Of Dwellers and Deathclaws (Part 1)
***A/N: Chalk this one up to anther weird idea that grabbed ahold of my head and refused to let go. Inspired by*** [***this***](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1174119030664200203/1246297323537956954/1597413153.png?ex=6669b815&is=66686695&hm=e3b41aaab21b569b440007497955ef8c489fe17034c99046de8c601bb609e591&) ***piece by Keadonger. Anyways, onto the story!***
Alice was pretty sure she was going to die.
“ROOOAAAAAAAAHHHRRRRR!!!!”
Correction. She was certain she was going to die.
Panting, Alice ducked inside a nearby abandoned house, one hand pressed against her chest while the other held a now-empty 10mm pistol. Hiding behind some old, ratty furniture, she tried to steady her breathing as she listened to the deathclaw loudly sniff around just outside.
For the hundredth time today, the vault gal cursed her luck (stupid Vit-o-matic must’ve been broken, there was no way her Luck was an 7!)
She’d just had to be one of the ‘lucky’ few chosen to leave the vault for a ‘quick, little supply run.’ (She was going to kick her vault’s Overseer in the balls when/if she got back.) And then, to make matters worse, she’d gotten separated from Aaron, the guy who’d been sent out along with her, right about the time the deathclaw had appeared. Alice’s only weapon, a 10mm pistol, had been about as effective against the beast as toothpicks were against steel, so she’d had no other choice but to run, lest she be torn to shreds.
The deathclaw was \*fast\* though. While she’d managed to remain mostly unharmed, the thing had managed to tear her suit up in multiple places including her left leg and arm, her ass and most embarrassing of all, her chest, leaving her c-cup tits and sizable rear open and exposed to all. If she hadn’t been so focused on getting the fuck away, she might’ve had the thought to complain about her assets being exposed. As it was, her mind was too busy screaming ‘FUCKFUCKFUCK RUNRUNRUN!!!!!’ as if her body wasn’t already booking it at as fast as it could.
Suddenly, there was the sound of stones and rubble being overturned just outside the doorway Alice had ducked through moments before. She held her breath, eyes closed as she silently prayed the beast would leave.
There was the sound of a loud sniff, followed by a soft growl.
Then Alice’s stomach dropped as she heard it pass through the doorway, scales sliding against old framing as the entire house shifted and shuddered for a moment, rotten wood creaking dangerously above her. Heavy footsteps gradually got closer, kindly informing the vault dweller that if she wanted to survive, she'd have to move.
Glancing out from behind the couch where she was hidden, she saw her beastly pursuer looking around, sniffing as it searched for its meal. She couldn’t go further into the house, it’d see her in a heart beat.
Turning her head, she saw that just to her side was an open window. A serviceable escape route as any. Now if she could distract the deathclaw for a moment…
Grabbing a small piece of rubble from the floor and rearing her arm back, she chucked the stone deeper into the house, as far away from her as possible. It made a soft clattering sound as it stuck the floor, making the deathclaw’s head snap up before it stalked towards the sound with a low grunt.
Once it’s back was turned, Alice made her move, quietly sneaking towards the window. Just one quick jump over and she’d be home free.
She vaulted as quick as she dared, feet coming down softly onto-
\*Crunch\*
She froze, then slowly looked down, heart already beginning to race.
-onto some broken glass, apparently.
She glanced back through the window, hoping, praying that-
Two glowing red eyes stared at her.
A shriek forced itself from her lungs as she bolted. At the same time, there was a thunderous roar from behind her, followed by the shattering of wood and stone as the deathclaw burst out of the desecrated home, which promptly collapsed a moment later.
Heart threatening to beat out of her chest, Alice ran as she searched around desperately for somewhere, anywhere to hide. However, all she could see were piles of rubble and already collapsed buildings, nowhere she could actually hide, not with time she already didn’t have.
Each heavy, earth-shaking step the deathclaw giving chase took brought it closer and closer. Deep down, Alice finally realized that she wouldn’t be able to outrun it.
