I inhaled the cigarette smoke, giving a final drag before I plucked it from my lips, flicking the butt into the darkness before me. Despite being high soon the sun wasn’t able to penetrate it the abyss-like void of the cave, the cool air that came from the chasm helped to alleviate the gnash of the cold chill that went up my back. I squeezed the trigger of my repeater for comfort, the rifle was half-heartedly aimed into the dark, and a part of me hoped that whatever was hiding within would just come to me; save me the trouble of descending in myself.
Whatever brave beasty had taken home in that cave was the reason why my jacket pocket was so heavy with bullets. Over the past week some creature had taken to causing havoc at my ranch. My fences were slashed to pieces, and there splattering of brahmin blood all over my porch come morning. To add on top of that, the damn thing had killed a couple of my dogs. Now, that, I can’t abide. Due to the damage and scale of the attacks, I reckoned it was a yaoi gui, or mountain lion. It wasn’t unusual that they’d make a home out the nearby cave and probably thought I was easy pickings. Now, don’t get me wrong. I was neither pleased by the prospect of fighting either. They’d both put up a fight, and eat a ton of bullets. However, the latter wasn’t a problem. I packed plenty.
Priming my repeater, I stepped inside. My hoofstep immediately produced an echo that reverberated deep within the intricate web of tunnels that make up the cave system. I wasn’t entirely deterred, aside from holding my rifle more tightly, and I continued inside. The air was stagnant and thick, and the deeper I went, the denser it became. Soon, I felt humid, and the darkness was no longer as all-encompassing; soft green lights shone from the walls. The luminescent fungus clung to the walls like moss or lichen, and I was surprised that anything even grew down here at all. The deeper I went, I became more aware of just how silent everything was. The air was still, and besides my own steps, there wasn’t a peep to be heard. That was, until, I came closer to the main chamber.
Entering the antechamber, my ears pricked at a sound. Dripping. That meant liquids, moisture. Water. Out here? Where it was as scarce life? I was experiencing a healthy level of scepticism. Surely, my ears were playing tricks on me. Although, my head was alone in thinking this. My parched throat encouraged my legs to go faster, and the barrel of my gun was lowered as I hurried into a jog. Entering the main chamber, I experienced something akin to wonderment. The ceiling was covered in stalactites, where the cold air covered them in a thin water vapour. But, the dripping I heard echoed, like… ripples. My eyes fell down, looking ahead to what was probably the greatest discovery of my life.
A huge reservoir. Huge for me, anyway, I paced ahead, kneeling before the large body of water with widened eyes. Below the water’s surface, a few of the glowing mushrooms were present, so I couldn’t see my own reflection. But the fact I could see them meant that the water was clear. Actual pure water, right below my muzzle, this entire time! I placed my repeater down, just so that I could cup my hands and dip them into the reservoir. It was cold. More penetrating than a cold wasteland night. I brought them out, a handful of water, and brought my lips to it, and I drank, greedily…
Grrrrr
When it sounded out behind me, I froze. With a held breath. I slowly reached out for my firearm, My fingers grazed the polished brass receiver, and my finger slowly inched to the trigger. Finally, releasing an exhale, I pivoted on my knee; the stock of the gun against my shoulder I fired straight ahead. Gun shots, the flash at the end of the barrel nd the click of the trigger was all I registered before I stopped shooting. The world faded back into view, my fear-stoked daze cleared. It was then, and only then, had I realised my mistake.
From out the dark, illuminated by the low glow of the fungi around us, was a creature of my worst nightmares. The wasteland’s apex predator, The beige flesh, and towering height, muscles capable of bending metal, and long sharp claws capable of slicing steel. I locked eyes with the creature, inching back where I was, glancing back to realise that the only way out was the only way in, and the beast was blocking it. It’s hands raised, reaching out towards me, and then I realised how useless my firearm was. No blood, holes, or even bruising. I was stuck, dead, staring at the living embodiment invincible.
The Deathclaw.
