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In the Mojave wasteland, something's always happening. Someone is getting killed, getting high, or more importantly, getting laid. Never one of the common crowds, Ash was an adventurous girl to be sure, but growing up in a vault is far different from growing up in the wastes. She had never had a boyfriend, despite her looks. Dusty blond hair, carefully wrapped into a bun behind her head, luscious curved body, and a face any young woman would be proud of.

"Today's the day," she said to her new friend, who the overseer had let into the vault, only because it would be leaving with her in a day or two. The dog barked happily wagging his bushy tail. "I'm finally going to see the world outside these steal and cement walls. You'd better protect me out there."

Stepping out of her bedroom, she saw her mother sitting in her favorite chair and looking through an old looking book with a picture pasted to the front cover. The picture looked like a slightly older version of Ash, and despite years of asking, her mother had never shared any details of the book, except for the picture on the front.

"Ashley," her mother said with a smile. "I've known, all these years, that you would run out into the wastes. You don't know much about my past, and with good reason. It's a savage place, but not all around bad. Take this with you. It will serve you well." Then she held the book to Ash, who took it without a second thought.

She didn't know what to say, at least not to her mother, so she looked down at her dog and said, "Let's go, Romulus."

As adventurous as she was, she had liked what a few of her textbooks had said about the roman legend of Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome; twin brothers, raised by a wolf, and had named her dog accordingly.

Her friends said their goodbyes as she walked past them on her way out, and her teacher, Mr. Larson, nodded his approval. He had never failed to mention how much he hated the vault, or to point out just how much he needed it, because of his heart. One person stopped her by the vault door. A guy she had known most of her life. He was her age, only younger by three days, and was actually pretty good looking, except for that chipped tooth from one of his prior fights with Ash. "Because this is probably the last time I'll get the chance to do this," he said, and kissed her.

Shock only overwhelmed her for an instant before she punched him in the gut, smiling as he backed away. "That's... about what I expected from you," he said coughing a little.

"Derek, just because you're the overseer's son; don't think for a moment that I won't break another of your teeth," Ash yelled, still holding her smile. Letting it fade away, she looked at the floor and said shyly. "You could still come with me, you know."

"Nah," he said shrugging. "The other guys around here would forget to breathe if I wasn't here to remind them."

Ash laughed a moment scratching her arm. Then she did something that got a real rise out of the overseer as he entered the room. She pulled on the collar of Derek's vault suit and kissed him, quickly. "Try not to celebrate too hard after I'm gone, alright? I don't want to miss all the fun."

Then she walked, grabbing the 9mm handgun and sack of food and ammo by the vault door, before watching it open, wincing at the light while her eyes adjusted. Taking one last chance to glance back, she looked at every face and grinned. Then she turned and charged out into the wasteland.

Out in the wastes, an interesting change was taking place. A deathclaw who found himself without a pack had traveled for months, living on his baser instincts. He found an area, finally, that held little more than radiation, and water. Not far away however, he could smell food.

Weeks passed, he hunted, and drank the heavily irradiated water. Slowly, his body mutated, surprising him, when he had a few more complex thoughts than food and how to catch it. He started pondering things he had never paid a second thought to, before now. His muscle mass and brain size had increased greatly, while his sand brown scales took on rocky grey appearance.

Lying in the sand between two of the rocks of his little home in the wastes, his mind wandered as he experimented with its newly heightened intelligence. Then a sound echoed around his head, across the rocks, and drew his attention. Pop... pop... pop. A strange sound.

His curiosity piqued, he pushed himself to his feet, looking between the rocks that allowed him to. Across one of the gaps, he saw a small, fragile looking creature, holding something he recognized. Knowing that what she was holding could easily hurt him from a distance, but curious all the same, he started sneaking between the rocks, hardly making a sound as he closed in on his query.