She racked her brain, trying and failing to think of a way out of her current predicament. However, she was interrupted when the worst possible thing happened.
She tripped.
Her foot caught on a fairly sizable piece of broken concrete, sending her tumbling to the ground with a gasp. She barely managed to brace herself before she landed, rolling for a short distance before coming to a stop on her back.
The deathclaw was upon her within a second, looming over her as it stared down at her half-naked form with hungry eyes. And it was then, and only then, that Alice noticed it. Or them, rather.
There, dangling between the beast’s thighs, was a rather hefty set of gonads, hanging in a large, smooth-scaled sack. If Alice had to guess, each nad was probably around the size of an orange. Just above the twin orbs lay a sizable sheath, giving insight to the undoubtedly impressive length that was hidden just out of sight.
In rapid succession, Alice’s mind took in that information, processed it, and then came up with an effective, if a bit dirty, plan.
Terrified, exhausted and thoroughly out of any other options, the half-nude Vault girl did the only thing she could. She brought her foot back before kicking it up with every ounce of strength she could muster.
\*Whump!\*
Her aim was right on target. Her heel struck the center of it's (well, \*his\* evidently) sack perfectly, managing to catch both orbs before subsequently smushing them against the deathclaw’s pelvis, bubbles of nutmeat squeezing out from either side of her boot. It was a perfect ballbust, the kind any gal could appreciate, and Alice found herself grinning somewhat.
The deathclaw, unsurprisingly, didn’t much like having his berries kicked into his throat.
He let out a low, crooning noise that Alice took to be a groan, glowing eyes squeezed shut as his large tail flicked back and forth in pain. Capitalizing on the big guy's stunned state, Alice brought both feet down before kicking them up simultaneously, brutally nailing the deathclaw's sack for the second time.
\*Crunch!\*
At this, the beast gave a sharp roar, clawed fists clenched and tail sticking straight out for a moment as the Vault dweller squashed both gonads against his pelvis. After a few moments of Alice forcibly rearranging the unfortunate testicles caught beneath the soles of her boots, the beast let out another low, crooning moan(?) before sliding backwards off her feet, nards making a wet scrunching noise as he did so, before he fell to his knees, panting heavily.
Scooting backwards, Alice hurriedly pushed herself to her feet, eyes never leaving the deathclaw's kneeling form. However, even after she stood up, he didn't move an inch, glowing red eyes simply watching her as his arms hung limp by his side. In fact, in Alice's opinion, it almost seemed like he was...presenting himself to be busted. He was kneeling, back mostly straight, legs apart and sack entirely defenseless. And to top it all off, his cock was already starting to peek out of the sheathe, a drop of precum staining the head.
'What kind of Wild Wasteland bullshit is this?' The vault dweller idly wondered as her gaze roved over the now seemingly-docile deathclaw.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Alice quickly began trying to think of her next move. She wanted to get the hell out of dodge ASAP, but the deathclaw before her threw a bit of a wrench into that plan. Sure, it seemed a hell of a lot calmer than it had minutes before, but she wasn't going to trust that it would remain so calm should she try to leave. She'd have to try and distract or incapacitate it before she left, and luckily, she already had the perfect plan in mind.
Slowly, carefully, Alice stepped forward, gaze never leaving the deathclaw's own glowing eyes as she positioned herself directly in front of it. A shiver ran through her spine as the beast exhaled, the blast of hot air sending her long, brown locks billowing for a moment. Being this close to a creature that could easily tear her in two was causing a strange mixture of fear, curiosity and maybe a small ~~(huge)~~ bit of excitement to begin welling up in her chest.
Pushing said emotions down for a moment, the vault dweller put her hands on the beast's shoulders, tits hanging freely as her gaze flickered down to the sizable pouch hanging between his legs. After a moment, she took a deep breath and drew her leg back.