My gun trembled in my hands. Trembled so much it fell from my hands. I couldn’t back away, nor could I even stand against it with my bare hands. So I shrank, hands over my head, cowering in the dark as I realised my doom. My last thoughts were of my dogs, my ranch, and the taste of water… only, they weren’t my last thoughts, much to my relief, and my eventual chagrin - a comment I can make in hindsight.
I felt, pressing under my chin, the tip of the creature’s claw. I was malleable then, because I was so afraid, and my face was brought upwards; forcing me to look into its glowing white eyes, The deathclaw had not yet torn me to shreds, so I was able to regain some composure. There was something… delicate, in the way it directed me. The claw never threatened to puncture into my mouth. The reason why would never had entered my most, not even in my most depraved fantasies. My eyes gradually fell down, not feeling comfortable with staring this creature in its eyes, but I was about to be a lot more uncomfortable with what I soon discovered…
This thing was a she.
Upon her chest were a pair of sizeable mammaries, the light brown mounds were capped with darker brown nipples, the breasts looked soft and gropeable. I don’t know why I thought such things. Maybe the last time I was acquainted with the female form was of a mare several years ago with a psycho addiction and a hell of an attitude. Comparatively, this deathclaw was less… predatory, than she was. A sentiment that even then was ironic to me. Now that I knew it was a female, I did notice several more attributes. The shorter horns, the lack of overt fangs, the thick thighs and wide hips, the admittedly curvy frame of the specimen that had me in her grasp wasn’t the most unsightly thing. It’s just a shape it belonged to that of the wasteland’s most notorious predator. It made me wonder what kind of pure evil entity Rather than stare at her massive bosom I opted to look her right back in her hungry eyes. Little did I know, it wasn’t a hunger to satisfy a hollow stomach.
Her large, clawed hand, cupped my jaw. Her mouth parted, and my eyes widened. My thoughts clamoured. What should I do? I wanted to reach for my gun, or strike her, or wiggle free. They became less severe the longer my mind was allowed to wander. Her face inched closer to mine, and her forked tongue poking from behind her lips, prodding me in the nostril and flicking against my cheek. Then, she found my lips, and my eyes widened. She forced the tensile muscle into my maw, exploring my mouth with a strange curiosity. Fear was gradually replaced with confusion. She tasted, predictably, of dogmeat. What… what was she doing?
Then, suddenly, with her tongue disappearing back into her mouth, I was raised up. With unreal strength, the deathclaw picked me up, until my hooves were kicking uselessly beneath me. I grunted as it laid me out on the floor before the reservoir, her indomitable form over me. It was intimidating, scary, but there didn’t seem to be a trace of hostility in what she was doing. It was actually much more comfy then it felt, although, considering I was still alive, I was probably experiencing some sort of high. It placed its hand on my chest, only a very slight pressure being applied on me, and then she released a low growl, a nasally one.
A purr.
My mouth lips parted, a confused noise coming from my throat. What the hell was happening? Was the reservoir spiked? Was I actually being mauled by a yaoi gui right now? My fears came rushing back however, when her other hand slowly reached out towards me. A singular claw me was directed at me. I thought it was going to puncture my neck, stuck me like a brahmin. My chest rose and fall as panic started to overtake me. It’s hand began to squeeze against me, harder. Assurance, or a threat? I don’t know. Then, her claw hooked around my collar, and she dragged it down. I expected pain, but instead I only heard the sound of tearing cotton fibres. My shirt was torn in half, exposing my light grey belly and chest to the tepid air of the cave. On instinct, I tried to cover myself, but the creature gripped my arms with one of her hands and pinned them above my head. It gave a delicate, almost reassuring coo, a low hum from the back of its throat. Surprisingly, it calmed me.
I couldn’t say anything else as it moved again. Her claw shook off the torn fabric, my back now pressed against the cool rock of chamber floor. Then, with another swift motion, its claw suddenly ripped down my pants. Today was not a good day to have gone commando, in hindsight. I cried out in shock, thinking I may have just lost my closest compandre in wastes. Instead, I just felt the cold rock of the cave against my buttocks.