Ash loved every minute of adventure, not even minding the dirt that coated her new clothes. With Romulus at her side, she couldn't have been happier these last few weeks. As she worked for some of the local people, earning bottle caps, she traded in her old 9mm handgun for a bigger weapon. Holding her rifle across her lap, she sat against a boulder, opening a bottle of water, and pulling out a metal dish for her companion, she took a large drink, pouring the other two thirds of the bottle into the dish for Romulus.

"Good hunting today, boy," she said, setting the dish in the sand. "Two mole rats and a fire gecko. I think we have enough food for a while and we have some leather to sell. All in all, a great day." A few rocks fell to the sand behind her, causing her to jump up and spin, the rifle already pressed to her shoulder, by the time she was standing. Romulus was standing ready to attack at the first sign of trouble, but none came, so he began drinking his water again, until his tongue only touched metal.

Ash picked up the metal dish slowly, still ready to open fire on any threat. As she put it back in her bag, a low guttural groan came from behind one of the rocks. Far too low to be any of the small creatures she was used to hunting. In the next instant she had turned tail and ran, straight to the three small animals she and he companion had killed. "Small" being relative when you think of how large some of the wasteland creatures were. She had heard of deathclaws, creatures upwards of seven feet tall with claws capable of cutting through bone. She had also heard of super mutants, large humanoids, some even trained in prewar combat.

Throwing her rifle over her shoulder, she grabbed one of the mole rats and that fire gecko. Romulus took the hint and started dragging the other mole rat towards town. Being the middle of the day and with no way for anything following them to hide, Ash figured they were safe. Once they reached town, she calmed down and set up the fire gecko for skinning.

The deathclaw was intrigued by this small, delicate creature, that smelled only faintly of dirt and sand. It was gone now, but the scent of something from that creature clung on the air. Unable to match it to what memories he had, he decided it was best to move back to his home in the rocks.

A month came and went, before the deathclaw encountered that creature again, this time in a dried up lake bed. The moment she saw him, she lifted that thing up against him. He stood, staring back at her, even though his brain registered the threat. Another creature he knew to be quite harmless against him, even though it growled its threats at him, stood beside the creature holding its weapon towards him.

Curiosity battled against the fear in knowing it could kill him, so he settled on lying in the sand where he was. All of his old territorial instincts were lost on him. He felt them but failed to see a point in carrying out those violent actions.

Then he smelled it. The pheromones of another deathclaw guarding its territory. Instantly, he was on his feet, turning into the breeze and saw it charging him. It met him with its claws dragging across his chest, before he swung out himself, connecting with the other deathclaw's face.

Of course the smaller creature, being a threat unto its own, attacked for itself, hitting the sand brown deathclaw. It flew into a rage, attempting a charge at the two smaller creatures. It got one step out before the stone grey deathclaw stood in between it and its prey.

Ash chambered another round, panic causing adrenaline to flood her veins. Two deathclaws, fighting in front of her, no matter which one won out, she was going to be on the dinner table if she didn't do something. There was no way she would be able to outrun either of them. Of the two of them, the grey one was larger. Just by looks, she'd say almost a hundred pounds heavier, but didn't seem interested in a meal at the moment. So the decision was made. Shoot the tan one.

After three well-timed shots, and countless brutal hits from the grey deathclaw, the tan deathclaw bolted from the fight. Then Ash aimed at the grey deathclaw again and was only more terrified when it turned to her, simply to take a step back in what seemed like a rough attempt to fight off weakness, before it collapsed into the sand, blood running from multiple wounds on its arms, chest, and face.

When she looked at the ground around where the fight had taken place, the sheer amount of blood from the two wasteland gladiators was staggering.

Something told her to help the creature that was bleeding out, despite what everyone said. Something from the fight...

Then it hit her. After her first shot, the grey deathclaw had stepped between her and the sand colored one, even though it would have been easier to just strike out again. It had protected her. "Romulus," Ash whispered in his ear. "Go find some food." The canine looked up at her, his tail almost touching the ground. The look he gave her was a knowing one, and almost warning her to be cautious. "Go," she ordered calmly, and watched as the dog left.