\*Whud!\*
The deathclaw visibly flinched as Alice drove her foot up between his thighs, balls deforming nicely around her boot as they were subsequently squashed against his pelvis as another crooning moan emanated from its throat. However, the vault gal didn't pay attention to that, her gaze still focused on the beast's battered ballsack as she drew her leg back once more.
\*Thump!\*
Another harsh punt to the spuds had the deathclaw curling in on himself somewhat, teeth grit as pain clearly rolled through his tense body in waves. However, Alice knew it wasn't enough. The thing was in agony no doubt, that much was obvious, but he wasn't incapacitated yet. She brought her foot back once again.
\*Wham!\*
\*Thud!\*
\*Bam!\*
\*Whump!\*
\*Crunch!\*
Kick after kick was slammed into the deathclaw's unfortunate malehood, each powerful, gut-churning blow crushing both orbs against the unforgiving bone of his pelvis. Alice didn't relent, no matter how the deathclaw moaned and groaned after every punt, no matter how much the beast's rock-hard erection throbbed and splurted out puddles of precum ~~(briefly, she wondered what it would taste like)~~. She simply stayed the course, slamming perhaps dozens of kicks home between the deathclaw's thighs as she silently prayed that it would finally collapse.
It took a few minutes of non-stop kicking, but the poor guy finally did collapse in a groaning, moaning, ball-busted heap on the ground, claws wrapped protectively around his freshly mangled orbs as Alice took a step back, panting heavily. She'd been kicking the deathclaw's sack for upwards of 15 minutes straight, so by the time he'd finally collapsed, she was damn-near exhausted, heart racing and body practically covered in sweat.
After taking a moment to catch her breath, Alice looked over the prone form of the deathclaw who's nuts she just thoroughly crushed. The guy looked...positively pathetic, curled up in the fetal position, panting heavily as low groans emanated from him. If it weren't for the fact that a few minutes ago, he'd been trying to eat her, she'd have probably felt a little bad. As it was, she was going to get away while she could, lest she find out exactly how quickly a deathclaw could recover from a few dozen consecutive nutshots.
She ran as fast as she could back in the direction of the vault, unaware of the squinted, glowing red eyes following after her.
\*\*\*\*\*
“Alice?”
Blinking, Alice slowly leaned her head up from where it had been resting on her bunk to see one of the vault guards (Derick, she thought his name was?) peeking into the room. Upon seeing her eyes on him, the guard continued.
“Come with me please. The Overseer needs to speak with you.”
Brow furrowing in confusion, Alice stood up from her bed, following after Derick as the two made their way to the nearby elevator. After entering, the guardsman pressed the button for floor 1 and the doors rattled closed a moment later.
‘What the hell does the Overseer want with me?’ The vault gal silently wondered during her ascent. ‘Sure, I didn’t manage to bring back much useful after yesterday, but he understood why.’
Upon returning to the vault after her harrowing experience the day before, Alice had given the Overseer, an older man in his late 50’s, the rundown of what had occurred (after she had changed into a new jumpsuit, as there was no way she was just gonna let the guy ogle her tits). He’d been somewhat irritated at the utter lack of materials she’d brought back, but had understood that it had been a matter of life or death.
Luckily, Aaron had returned a few hours later and had seen much better luck in finding stuff to bring back to the vault, which greatly helped lift the Overseer’s mood.
Regardless, she’d thought it was all over and done with. However, obviously, it wasn’t quite yet.
Leaving Derick by the door, Alice stepped into the Overseer’s office and was somewhat surprised to see not just the Overseer, but the head scientist and biggest brain in the vault, a tall, lanky lady by the name of Dr. Megan. There was a laptop sitting on the Overseer’s desk, facing away from Alice as she walked in.
“Ah, Alice. Good to see you.” The Overseer greeted with a slight smile, standing up and gesturing to Dr. Megan. “Doctor, this is the girl who had the encounter with a deathclaw yesterday.”
“I figured.” The blonde-haired woman chuckled, reaching out to shake Alice’s hand. “I’m glad to meet you, we have some things to talk about.”
