I obviously don't own Fallout and this is simply just a perverted journey with plot that I thought about and unfortunately was unable to find anything close to it. So I took manners in my own hands. Enjoy. - storybook321


The Mojave morning was shadowy and cool. A monthly hunt like this was amazing, but only when you were alone. Your three other brothers, James, William, and David were nothing but withdrawing chem heads and smug cunts. Pops had never thought any wrong with it, saying ''Its only a phase darling, don't worry", but they had always been that way. When you were a baby, they stuffed a dead radroach in your teddy bear and at ten, they hung you only inches away from a rabid mole rat. They considered you easy prey due to two things; one, you being the youngest on the isolated farm, and second being that you were certainly less confident and 'uneven' as they put it.

''Hey, nudge. How much farther we gonna stroll? Any longer and you gonna carry me!" William chanted at the end, "Same. But really how much?", persisted David impatiently. "I've never tried this way before, so I can't say that I know the pattern here", you replied. "Pattern? What are you, some nerd?", James cut in. "Whatever you say", you sighed. "That's right, whatever I say." James finished, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

The hunt continued for about two more hours, until the journey began. All the brothers Gieger counters started to go off and when looking, all of the radiation was coming from a black cave. Not even without a second thought, the three brothers all got an evil grin and looked at you. Before you could turn around you were bashed by three stocks at once.

Who knows how long you had been down there when you woke up. Immediately, all you heard was Ticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktick. You wanted to move faster, but the mass effect from your brothers assault forced you to take your time. "Those backstabbing, dick sucking, motherfuckers!" you shouted, knowing that it wouldn't mean anything to them. They'd thrown you into an irradiated pit. The outside was just dark but looking inside, it glowed green with hazard bins everywhere. When you finally regained your senses, you took off running. You never stopped running, even when your lungs felt like laser rifle ash was poured down there. Throughout the entire time you ran, you felt different. You knew what radiation could do, make you completely sick, death, or even turn you into a ghoul, feral or not. It felt like something strange was coursing threw you, all of you, but when looking for zombie skin you found nothing out of the ordinary.

When you saw the gleam of the sky you were ecstatic. Never once had you been so happy to see that Mojave night when you got out. When you got home you were finally going to settle the straw with your brothers once and for all. You were about to move on when you heard the growls. It was low and rough and harsh, with menacing intentions. You didn't dare move, now realizing that your dickhead brothers took your rifle. You suspected vicious dog, but it could be a coyote pack alpha. Slowly turning around, you found that you were far off. A huge deathclaw had caught you. You instinctively ran from death; you weren't going to throw your seventeen years of living so far away. The deathclaw lunged and grasped you, pinning you down. You were ready to die at this point, at least it wouldn't be your dumbass that got you killed, but your ass brain brothers. The predator stared down at you for a moment, and then proceeded to carry to it's lair nearby. You couldn't move and you didn't try simply repeated mentally I'm going to die, I'm going to die.

When you and your hunter arrived in her den, she dropped you on the ground. Of course, it didn't want to eat outside close to a hot spot for rads, but in it's nice, cozy, little home you thought. You laid there, pale, unmoved by anything, and ready for death. Nothing could save you for the world. But the next thing that happened completely resurrected you. Something tough but wet was attempting to plant itself on your crotch. You shot up, colored and full of fear, confusion, and surprise. There the deathclaw squatted, her entrance putting pressure on your groin. You looked at hers, increasingly scared of what could happen, but yet a little, very little, enticed. Growing up on a lonely farm, you were with one women, your mother, and four men, so being a virgin wasn't a really surprised. Your brothers lost theirs when they tried to leave home, but also came back with chem addictions and less brain cells, not that there was much to begin with. So of course, seeing a female entrance, and a wet one to be honest, was amazing. But then you realized that it was a deathclaw we were talking about and you went back to fear. What would happen if she didn't like your below average size( yeah, you just admitted that, remember you're probably about to die) and decided to just kill you? You would soon find out.

Growing impatient and with the action so far, the deathclaw pounded the wall beside you, urging you to remove whatever that was stopping the mating. You caught on to her demands and sloppily removed your jeans and underwear and shirt. To your surprise, you were huge now. Not big bulge in stomach huge, but big enough to make any female mind fucked. The deathclaw sniffed and released a soft growl, smelling you husky yet virgin aroma. Aiming herself on your erect pole, you took a deep breath; this wasn't what you imagined your virginity being taken away from you being like. When she dropped herself, your hips twitched and you let out a whimper. The feeling was intoxicating. Wet and slick, but rough were the first words, but it was much more than that. You had no time to think after the first plunge; she just kept going, up and down, up and down. It didn't take long for you to finish, seeing this was your first time, but your cock was instantly reloaded. She then attempted to dismount, but your urge and want overcame your fear and you pulled her onto you again. You continued the motion, thrusting in and out of her. She roared in surprise, but went along with your sudden change in atmosphere, growling and hissing the entire time, digging her claws into the dirt beside you.

