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Ryan could feel his throat burn with every breath as he made his way across the desolate nuclear wasteland that he called his home. Ever since his caravan had been ambushed by bandits he had been out in the harsh environment with the minimal rations he could grab before he ran, which ran out the second day of his journey. By the time a week had passed he had survived only on what little he could scavenge from the remains of the civilization that had once called the blasted landscape home. At the end of that week he had only the clothes on his back and a ten millimeter pistol with only one round of ammunition left that he saved for a very specific purpose.

Thankfully, as he crossed over the rocky ridge, he looked down into the valley below and saw the welcome site of an expansive settlement that seemed to have settled in an old amusement park. Despite his overwhelming joy at the prospect of avoiding death he still knew to approach it with caution; entering the wrong settlement could just as easily end in his demise instead of his salvation. By the time he reached the outskirts of the park night had already settled in, the sun disappearing behind a giant roller coaster that Ryan skulked behind. The coaster had a path that led into a giant jungle themed part of the park, and as he looked around the sandy-colored stone blocks he saw he wasn't alone.

Even without hearing them Ryan could tell that they were raiders from the way they dressed and stood, although they were slightly different in that they had colorful paint on their armor and dressed up in animal masks. A group of them were all gathered around what looked to be an old animal exhibit as two animals fought each other in the cage. At first Ryan contemplated backtracking to possibly find a safer entrance, but as his stomach growled and he tried to swallow against a dry throat, he thought better of it. Despite his weakened condition he successfully evaded the slightly drunken patrols until he found an entrance into the welcome center of one of the buildings and continued inward until he found another door that led down.

The sound of water could be heard in the darkness as Ryan slowly walked down the stairs into the basement. What he saw surprised him, instead of the storage basement he had expected it felt like he had walked into a laboratory. Like everything else in the world it had been trashed, probably by the bandits that called the area their home. His exploration led him further down into another sub-basement that had been partially flooded, his eyes widening at the soft glow that came from the other side of the large room.

Ryan sloshed into the water as he ran for the soda machine, the telltale rocketship bottles filled with liquid gleaming in the artificial light. The fact it was still running astonished the wastelander, but it wasn't enough to stop him as he put in the change he always kept on him and pulled a bottle out. He drank nearly half of it in one go as the ice-cold liquid soothed his throat, stopping only when he heard the sound of voices coming down the stairs he had just been on. He desperately looked around for some place to hide until his vision came to the semi-opaque cylinder of a large machine. As quickly and quietly as he could he moved his way through the knee-high water until he got to the platform the machine was on and stepped inside and hid in the crux of the tubular class while the voices grew louder.

"I don't know why the boss-man doesn't let us down here," one of the raiders slurred as he leaned on his companion while holding a brown bottle. "He turned off the machine and did his thing so it won't make any more gatorclaws."

"That sucked," the other bandit said after taking a pull from his own bottle. "We could have made all sorts of animals to fight for our amusement. The Pack could have had the bestest fights ever! Now it just sits here to rust like all the other junk."

"Hey... hey..." the first bandit said as he staggered up to only a few feet away from Ryan's hiding spot, who feared he had just been found until he looked around the corner and saw them at a nearby computer terminal hooked up to the machine. "Just because boss-man is good with these things doesn't mean we can't be good, all you gots to do is move that little block of light around. Look, I already got through that whole password thing he keeps yammering on about."

The second bandit just pushed the first one aside and looked down at the screen himself. "You idiot, it wasn't even password protected," he chided as he began to type. "I've actually done this before, you just have to follow the prompts. See, even get to select the animal to make."

"Oh, that one!" the first bandit shouted as he pointed at the screen. "I always wanted to see one of those fight."

"Alpha's gonna be so proud of us," the second bandit said as they continued to work on the computer, dread growing in Ryan as he looked around for a means of escape. While he wasn't sure what they were doing he knew messing with pre-war tech was never good, unfortunately the terminal they were at was next to the only way out. As the machine whirred to life he decided to take his chances against the distracted bandits, only to have the glass tube slide shut before he had a chance to make his move.

Ryan felt the hairs on his skin began to stand up straight as he stood up, feeling around for some way to open the tube he had been trapped in. On the other side of the semi-transparent glass he could see the bandits looking at him with a confused look on their faces and their heads tilted to the side. As soon as he pulled out his gun and pointed it back at the machine, though, it seemed to sober the two up and they began to work on the terminal once more. As he heard the sound of it charging up he believed it may be too late, especially when a thick green gas began to flood the chamber. The smell of chemicals and ozone permeated the air as a dynamo above him began to glow, electricity arced down it and hit Ryan, and each time it did it caused him to jump from the shock.