She turned around with a sigh, pulling out a few of her stimpacks. Pressing the syringes directly into the wounds before applying the drugs caused the deathclaw to roar, even while unconscious. After that, it was sit and watch, as the wounds healed. The time it took for the deathclaw's wounds to heal utterly shocked Ash. Anything similar to that on a human would take days, even with stimpacks, but this deathclaw was healing visibly in a matter of hours.

Regaining consciousness, one of the first sights that greeted the deathclaw was the small fire burning near him, then the darkened sky behind it. One last surprise greeted his gaze as he sat up. The small creature that fascinated him, and tantalized his every waking thought, was sitting beside the fire and watching him.

When his stomach growled, she looked at him with a look that made him freeze. Is she planning on killing me? What if she's terrified I will attack her? And the questions kept coming to his mind, until one in particular struck him. _ What if she can give me a pack once more?_ And all the while this creature watched with caution in her gaze.

The creature that had been by her side ran past the fire, dropping an object into her hand. She held it to her face and looked at it, before her face twisted up, curiously. Then she pulled on part of the container, causing it to open, which thoroughly intrigued the deathclaw. Then an acrid smell wafted past his nose, sending him reeling back, causing the other creatures to assume an aggressive stance for a few moments while he tried burying his nose in the sand.

Ash looked at the deathclaw, rolling its nose in the sand, then to her newly opened can of two hundred year old cram. It did smell terrible. She decided against eating it and offered it to Romulus, who immediately backed away, shaking his from side to side against the smell. It was at that point where Ash threw it into the fire, causing a sweet, greasy, cooking meat scent to fill the air.

Romulus and the deathclaw began sniffing the air greedily. Pulling out a few other bits of food from her pack, Ash watched with a smile as the deathclaw watched the fire, with drool dripping from its maw. It didn't seem like any kind of threat at this point. Sure it was almost eight feet tall and probably weighed over three hundred pounds, without body fat, but it seemed more intelligent than the one that had attacked earlier, which is odd, all things considered. More than that, it seemed to have an interest in keeping her alive, which seemed out of place in a creature said to be incomparably vicious.

Somewhere in the scents swirling around the deathclaw was the one that told him not to harm this small creature. It made him curious about her, and even protective of her. It made a small sound next to him, breathing out. Then it used its mouth in a series of motions to make a complex variety of other sounds that seemed to get a reaction out of the other creature, covered in fur.

It was a small surprise when the small creature looked up at him and a questioning expression stretched across her face. Then it shook its head, looking back to the fire. His stomach growled again, prompting him to look at the fire, the meat still around it. The scent coming from the meat made his mouth water.

The small creature reached in with a tool similar to his claws and threw the first piece of meat to him, his scales blocking most of the heat from it. The second one went onto some sort of thin, flat stone and was place by the furry creature. The small, fleshy creature grabbed the third piece of meat for herself.

Biting into it, the deathclaw felt the heat against his tongue, burning it, and roared in pain leaning his head forward. The other creatures were standing and ready to attack when he looked up. The fleshy one put her weapon to the side as she realized what had actually happened.

It took only that one experience with cooked food for the deathclaw to learn to give it time. After they had all had their fill of food, sleep overtook the two small creatures. The furry one twitched as he slept, and the fleshy one made light groaning sounds, both of which intrigued the deathclaw even further.

After a short amount of time, the desert's cold began to permeate even the deathclaw's scales, so when he saw the fleshy creature shiver he knew what it meant. He gently moved closer, putting an arm gently across her body, to shield her from some of the cold winds and share the warmth his own body held. Then, he too, drifted into sleep.

Ash woke the next morning, surprisingly warm. It wasn't until she tried to move her arm to stretch that she realized why. A scale covered arm, rippling with bulk muscle, and connected to a hand that had razors for claws covered her body. At first she was confused, and then a light level of fear passed over her, which was followed by a calm understanding.