Alice merely blinked in surprise as she returned the handshake. “Do we?” She inquired, still very much confused.
Dr. Megan nodded. “Indeed, specifically about what happened yesterday. The Overseer tells me that you encountered a deathclaw during a supply run but managed to escape it?”
Alice nodded. She’d given a somewhat modified testimony of what had occurred, as there was no way she was going to tell the Overseer that she’d busted a deathclaw’s balls. Word traveled fast in the vault, and the last thing she needed was to be made into a laughingstock or something.
“How exactly did you manage to escape it?” The scientist asked, her pointed tone of voice giving Alice pause.
Instead of answering, she instead posed a question of her own. “Why does that matter, exactly?”
At this, Dr. Megan grinned before spinning her laptop around so that Alice could see the screen. On said screen was camera footage displaying just outside the vault door, the time stamp informing her that said footage was from just after midnight last night. With a click of a button, the footage started playing.
After watching a minute or so of absolutely nothing, Alice opened her mouth to ask what she was supposed to be looking for. However, the words almost immediately died in her throat as she saw something arrive at the vault door.
It was a deathclaw. Not just a deathclaw, but \*the\* deathclaw, the same one who’s balls she’d thoroughly busted the day before.
Logically, she knew, it could have been any deathclaw. It wasn’t like the one she’d encountered had any special markings or features to make it stand out ~~(except maybe his \*massive\* nu-)~~ and as such, she has no way of telling if it truly was the same one. However, her gut was telling her, practically screaming really, that this was same one.
Flabbergasted, Alice watched as the beast slowly padded up to the large, rolling door, nose high in the air as he sniffed around. After a few moments, he turned to the vault door, a clawed hand gently scratching the tough metal as the thing…did it just whine?
“What…?” Alice breathed, eyes as wide as dinner plates as she watched the beast pad around a little bit more before laying down a short distance away, seemingly going to sleep.
“Interesting fact about deathclaw society.” Megan spoke, drawing Alice’s gaze. “It’s a matriarchal one, where the females hold a majority, if not all of the power. When it comes to relationships, the females are the ones to choose their mates, and they do so by busting the balls of any eligible male they desire.” At that, Alice’s stomach turned to lead.
‘Busting the balls…? W-wait…’
“I managed to get a quick scan…” the scientist continued, unaware of Alice’s growing plight. “…and discovered that this is a newly full-grown male, likely only having reached maturity around a week ago, at most.”
“…what…” Alice felt like her mouth was full of cotton. “…what does that mean, then?” She asked, hoping and praying that she’d misunderstood something, because otherwise, if she’d understood Dr. Megan correctly, then that meant…
After a moment of consideration, Dr. Megan replied entirely too enthusiastically. “Well, I suppose it means congratulations!”
“…for what…?” Alice hesitatingly asked.
“On your new marriage!”
…
…
“WHAT!!!!??”
Alice was pretty sure she was going to die.
“ROOOAAAAAAAAHHHRRRRR!!!!”
Correction. She was certain she was going to die.
Panting, Alice ducked inside a nearby abandoned house, one hand pressed against her chest while the other held a now-empty 10mm pistol. Hiding behind some old, ratty furniture, she tried to steady her breathing as she listened to the deathclaw loudly sniff around just outside.
For the hundredth time today, the vault gal cursed her luck (stupid Vit-o-matic must’ve been broken, there was no way her Luck was an 7!)
She’d just had to be one of the ‘lucky’ few chosen to leave the vault for a ‘quick, little supply run.’ (She was going to kick her vault’s Overseer in the balls when/if she got back.) And then, to make matters worse, she’d gotten separated from Aaron, the guy who’d been sent out along with her, right about the time the deathclaw had appeared. Alice’s only weapon, a 10mm pistol, had been about as effective against the beast as toothpicks were against steel, so she’d had no other choice but to run, lest she be torn to shreds.