Just as the machine reached its highest pitch the glow suddenly and quickly faded and everything powered down with a loud grinding noise. The two bandits slowly moved over as Ryan leaned against the glass of the tube, feeling a pressure change as the gas was sucked out from the tube. His vision grew blurry and when the door to the chamber opened he found himself falling backwards onto the floor. The last thing he saw was the faces of the bandits standing over him before everything faded to black...

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When Ryan awoke again the first thing it was with a hiss as the shine of artificial light leaked into his hardly open eyes. It took him more than a few moments to get acclimated to it as he slowly got up from the concrete floor he laid on. Once he had regained his sight he realized he was in one of the still-intact animal enclosures and had a metal collar around his neck, which was attached to a nearby wall with a thick metal chain. The sound of other animals could be heard as he slowly stood up and looked around, jumping back slightly when he saw he was not the only human there.

"Well look who's finally up," the bandit said as he stroked the multihued braid that hung next to his face. "The way you was thrashing around I thought you'd lay there until you were just a pile of bones like the rest of em."

"Rest of them..." Ryan repeated as he looked down at the dry depression that used to be a pool, a gasp escaping his throat as he saw the large pile of bones that appeared to be both human and animal. "Did you... were they..."

"Relax wastelander," the other man said as he stood up and wrapped his hands around the metal bars that separated them. "They been dead since the bombs dropped, but if you don't cooperate... I won't be able to say that since you'd be joining 'em. Now, what's a little mouse like you doing wandering into a den of wolves like this one?"

Ryan swallowed hard and decided to tell him everything, from the ambush on his caravan all the way up to the accidental introduction to the giant machine. The last part caused the other male to laugh loudly, Ryan stopping as the raucous laughter continued on for a few minutes. "From the arms of one bandit group to another," he said once he finally settled down. "You have some kind of luck, but I couldn't say what kind."

"I suppose..." Ryan replied cautiously.

"My name is Jax," the bandit finally introduced. "I'm the Alpha of The Pack, one of the three major raider gangs that run this place. Since we're the ones that caught you that means you're our prize... but you wouldn't last long fighting in the ring. I'm sure we can find some other use for you. Until then you keep resting, one of those idiots who almost killed you should be down with your food soon."

Before Ryan could ask anything else Jax left the room, leaving the chained human alone once more. He could feel his chest begin to tighten as his brain finally had the chance to mull over his new predicament. While he was alive and about to be fed, he was once more in the hands of murdering raiders, something he had crossed an entire wasteland to escape in the first place. But he would escape again, this he was sure of as he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the hallway.

The bandit he recognized as one that he had met in the basement came towards him with a tray of food. As he stepped into the light Ryan was shocked to see scratches over most of his body, as well a bloody lip and two black eyes. "Whoa..." was all the wastelander could say as the bandit entered the cage to put the food in front of him. "Did they beat you... because of me?"

The bandit scowled as he looked down at him, eyes burning with a hatred that he had rarely seen before. "You... don't remember, do you?" he nearly spat. "You fucked us up after we woke you, took both of us to hold ya down. We was gonna to put a bullet in your skull and be done with it, but you passed out again, anyway."

Ryan's mouth hung open slightly as he saw the damage on the bandit's body in a new light. The scratches and bruising were extensive, and when he looked down at his own hands he noticed that other than the blood under his fingernails, he had very little battle damage on his own hands. Before he could ask about it he looked up to find the bandit had left, leaving him alone once again.

With the source of his confusion gone Ryan turned his attention to the food that was brought to him. His frown deepened when he saw that it was hardly cooked meat, most likely contaminated by radiation that hadn't been seeped out properly. It had always been difficult to get rid of radiation in food and he had always been careful to avoid it where he could. At this point, though, he was so hungry he would have eaten an entire brahmin.

The meat was both burnt and undercooked as he ate it, but as soon as that meat hit his stomach he ceased caring about the quality. Before he knew it the food was gone and he was left wanting more as he laid back in his cell. As he let himself digest his entire body began to tingle with a strange warmth he had never experienced before. Though he attempted to avoid it whenever possible he was no stranger to radiation poisoning, but the onset was never this quick and there didn't seem to be any pain associated with it. He grunted as he stood up and shouted for them to bring him more food.

