Enclave grunt
sent into a facility to "pacify" the deathclaws
staff just brushes off your concerns about being sent in without a gun
or clothes
says you'll understand when you're inside
day 30
a month
you'd been scratching tally marks in the concrete when you could rest to keep track
it is relentless
they won't stop riding you
why they prefer humans over possibly females of their own species was not something you could figure out
you didn't have time
you were a dildo for a clan of the deathclaws
your superiors hadn't bothered coming around the sanctuary grounds
no idea what was keeping them
"pacifying" 15 full grown deathclaws everyday should get you some medal
they at least started listening to you and allowed you to clean them up
water wasn't in abundance up north but damnded if you were going to smell like dirty lizard sex
it was going to be clean lizard sex
president Eden better present that shit to you personally
the pack alpha finished mounting himself on you
always got first call
another shoved that one off
he was spent and didn't bother fighting back against the one lining your cock to his hole
two others grabbed the last guy by the haunches and stuck hungry tongues into the prone deathclaw
they weren't trying to please him, just greedy and impatient
it was going to be a long day
you hoped your superiors would relieve you soon

day 60
you eventually decided the Enclave had left you out here
you had the occasional free time to check the experiment logs on the computers the science team had left
they had set up an observation camp a few clicks west
dragging the clan with you was easy
they went where their dick went
getting a moments rest to go over the logs was harder
sometimes you'd multitask
you would try to read while having a deathclaw on fours
they tended not to care too much as long as you kept hitting their prostate
easiest to do it with the alpha bull
the other ones would compete
you'd have tongues and clawed scaly hands running all over you while you pleased one
some did displays
presenting their rears while you pounded on the one squeezing your manhood
you'd gradually started naming them
hell, you started getting closer to them
as best you could
they didn't seem to be able to talk
but they were sentient
brilliant even
things were apex predators for a reason
you were no scientist so a lot of the jargon went over your head
but the Enclave had tried multiple times to tame these predators
one fringe proposal insinuating controlling the mutants breeding cycle could do it
the females were ruled out because egg production was too taxing on them and would interfere with the cycle
males were picked and this clutch had their genetic code tampered with
making them more pliable and then through mentally conditioning were meant to see Enclave as friends, not a meal
the fringe group lost their funding despite swearing up and down it was successful then they were reassigned
the deathclaws were just sort of left out here to fend for themselves
surely this had to be a revival of that experiment
you were unaware of the guys that had sent you out had played a joke
but they didn't know that area was that dangerous any more
the deathclaw taming was a black ops off the book project
they'd made up an excuse and you'd been written off as AWOL
help was not coming