My cock flopped free, my flaccid vascular length smacked against my thigh, the hollow echo of the sound made only louder by the emptiness of the cave. I shouted out, in my surprise. Acting on reflex, I tried to shuffle free, kicking my legs. At that, she sat, pinning them beneath me. I could feel her… warmth, against my soft pride. It was only then, even after being rendered nude, did I surmise what she had in store for me. The creature slowly examined me thereafter, looking me up and down as if checking to see if I were a worthy ‘mate.’ Judging by the tilt of its head when it eyed by equipment, I’m guessing I was.
It craned it’s neck down and nuzzled my gentlecolt’s sausage. Not to brag or nothing, but I was as hung as ‘Steel,’ because there ain’t nopony as big as me, that I can promise you. Her coaxing, nudging and warm breaths, were enough to get a rise out of me. I hardened my jaw to ignore her, but, well, sometimes it’s just hard to ignore the death machine playing with your junk. Soon enough, my cock was at full mast. A full foot of pure stallion pride it was. It half as long as my arm, and about about as wide as my open palm. Every mare that had met the big iron attached to my hip, had damn near fainted at the sight. Normally, having it bared to a fine looking mare would be the beginning of an incredibly good time, for both me and her. But this time? Well… that’s something I don’t even want to answer with the power of hindsight with me.
The deathclaw female sniffed my member a couple times. Huffing as it inhaled my masculine scent. Then, its long prehensile tongue slithered from its mouth like a viper. I hissed, both in pleasure, and reluctance, as the moist tongue coiled around my twitching dick. “H-hey, stop that!” I bade it, my body fighting with itself to swat away her tongue, but I wasn’t about to risk both my arms and my second head.
Unsurprisingly, she didn’t listen. Not that she would have understood anyway. The creature pumped my rod several slow times with its tongue, causing my thighs to clench as I grew even harder. When the first bead of pre-cum leaked from my cock-tip, she lashed the tip of my prick, the soft smooth tongue lapping up my essence, and she stopped her tongue-pumping. I wondered what she had in store next, my face was burning up with both arousal and shame. Then, her glowing white eyes looked at my pent up foal-makers, my roiling cum stones the next thing on her insidious agenda.
It’s tongue slowly then started dragging itself along my sack, wettening the turgid flesh with slow and generous licks. All the while, it never stopped looking at me. It I was a smart stallion, I’d assume she was trying to… prep me, to make me a fully willing participant in something. However, I am not a smart stallion. She was bathing my balls with her spittle, yet she coiled around them, raising my large balls. It was as though she was checking if I was nice and full, and sure enough, I was engorged with cum. On account of her attacks on my ranch, stress and a simple lack of time, getting some ‘relief’ was out of the question.
The creature looked satisfied with those as well, judging by the fact it gave one of its purrs once more after pulling it’s head back. I shuddered once its tongue left me, a delayed tide of pleasure washing over me. Once more it wrapped it’s tongue around my cock, but instead of pumping its forked muscle up my shaft, this time, its tongue slurped my cock into its toothy maw like a ramen noodle.
If I said I didn’t scream like a little filly thinking it was gonna bite my dick off, I’d be lying.
Instead of making a eunuch out of me, the creature started to slowly suckle on the tip. However, this wasn’t a mare. It’s gob was three times the size. So it wasn’t just sucking, it was milking me with how strong it was. “Oh no. Oh, fuck me…” I muttered, enthralled in panic. She continued to watch the entire time, and it might have just been the context of the situation, but I could’ve sworn that there was something… seductive, about her gaze.
She was a rough sucker, animalistic and untamed, but after so long? It was euphoric, as though someone rolled up some medx and mentats and shot them directly into my bloodstream. The world had slowed to a regular pace now from the breakneck speed of before. With my free arm, I reached out towards her, resisting the urge to flinch as she followed it with her eyes. Then, I pressed the palm of my hand against her head, between her short stubby horns. Then, I don’t know what. She seemed… encouraged, to put it lightly. My back arched suddenly as a .50 calibre sized short of pleasure hit my groin. Atop the suckling, her mouth started to fall up and down, the tongue swishing around my meaty sceptre like a desert whirlwind. Fear, gone, I involuntarily began to buck my hips, consistently matching her sucking; trying not to be out of her mouth’s warm soft embrace for longer than absolutely necessary. This is the first time I had been in a mouth that could take all of me, the deathclaw making no big deal of the feat of swallowing all my cock, even to the hilt. Even the memory of the way her tight encircling tongue squeezed my medial ring causes me to shiver. She was an impressive example of her species to say the very least.