When Ryan tried to move forward he was stopped roughly once more by the chain and he looked down at it with anger. The notion of being confined was suddenly an abhorrent concept to him and he found a growl escaping his lips as he pulled on it. There was no way he would be able to break it, but he found himself wrapping the chain around his arm to brace himself. In the back of his mind he wondered why he was even doing this as he grunted and pulled. As expected it ceased to move, but after his third attempt he heard the strain of metal against concrete, and with the fourth he leaned back with all of his might.

The sound of concrete breaking echoed throughout the room as he busted the anchor to his chain free, falling to the ground as it clattered to the floor. Ryan looked at the hole in the wall in surprise and awe, but his revelry was short-lived as he heard shouting. Before he could even think of a plan he was up and running, pushing the broken door open and sprinting down the hallway. He didn't know where he was going as he ran outside, and as he tilted his head back to sniff the air he found new instincts pushing him harder with every second, blackness seeping into the sclera of his eyes as he suddenly turned and ran once more.

The stars of the night sky shined down on him as he left the jungle zone and made a dash straight towards a building with a silo in the shape of a giant soda bottle. He could feel his muscles straining from the exertion but he wouldn't stop until he reached his destination, which he didn't even know what it was. When he did finally stop it was in front of a glowing, blue river that ran through the building, which Ryan could smell from there as a special kind of cola that he generally shied away from.

Though his brain knew not to get close to the substance, he shocked himself when he jumped into the river itself and stuck his mouth into the water. All his senses grew hazy as he felt the cold, surprisingly fizzy liquid flood his throat. In the background he could hear noises but he didn't care, all his attention was suddenly focused on the sweet liquid he was immersed in. After a few seconds he felt a hand on his shoulder and his body twisted around, grabbing the arm it belonged to and flipping the bandit over his head. A loud splash could be heard and Ryan began to drink once again until suddenly a torrent of electricity flooded his body, and though his mind immediately fell to darkness, he could tell before he completely lost consciousness that his body was still standing...

When Ryan awoke once again he found himself surrounded by darkness, though strangely he could see just as well as if he had a light on as he quickly sat up. The first thing he noticed was that he was back in the basement of the welcome center, and that they had stuck him behind a security fence that contained a power core. The second thing was that there was a guard posted a few feet away from him, which he recognized as the second bandit from when he was there the first time.

"He is weak..." the deep voice caused Ryan to jump almost straight up, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Who... who's there?" Ryan whispered, trying not to draw the attention of the guard. "Where are you?"

"...inside." the voice replied, Ryan's confusion growing as it seemed to come from everywhere. "A part of you. A deathclaw."

"What?" Ryan asked as his brain struggled to comprehend what was being said.

"Look at yourself."

Though Ryan had many questions for the cryptic voice that seemed to come from his own skull, he looked down at his body and gasped in terror at what he saw. His normally slim frame, which was small but lean from his life in the wasteland, somehow had at least twenty pounds of muscle added to it that gave him a physique that was just a step below a super mutant with glowing blue veins running through it. What had caused his eyes to widen and his jaw to drop, though, were his hands and feet; his neon blue, claw-tipped fingers at least three times their usual size and connected to equally large paws with thick scales that ran up to his elbows while his feet were positively bestial, with three large but flexible toes that wiggled on his command.

"What the hell?!" Ryan shouted as he brought his mutated hands up to his head, where he yelped in surprise when he felt a pair of short horns growing out from his scalp. "What... what's happening to me?"

It was the bandit that spoke that time, his head turning to see his guard moving towards him. "You're lucky to be alive, that's what's happening to ya," he said as he moved close. "You ripped the throats outta two Operators before they finally got you down after you drank a gallon of that glowing cola shit from the bottling plant. Once they saw your changed they was gonna take ya apart piece by piece to try and figure you out, but Alpha Jax came in and called dibs. They're at the plant deciding your fate now, but we'll have to wait until after the rad storm to find anything out."

A tremor ran through Ryan's body as he assimilated that information, thinking in his mind that even if Jax somehow claimed control of him, it wasn't going to make his situation any better. "Take control of him," the voice in his head growled. "Dominate him, make him let you go."

"Dominate him?" Ryan repeated.

"What?" the bandit asked, his hand drifting down towards his gun.

"I can smell the submission on him," the voice explained. "It is just like with deathclaw, the powerful rule the weak. You are human, he is human, but you are now also deathclaw."

Ryan's mind spun as he attempted to comprehend what he was being told. Not only did he have a voice in his head, apparently it was the voice of a deathclaw. As his gaze went past the confused bandit he noticed the machine behind him, the one that caused all this, and realized the old world tech likely did this to him. While he had never heard of anything turning someone into a deathclaw, much less being possessed by one, it wouldn't be the first time something strange like this happened as he looked back down at his enhanced form.