A deep, bellowing groan made the hair on the back of her neck rise, reminding her exactly how massive the creature behind her was. A whimper escaped her lips, waking the large creature as it slowly moved away. It stood at its height of almost eight feet. When it yawned, there was a sound like gravel getting crushed that vibrated her ribs.

"Thank you," she said, seeing the thing standing there. "It does get cold in the desert at night."

When the deathclaw turned and looked back at her, she could only see it cock its head to one side, his eyes roving over her. It was hard to tell what his thoughts might be, because his expression didn't change much. Only his eyes moved at all.

Picking up her rifle, she threw the strap over her shoulder and started kicking sand over last night's fire. The deathclaw suddenly turned, sniffing the air. In an instant it took off at a full run. "Should we wait for it to return?" Ash asked Romulus. The dog stood up, stretched, walked in a few circles and lay back down. "I'll take that as a yes."

In a short while, the deathclaw returned with a molerat behind it. Yet another sign that it wasn't violent toward her. Just about anything else, however, was fair game. Pulling a box of cereal from her pack, Ash shook her head, smiling. It meant well, but without any wood for another fire, she wouldn't touch the meal the deathclaw offered.

The small fleshy creature started eating something strange from a container of some sort, which only surprised the deathclaw for a moment before he noticed what was different from the night before. There was no fire. So he busied himself, sating his own hunger. When the furry creature loped over and sniffed at the food, it looked to him for approval. A light grunt came from the deathclaw's throat and the creature buried his head in the meat, tearing bits off with his mouth.

That scent still clung to the fleshy creature, and the deathclaw still couldn't place it. Nagging at the back of his mind, just outside of conscious reach, he found himself drawn into it. He could never bring himself to kill this creature like he could with most others. It had to be that scent.

Another scent permeated the air, quickly, masking the scent from the fleshy creature instantly. A sharp pain erupted across his arm as several more fleshy creatures charged at them, using their weapons from an impossible distance to the deathclaw's mind.

The creature he felt the need to protect picked up hers and an instant later, with a flash of light and a painfully loud sound, attacked back. Deciding the fight was a danger to her, the deathclaw sprang into action, charging at the group that had since frozen in their steps.

They smelled of toxins and attacked erratically, barely aiming their strikes as the deathclaw sprinted toward them. Dragging his claws through the flesh of two of them, the final one collapsed, screaming. The new intelligence the deathclaw held sent a powerful image of torture through his mind, and he realized he wanted it.

Grabbing his prey around the neck, minding his claws and avoiding injuring her just yet, he threw her toward the fleshy creature that intrigued him; the one who would ultimately decide this putrescent creature's fate.

Ash saw the fiend land at her feet, shaking in terror, gripping her arms, and clawing at her own flesh. After the show her new deathclaw companion had made, why had he not finished of this fiend? No one liked the fiends, but even a deathclaw?

When it got back to the campsite, it just stared at her. The fiend on the ground seemed to be the farthest thing from his mind, unless he was waiting for Ash to decide.

"What is your name?" Ash asked, purposely edging her voice with danger.

The shaking fiend just looked up at the deathclaw before she moved her hands to the sides of her head. Ash took the belt from her waist, grabbing the fiend's wrists. The woman fought back for all of three seconds before the deathclaw moved his face down to level with hers, growling through his teeth. Ash smiled and nodded her thanks, finishing her improvised restraint job.

"What is your name?" Ash asked again, sharply enunciating each word.

"C-Camrine!" the woman yelled, meeting the deathclaw's eyes.

"Well, Carmine," Ash said smiling lightly. "If you can't tell by now, this deathclaw has a defensive streak for me. So unless you want me to turn you over to him, for whatever he wants to dish out to you, I suggest you answer my questions, correctly."

The fiend nodded rapidly. "Alright," Ash said, acting sincere and cheery. "First, what drugs are you addicted to?"

"Turbo and psycho!" Carmine exclaimed. "For the last ten years, the fiends have been my family, helping me get my fix!"

"Fine," Ash continued. "How would you feel about me dropping you off with the Legion?"