The deathclaw released its grip of my other arm, and lessened the weight it was applying on my legs. At the time I barely registered it, but my thighs were soaked with deathclaw fem-nectar; a roaring heat between its plump thighs. I remained still, although I’d of been lying to myself if I said it was because I was scared. I… I wanted to see what it had in store for me. One of its clawed hands scooped under my back, raising me towards her, pressing my face into her soft and large chest pillows. I had certainly been in worse predicaments, I must say. Her scent wasn’t unpleasant, which surprised me. She was earthy, natural, there was no other way to describing it.
It held be close, slowly rolling onto its back. Positions were reversed. Now I was on top, nestled comfortably between her sizeable breasts, her hand running down my back. It parted its legs, and my junk was hit the immense heat that emanated from her loins. Her hand finished it journey, pushing against my toned buttocks as I quickly came to realise its intent, the position it had me in. My length was pressing into her mons, so close yet so far. I swallowed, drowned in apprehension I didn’t do anything. After a few minutes of stillness, my pulsating dick the only part of me that wasn’t completely still, the she-claw hissed; sending the hairs on neck to stand on end as I feared the worst.
It’s second hand suddenly grabbed my rear. She didn’t stab me with her claws but she was very rough. She definitely knew what she wanted, that was for sure. She gripped my tail, raising my hips and angling my cock towards her bestial twat. I looked her straight in the eyes, a flash of understanding appearing on my wide-eyed countenance, before she pushed my hips towards her. I gasped, as she slammed the entirety of my stallionhood inside of her quivering cunt; forcing me to fill her. I grunted when my hips smacked into her pelvis, my hands reaching for her cushiony bosom on reflex; her nipples poking through the gap between my middle and ring fingers.
I didn’t have time to adjust to her clenching tightness, the moistness of her snatch was almost overwhelming in its bliss. But I couldn’t savour it. She pulled me out, all the way to the tip. Then, much like before, she slammed me back inside again; this time, she released a low purr that echoed off the cavern walls. She was going slow, and stared at me with a blatant intent, her chest rising and falling quicker; I could hear her heartbeat increase in pace.
The deathclaw was using me as her own personal feminine pleasure aid - that’s ‘dildo’, for the more crass-minded. I wasn’t complaining.
She kept it up, forcing me to thrust back and forth, as if I was some kind of piston. She didn’t have any rhytm I was familiar with. Of course, she was an animal. So she made me fuck her like one. Hard, and fast. Of course, I wasn’t exactly prepared. I exclaimed a few yelps on the first few slams, my pelvis in serious jeopardy, but I couldn’t deny how rapturous she felt. It was tight, but not vice-like or constricting. It was actually, as bad as this sounds, a perfect fit.
After I got over the initial shock, even if being forced to fuck a creature that could by all rights kill me, I found myself getting into it. I couldn’t thrust myself, she was in firm control of that, but I could try to show her that I wasn’t frigid. My right hand kneaded into her breast like dough, massaging her soft tit, occasionally tweaking the hard nub between my fingers. The other? Well, I took that boy into my mouth. I may as well commit. I heard her growl, but it was a throaty one, dare I say, pleasured? I softly gnawed on that teet, flicking my tongue over it, trying to contribute to her pleasure, or so I hoped.
The sensations of the creature’s insides sent pleasured ripples all across my body, like an electric current far more addicting than any drug. I felt more helpless now than I ever had… and I loved it. It felt so good to be so out of control. The soft canal walls of her pussy clenched around me, a velvet clamp that tried to fight against its owner to keep my cock meat from leaving. I felt it’s every milking coax and every clenching spasm against my steely sex-stick. Every inch of my pride was squeezed, reaching deep into her folds. The world slowed down as we fucked. I think my mind was trying to make this moment last as long as possible, and honestly, who could blame it?