Unknown to you, deathclaw mating only focuses on reproduction and and impression didn't matter at all. And to be honest, deathclaw males were never really that faithful, so basically one and done and move on to the next. But this thing, this prey that she found nearby on their lookout, was the best she has had. Yes, she mated before and had birthed, but was abandoned by her pack soon after. Years of loneliness and the fact that her last mate was boring in action had locked up her nerves and want for sexual intercourse. But this human, something not even half her size was filling her with ecstasy. His long, hard, overwhelming shaft had already filled her up with his cum, but the fact that he didn't want or was still hard to stop confused her instincts but she wasn't fighting it. She wanted it too, and she was more than ready to submit. She just couldn't resist from mating with him.

You needed to release, and soon. You kept ramming her pussy and womb with everything you had in your arsenal. After a couple of intense, lovely minutes you blew up inside her. The deathclaw howled in happiness and finally dismounted, slightly shaking. She had never once orgasmed before and her first time was greatness on psycho. Standing up, her creampie dripped onto your legs and she laid herself down,beginning to lick it up. Her tongue was almost like a cat's, a sandpaper feeling, but with more saliva and warmth. It tickled as it went up and down, taking in your combined juices. unknowingly to you, this deahtclaw had bonded with you and she was now instinctively draw to you like a magnet, whether you like it or not. You took deep breathes, forgetting that it was a deathclaw that took and fucked you. You soon remembered this and slowly pulled yourself against the wall. She followed suit and continued to salvage the semen. The image of such a violent creature cleaning your legs, like you had dominated the beast, was enough to enable your newly perverted mind to make you hard once more.

Your cock grew and gently touched the deathclaws lower cheek. Her head turned and simply stared at your erection. How much more can he take? thought the deathclaw and, actually excited for another round, wanted to get up and continue. But that image of her eyeing and checking you out made you want to see something. Your hand shot out before she could proceed and drew her head closer to your dick. Once close enough she started sniffing your up and down, until she noticed a little bit on cum on your head. The deathclaw licked it up and that was enough for you to thrust toward her bladed mouth. But to your surprise and your fear, it was safe inside. The deathclaw was surprised by with new position and the fact that his penis was in her mouth, but its radiating heat was enticing and she quickly began to lick it inside her lips. Grabbing one of her horns, you pulled her head up and down. She growled a bit, not liking her pride to be touched in such a commanding approach, but it subdued soon enough. You focused your hips to be in rhythm with her head. Her entire mouth was even more wet than her tongue was alone. And the warmth was unbearable, like being buried in twenty blankets in a nuclear winter. After a while of this, you came in her hot mouth and pulled out. Cum filled her lower jaw and she stared at you for a moment, then swallowed all of it.

Finally, all your sexual lust was cut down and you began to feel so tired, like all the energy was gone in you. as you slowly drifted to sleep, you could feel the deathclaw, your deathclaw's tongue on your testicles. The two of you slept throughout the night together like that, your warmths alone more than enough to make the cold den the best cabin in the woods.

When you woke up, the deahtclaw was gone. You looked around, wondering what had happened last night. Then the memories came flooding back, the warmth, wetness, and ecstasy coming in. You got up and noticed that not only were you bigger down there, but your entirety was larger, your build was muscular and you seemed a bit taller. For once in your entire life, your brothers have actually helped you, throwing you into an irradiated pit for a matter of fact. Irony. You put your clothes back on and exit the den. Upon coming out, you find the deathclaw there standing. She finds your gaze and quickly walks over to you. "Well, t-thanks for last night", he say, trying to sound chill, "But I got to go now. B-bye." You slowly start to take off for home, but then you notice that the deathclaw is following you. "H-hey, go home...or else?" you said half-ass. The deathclaw doesn't budge. After a few more attempts, you finally realize that you can't get rid of her. "How am I going to tell this to pops and ma?" you ask yourself, palm on forehead. Then you realize, Why go home? Why go back to that stupid farm, with a favoriting father and dumb-ass brothers. You, and you alone, had just screwed a deathclaw, a deathclaw! Also, look at you, with gains and a big dick! You didn't need home, the entirety former United States of America was your home, and it was time for dinner! Looking at her, your deathclaw, you say "Come on, lets go...Belladonna." And the two of you go and make one of the best stories to be told.