Carmine's eyes shot open as wide as humanly possible, "No!" she yelled. "Please, not the Legion! I'll do..." Ash was smiling broadly as the fiend locked eyes with the deathclaw again, freezing mid-sentence. "You cruel bitch," Carmine sighed, shaking. "You wouldn't give me over to the Legion."

"I would," Ash said, stepping behind the fiend. "But I believe someone who falls to temptation should pay for it at the time they're finally caught."

Grabbing the belt, Ash forced Carmine to stand. "What do you plan to do?" Carmine demanded hotly.

"Well," Ash relied thoughtfully. "How does being forced to walk with us sound for the moment?"

Carmine laughed and yelled, "If that's all you've got, psycho bitch, then I'm all in!"

Much to the deathclaw's surprise, the creature he had fondly started thinking of as his alpha just walked behind the putrid smelling creature. However, after several hours in the desert heat, everyone was feeling its effects, and this new creature started panting, stumbling, and then her legs finally gave out.

The deathclaw's alpha pulled out a few small containers, opening one. Instantly, he smelled water, and strode forward. She set one on the ground, and he picked it up, maneuvering his claws around the outside of it. Pouring it into his mouth, directly; the water sated his thirst, quickly. Then his alpha prepared water for her furry companion before taking the last container for herself. When all of them had taken a drink, they rested, catching their breath before continuing onward.

When sunset fell on them, the deathclaw noticed, all too clearly, what his alpha's plan was. This putrid smelling creature was exhausted, undoubtedly hungry and dehydrated, but something else was happening. She appeared to be ill.

"Please," Carmine said, barely able to speak. "Please stop. Psycho, turbo, maybe just a fixer, just give me something, anything.

"Not until we reach our destination," Ash said, knowing all too well how cruel she was being.

"Please, I'd do anything for a fix right now!" the woman screamed.

"How old are you?" Ash asked placidly.

"Twenty-six, but what does that matter?!" Carmine yelled.

Ash sat quietly, thinking. She had a small supply of fixer, just in case she ran into a situation something like this, but she wanted Carmine to earn it.

It clicked. The scent that had been permeating the air, even with this putrid creature masking it, still lingered enough to identify. A female deathclaw in heat. Just thinking about it made him shudder, as a pulse of pleasure ran down his spine. Then he felt something else; his phallus trying to slide free from its sheath, hidden under his scales.

The putrid smelling creature had been steadily getting easier to be around; as whatever poisons filled her veins were flushed out. His alpha looked over to him, only for her eyes to widen.

Immediately upon looking over at the deathclaw, Ash saw his dick starting to show itself. "Anything..." she said, a small grin arching across her face. "I think we can find a way for you to earn your fix."

Carmine turned shakily, and upon seeing the deathclaw behind her froze. Ash saw the fiend's face and knelt beside her. "You're out of your damn mind!" Carmine said, her voice shaking in fear.

"Am I?" Ash asked humorously, pressing her index finger to her chin.

Standing up and taking a few steps toward the deathclaw, she smelled something musky. It was thick in the air and made her body feel hotter than the air of the Mojave wasteland. Her mind felt like it was melting in her head, while she stopped to sniff at the air.

She heard footsteps behind her; unsteady, weary, footsteps. Opening her eyes and looking over her shoulder, she immediately noticed the fiend they had in tow, struggling through withdrawals and dehydration to get away.

Ash walked over to the woman and grabbed the belt tied around her wrists, forcing her to the ground. "You want fixer; I want you to earn it."

"Bitch," Carmine grunted, the withdrawals clearly taking their toll. Ash knew that withdrawals were unpleasant beyond imagining because the human body develops a physiological need for the drugs. Carmine had to be in excruciating agony the likes of which few could understand. She even seemed to be considering the option set in front of her. "Ah, the hell with it! I need a fix. Just get it over with quickly, okay?"

"I make no promises," Ash sighed.

