass of it. It couldn't fully enter her with the first push. Her body was clenching too much and fighting against the intrusion, so it dragged her up its length before pulling her back down again. And again. And again. Every time she was slammed onto its cock, breath was forced from her lungs in a sharp yelp. She felt like her organs were being forced aside. Deeper and deeper it pushed, refusing to accept the limits of her body as she cried out. It wasn't until it was finally sheathed to the hilt inside her that it finally stopped.
She gasped for breath with as much as she could force her lungs to inflate. Now that it was still, her walls had a chance to adjust properly, and the stretch morphed from painful to endurable.
The reprieve was short lived, however. The beast hadn't paused to allow her to breathe. It had paused so it could prepare its second cock.
She was slid forward until only the tip of its first mass was inside her. The tapered tip of its second cock pressed against her ass, and she suddenly found the air to scream again.
"No! No! It won't fit! Please!"
She was already stretched farther than what she thought her body could take. Adding a second would…
The Deathclaw forced itself past the tight ring of muscle and into her bowels. A white hot flash of pain shot through her spine, her vision blurring again as tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. It couldn't get her as far down its shaft as last time, so it pushed and pulled her along like a toy. She choked back a sob of pain, sure that each thrust would truly break her. Somehow, it was able to bottom out inside her while she was still in one piece. She looked down between her legs and saw her pussy stretched so thin around its girth it was practically transparent. Her belly was distended around the shape of its twin cocks, the bulge terrifyingly large.
"F…fuck…"
The beast ground against her for a moment, settling comfortably into its new cock sleeve. Then, the fucking began in earnest. It wasn't as brutal as she assumed it would be, but it certainly wasn't slow. In addition to moving her, it thrust when it pulled her back, the wet slap of her pussy against its scaled belly sounding like gunshots through the street. The whole world seemed silent aside from the heavy grunts and growls of the Deathclaw using her.
The first few minutes hurt, but eventually her body adjusted, stretched, and accommodated.
And, oh…
The heads with all those nubs suddenly became gifts.
The texture of the bulb in her pussy hit everything. The nubs dragged against her spongy upper wall, massaging her g-spot in a way she had never experienced. Suddenly, screams for help became moans of unadulterated pleasure. Her whole world narrowed to that beautiful sensation of fullness and perfect pressure. The Deathclaw's hand adjusted, brushing against her nipples through the Vaultsuit, and her body jerked.
She should hate this. A monster, an animal was fucking her like a pocket pussy in the middle of the open street. She had no way of knowing if the raiders and the Minutemen had used this distraction to escape or if they were watching this degradation. Maybe they were getting hard at the sight.
The thought of it made her whole body buzz. Since leaving her cryopod, all she'd done was grasp for control. Maybe she could let go…just for a moment…just for this.
She let the world around her vanish. Let herself be moved, be fucked, be pleasured by this thing. Let the heat build inside her until the tight coil in her stomach overflowed into the rest of her.
Let it be good. Because GOD it was so good!
As her humiliation pushed her right to the edge of ecstasy, she realized the fullness she was feeling was no longer just solid. An impossible volume of liquid was being pumped against her cervix and into her bowls. Already stretched to her limit, the sticky white mix of their fluids gushed out of her holes and down her legs, spilling on the ground below. The sensation was like liquid velvet touching every part of her, and it was the final push she needed
She screamed one more time, her orgasm hitting her like a hurricane. The waves crashing through her were overstimulating, too much for her mind to process, and she spasmed bonelessly in the beast's claws as she lost herself.
When the Deathclaw was completely empty, it just let go of her, letting her let her slide off its cocks and back to the street. With one more satisfied grunt, the monster disappeared back into the sewer it had appeared from.
She lay against the hot asphalt where it left her, the sun-baked surface uncomfortable on her cheek. She paid the feeling no mind, though. Shuddering with aftershocks and an overload of adrenaline, she lay still, feeling the hot liquid gush out of her now gaping holes, creating a sticky puddle for her to lay in.
The street was quiet. The world was quiet. Nothing existed here except her body, the breeze, and the sun.
Maybe the wasteland wasn't all bad after all.