"Look," the bandit suddenly said as Ryan looked up from his contemplation. "I'm not even supposed to be talking to ya, just wait there and don't do anything... weird until Jax and the boss-man get back."

"You will lose your chance," the deathclaw in his head growled. "let me control your body, I will do it. You stay here you die, you give in, you live."

For being a deathclaw Ryan couldn't help but agree with the reasoning, though he was still somewhat hesitant to give up his body. That small moment of acceptance, though, seemed to be more than the deathclaw needed as the human suddenly felt himself lose complete control of his movements. Even though the deathclaw was manipulating him now he could still feel everything, including the feral grin on his face as his body leapt forward with inhuman speed and latched onto the fence.

"Hello there," the deathclaw spoke with Ryan's voice, the human psyche suddenly fearful when he saw the bandit reach for his pistol. "No need for that, I just want to talk." Though Ryan couldn't see it, the bright blue veins in his iris crept over the rest of his eye as the white turned to black once again. "Is the reason you're down here guarding me because I beat you in this very spot?"

Both Ryan and the bandit were surprised at the sudden bravado in his voice as the deathclaw reached a clawed finger out towards the surprised human. "You just caught me by surprise is all," the bandit admitted. "We was about to knock you out if Jax hadn't come in and saw what was happening."

"Yes... Jax, your... alpha," the deathclaw sneered. "He's the one who says the strong rules over the weak. Since I'm stronger than you, then it would only make sense that I rule over you, too."

While Ryan saw the logic in the deathclaw's argument he was sure that the bandit wouldn't take the bait, but to his surprise he saw the human slowly lower his gun as the deathclaw continued to speak through his mouth. The bandit's eyes grew glassy and unfocused as the deathclaw beckoned him forward, continuing to tell him that his weak body should serve his strong one. Ryan wondered if this was how wild deathclaws established their hierarchy as the bandit was instructed to kneel, the raider splashing into nearly waist high water in front of Ryan's possessed body.

"Worship me," the deathclaw ordered as he held out one of Ryan's huge, clawed feet. The human's psyche was stunned as the bandit opened the door to the cage and waded through the water until his face was pressed against the scaly pad of his mutated feet. Ryan was amazed at the amount of control the deathclaw possessed, though as he continued to listen to it he admitted to himself that there was definitely a measure of power to his words. With the creature in control his entire being oozed pure confidence and Ryan could see how it would have an effect on someone, imagining himself in the raider's position as his tongue licked over the thick digit as the monster's to foot wiggled and pressed against him.

The pleasurable effect was not lost on the deathclaw, either, as he took his dexterous leg and pulled away from the bandit, only to wrap it around his head and pull him forward. "Now that your mouth is all warmed up..." the deathclaw growled as Ryan realized for the first time that they had tented their pants with a cock far larger than he remembered. "Suck."

"Is this... really what deathclaws do?" Ryan asked mentally as the bandit undid his pants and ran his hands down their washboard abs outlined with glowing blue.

"It's usually more fighting," the deathclaw admitted with a smirk. "But I would break this poor human in half, and he is far more useful alive." Ryan was about to ask more when he felt a warm, wet sensation on his sensitive member and looked down at his cock for the first time. It had grown to at least eight inches and the flesh was as dark as the scales on his hands and feet, several inches disappearing into the bandit's mouth as the deathclaw used his foot paw to spur him deeper. It was clear this was not the first time their captive had been between the knees of another male, especially as Ryan felt a hand cup the expanded orbs underneath, which caused him to moan.

It didn't take long as the skilled tongue and mouth of the bandit brought their body to climax, the deathclaw huffing and snarling as he came for the first time. When he finished dumping his load down the human's throat the deathclaw took his foot and once more pushed it against his face, pushing the bandit back into the water. As the deathclaw came down from his climax Ryan felt himself regain control once more and zipped up his pants before exiting the open cage. As he ran up the stairs he could hear the bandit that just blew him emerge from the water, but the deathclaw reassured he would not tell anyone of their encounter out of respect and fear as they carefully snuck outside into the amusement park proper.