She started to speed up after a while, throwing her head back against the stone ground as growls and pants came from its maw at an accelerated rate; pounding my dick into her soaking femininity at a faster pace. I moaned around her tit, feeling a familiar tightness begin to knot itself in my abdomen as my dick swelled, my pleasuring ramping up as my balls clenched. She continued to have me breed her, the slaps and smacks as we pounded were a sound far grander than anything the disc jockey could put on the radio. I wanted her to have me fuck her into abandon, to have me pound her tight twat until winter… just the thoughts of a stallion neck deep in bliss, I’m sure.
The deathclaw forced me balls deep into her, a roar erupted from her throat as I erupted within her. Her voice filling the entire cavern and beyond with a pure and primal sound of her raw sexual ecstasy. Her inner walls clamped shut firmly around me, trying to encase my entire swelling sceptre within her tight soft confines. I wish I had a name to shout, I always did with the mares I fucked, made them feel more special. Although, this wasn’t a mare… My balls emptied into her, my heavy orange sized sack poured every ounce of seed into her canal, filling her womb and leaving my empty of energy. I became limp atop her, my cheek laid against her breast as her hand raised from my rear.
After that? After that ‘moment’? I expected her to eat me. You know just as well as I how the wasteland is. One moment it’s brahmin steak, the next it’s dusty blamco’s mac and cheese. As I laid there, atop her, breathing heavily along with her, I clenched by eyes closed. I awaited my death… all I got, was a strong and wet lick up the side of my cheek. I opened my eyes wide, and when I raised my head to look at her she just pushed me back into her chest, her other arm coming to wrap around my back in the strangest context for a ‘lover’s embrace’ I had ever been in, that I can say for certain...
After that, I stayed awake, she didn’t. I ran from the cave, buck naked and without my gun. I sprinted back to the ranch, and there I stayed for the night wide awake, even when day arrived. I wanted to forget everything. It felt fantastic, but it was wrong, and that’s not even saying dangerous. I’d deal with the missing brahmin, I’d deal with the missing dogs, I’d deal with the vandalism. I just needed to forget what happened, happened. But here’s the thing, I didn’t have to deal with anything. It just… stopped. Now, I know what you’re thinking. I was happy, right?
Well, funny how things work out. I felt lonely. Weird, right? I got a ranch full of animals, dogs who’d lick my face and the occasional customer, but things just felt different now. When I wandered to the edge of my ranch, across the flat savannah I’d look at the cave entrance. I’d just be thinking most days, feeling regret and shame on some, and rarely, I had to keep myself frozen; stop my hooves from taking back there. Why’d she stop? Was she gone now, or what? That was the question I kept asking myself, but really, it was just a distraction from my true motive for going back.
One day, a week and a half from when I first went in, I went back. I travelled deep, following the mushrooms, reaching the reservoir. My repeater was still where I left it, although the deathclaw wasn’t where I left her. I sighed, and went to go retrieve my gun. Then, much like last time, I turned back…
There she was.
And yes, she was just as friendly as she was the first time.
Companions take all sorts of weird shapes and sizes in the wastes. I’ve seen men with a supermutant on his flank, a nightkin with all manner of robots following, and a sentry bot adamant on following a dog through the sandy dunes of the wasteland. It just so happens I’m a rancher, whose grown more than close with a local predator in her cave. I took to naming her Oasis, due to her proximity to the only source of water for miles. I’ve paid her visits on and off now for about eight months I reckon. Not every time we meet do we get, uh, intimate. Sometimes, cheesy as it sounds, I just like her company. On occasion she breaks into the farmhouse just to cuddle, unbelievable as that sounds. Although, lately, I’ve noticed how… bluer, she’s getting...
Probably nothing.
Author's Note
I did consider having cropped porn as the cover art, but I decided against it on the request of the requester. Instead, I merely used Steel Colt (the protagonist of this little fic) as the cover art. If you do want to see the picture I had in mind, simply go to e621.net and 'Deathclaw female solo order:score' and click the very top image. That's if you don't have a vivid imagination and need a picture to help you along 
Hope you enjoy. Like if you like, dislike if you dislike. I appreciate criticism. Thank you,. 