The deathclaw was trying to restrain himself, though he didn't quite understand why. His alpha walked over from the putrid smelling creature, grabbing his hand and leading over to her. To his surprise, she was shaking but not from fear alone. Though she did smell faintly of fear, her body seemed to be rebelling against the absence of whatever poisons had been there.

In moments the smell of heat pheromones pushed him past his body's limit and his phallus started sliding from its sheath, despite his desire for control. His alpha began stripping the putrid smelling creature slowly, and for some reason, his body only grew more aroused; maybe because the smell of poisons was slowly disappearing from her.

Leaning forward toward his alpha, he tried his best to restrain himself. Just by her actions, he knew what she wanted, and he would oblige her, when his mind was under his control again.

Ash saw the deathclaw leaning in front of her, its breath coming in ragged huffs. Carmine shook from withdrawals, and somehow Ash knew, the deathclaw would willingly fuck the woman brainless. A moment later, the large, heavily muscled creature moved towards the fiend. The naked woman squirmed under the grey scales, unintentionally rubbing against the deathclaw's penis, which Ash caught herself admiring, and examining.

Holding firm at somewhere around sixteen inches, with one visible blue vein under the pink flesh, the entire thing was enticing Ash to do something. The scent radiating from it didn't help any. It smelled like nothing she had ever encountered, but made her body hotter than she thought she could withstand. When the deathclaw pushed forward into Carmine, Ash watched as a cry was choked off in the woman's throat. As he pulled out and pressed in again, he went a little deeper, reaching about four inches.

A tear managed to get squeezed from Carmine as the pain overwhelmed her. Ash simply watched, not noticing just how aroused she had become herself, until she felt moisture on her fingertips. Looking down, she realized she had started rubbing her nether regions. When she looked up again, the deathclaw thrust about eight inches in before hitting something that made Carmine bite her lip, making it bleed.

"Ah, it made it that deep?" Ash asked, still rubbing herself. "Well let's just hope, for your sake, that your cervix holds up."

The deathclaw thrust in, feeling a barrier between the last half of his phallus, and the putrid smelling creature under him. He pulled out until just his tip was still inside, and then thrust a little harder. Only a small movement from the barrier before it moved back. Pulling back, one last time, he slammed his hips forward; feeling the barrier give way and allowing all but the last inch of his phallus enter her, while a shrill shrieking erupted from the form below him.

Paying it no mind, he thrust forward again as the creature went silent again. The warmth, the tightness, and the mounting pleasure, all gelled together in his mind, until he felt it nearing. His thrusts becoming irregular as the pressure built behind his attempt to keep going.

Ash watched as Carmines cervix gave way under the deathclaw's relentless pounding, all the while getting wetter, and trying harder to reach an orgasm. A small bit of blood made its way past the dick inserted in Carmines cunt, dripping to the ground. Then something else stood out. The deathclaw started thrusting erratically, barely keeping control.

Ash slammed three finders into herself, knowing what Carmine was about to experience. Almost a minute passed before it happened.

Feeling the pressure release, the Deathclaw forced as far forward as he could, not even noticing as he hilted himself inside the creature. Then it felt like a torrent had enveloped his phallus. The pleasure flooding his brain was indescribable as it all happened, and the next thing he knew he was laying in the sand with the creature held to his chest, under his arm.

Ash came as she saw the deathclaw hilt himself before he roared to the sky. It took a couple seconds before Carmine screamed again, he belly distending toward the ground. Deathclaw cum flooded out as the back-pressure forced it around the deathclaw's dick. Within the next half-hour, the deathclaw fell to his side, unconscious, holding onto the, also unconscious, Carmine, with his dick still buried inside her.

Ash came down from her peak, breathing hard, and reaching for her pack. Removing the fixer she carried with her from the bag and placing it in front of Carmine, she decided the fiend had earned it about five times over. Looking around for Romulous, and noticing he wasn't there, she shrugged as she got an idea. "Good job, Remus." She whispered to the deathclaw.

Then she grabbed enough food for all four of them, including some raw meat for Romulus and Remus, setting it aside for breakfast.