Freedom... it took nearly an hour to get outside the gates of the park, and even though Ryan hadn't made it there himself, the fact that he was outside once again was invigorating. The stale wind of the wasteland grew with intensity against his body as he climbed the ridge from where he had come while the amusement park grew smaller in the distance. Scaling the rocky slope was easy thanks to his mutated body, his muscles bulging with every step as his huge feet and hands gripped the ground to quicken his ascent. Once he was on top of the ridge he could see the green glow of the radiation storm the bandit had warned him about as his eyes scanned for potential shelter.

It didn't take long for him to find a tunnel built into one of the larger mountains, no doubt a way for park personnel or customers to shorten their commute to the park. As he tried to move down; however, he found his legs stuck in place as though he was waist deep in cement. "What the..." he said out loud as he continued to struggle. "What are you doing?!"

"We stay," the deep, growling voice in his head replied.

"Are you kidding?!" Ryan shouted as he tried to flail his arms forward only to have them suddenly go limp and fall to his sides. "We have to get out of here before that radstorm hits! If we stay out here we're going to get fried!"

"Not fried..." the voice replied resolutely. "Evolve. No more weak human, just deathclaw."

Ryan felt his heart miss several beats as the deathclaw that possessed him continued to hold his limbs hostage as the wind continued to increase. Already he could feel the tingle of the radiation on his body, but instead of the burning sensation that usually accompanied it his skin actually felt like it was thickening. He still had enough control of his head to look down and see his skin beginning to take on the texture of deathclaw flesh, his glowing blue veins integrating with it and making them more pronounced as the storm fully stepped over him.

BOOM... a crack of irradiated lightning split the sky and Ryan let out a gasp as his entire body swelled with new growth. The already ill-fitting shirt and pants he had on strained as new muscle grew over him and his bones grew denser. His breath caught in his throat as the deathclaw in his head growled in approval, holding Ryan's hands out as though to welcome more.

BOOM... a second rumble of thunder and bolt of green-hued lightning washed over him and he grunted as his clothes exploded off his body. As his spine cracked with new growth and his tail lengthened behind him Ryan felt himself drool from pleasure. He couldn't believe how aroused the deathclaw was getting from this... or was it him? BOOM... Ryan let out a cry as his neck bloated and his skull began to expand, his human face enveloped by the growing muzzle as sharp teeth grew out of his growing jaw.

"Yes..." the word hissed out of his mouth was not caused by Ryan as the storm picked up in intensity, another bolt of lightning adding more to his already large slabs of muscle. "More... MORE..." Ryan tried to wrestle control back from the deathclaw as one of his huge hands wrapped around his cock, which was fully erect and the size of his old human forearm with sensitive black flesh and glowing blue veins, but with the added intelligence he found his own personality completely overwhelmed by its mere presence.

This wasn't any ordinary deathclaw, Ryan realized as another lightning strike caused his glowing blue horns to grow even larger...

This was an ALPHA deathclaw...

His alpha...

Ryan tried to shake the last thought from his mind but it rang in his psyche like a bell as the alpha let out a roar, its jaw cracking as his muzzle continued to stretch out until it finally had the form of a proper deathclaw. The human inside moaned loudly as his nearly transformed body stretched again, his height now rivaling that of any human as he found himself lying down on the rocks. Ryan was unsure what the deathclaw had in mind until he saw those huge, scaly feet of his arch back with inhuman flexibility and take the place of his hands on the sensitive flesh of his member.

If he could the human would have shouted in pure pleasure as clawed hands ran over his ten-pack abs and mountainous pectorals that caused his body to writhe...

By the time the radiation storm was over and the clouds dissolved into blue skies once more the alpha deathclaw hybrid's hips pushed up in the air as he came, glowing blue cum splattering over his chest and feet as his hand claws dug furrows into the stone. The beast's breath came in heavy snorts as he slowly stood back up on his feet and looked down at his new body with glowing blue and black eyes. Inside his mind he could still hear the human, an almost feral smile appearing on the hybrid's lips as he stood up straight and stretched his impressive musculature underneath his deep black and glowing blue flesh. One of his thick fingers reached down and scooped up a bit of his own glowing cum and looked at it, then down at the amusement park. All those humans... ripe for the taking just like the one that continued to demand control back, control he wasn't willing to give up any time soon.

A powerful mental roar caused the second consciousness inside him to quiet down, and once he had subjugated the human again, his thoughts turned to the bandits known as the Pack, or more specifically the one who called himself Jax. His new massive legs bent low before he leapt high into the air, jumping towards the park and breaking into a run as soon as he hit the ground. He knew the scent of the alpha and he could feel his turgid cock throb in anticipation for when he sank his claws into him.

Control over one deathclaw body was great, control over an entire amusement park of deathclaws will be even better...