The deathclaw was \*fast\* though. While she’d managed to remain mostly unharmed, the thing had managed to tear her suit up in multiple places including her left leg and arm, her ass and most embarrassing of all, her chest, leaving her c-cup tits and sizable rear open and exposed to all. If she hadn’t been so focused on getting the fuck away, she might’ve had the thought to complain about her assets being exposed. As it was, her mind was too busy screaming ‘FUCKFUCKFUCK RUNRUNRUN!!!!!’ as if her body wasn’t already booking it at as fast as it could.
Suddenly, there was the sound of stones and rubble being overturned just outside the doorway Alice had ducked through moments before. She held her breath, eyes closed as she silently prayed the beast would leave.
There was the sound of a loud sniff, followed by a soft growl.
Then Alice’s stomach dropped as she heard it pass through the doorway, scales sliding against old framing as the entire house shifted and shuddered for a moment, rotten wood creaking dangerously above her. Heavy footsteps gradually got closer, kindly informing the vault dweller that if she wanted to survive, she'd have to move.
Glancing out from behind the couch where she was hidden, she saw her beastly pursuer looking around, sniffing as it searched for its meal. She couldn’t go further into the house, it’d see her in a heart beat.
Turning her head, she saw that just to her side was an open window. A serviceable escape route as any. Now if she could distract the deathclaw for a moment…
Grabbing a small piece of rubble from the floor and rearing her arm back, she chucked the stone deeper into the house, as far away from her as possible. It made a soft clattering sound as it stuck the floor, making the deathclaw’s head snap up before it stalked towards the sound with a low grunt.
Once it’s back was turned, Alice made her move, quietly sneaking towards the window. Just one quick jump over and she’d be home free.
She vaulted as quick as she dared, feet coming down softly onto-
\*Crunch\*
She froze, then slowly looked down, heart already beginning to race.
-onto some broken glass, apparently.
She glanced back through the window, hoping, praying that-
Two glowing red eyes stared at her.
A shriek forced itself from her lungs as she bolted. At the same time, there was a thunderous roar from behind her, followed by the shattering of wood and stone as the deathclaw burst out of the desecrated home, which promptly collapsed a moment later.
Heart threatening to beat out of her chest, Alice ran as she searched around desperately for somewhere, anywhere to hide. However, all she could see were piles of rubble and already collapsed buildings, nowhere she could actually hide, not with time she already didn’t have.
Each heavy, earth-shaking step the deathclaw giving chase took brought it closer and closer. Deep down, Alice finally realized that she wouldn’t be able to outrun it.
She racked her brain, trying and failing to think of a way out of her current predicament. However, she was interrupted when the worst possible thing happened.
She tripped.
Her foot caught on a fairly sizable piece of broken concrete, sending her tumbling to the ground with a gasp. She barely managed to brace herself before she landed, rolling for a short distance before coming to a stop on her back.
The deathclaw was upon her within a second, looming over her as it stared down at her half-naked form with hungry eyes. And it was then, and only then, that Alice noticed it. Or them, rather.
There, dangling between the beast’s thighs, was a rather hefty set of gonads, hanging in a large, smooth-scaled sack. If Alice had to guess, each nad was probably around the size of an orange. Just above the twin orbs lay a sizable sheath, giving insight to the undoubtedly impressive length that was hidden just out of sight.
In rapid succession, Alice’s mind took in that information, processed it, and then came up with an effective, if a bit dirty, plan.
Terrified, exhausted and thoroughly out of any other options, the half-nude Vault girl did the only thing she could. She brought her foot back before kicking it up with every ounce of strength she could muster.
\*Whump!\*
Her aim was right on target. Her heel struck the center of it's (well, \*his\* evidently) sack perfectly, managing to catch both orbs before subsequently smushing them against the deathclaw’s pelvis, bubbles of nutmeat squeezing out from either side of her boot. It was a perfect ballbust, the kind any gal could appreciate, and Alice found herself grinning somewhat.
The deathclaw, unsurprisingly, didn’t much like having his berries kicked into his throat.
He let out a low, crooning noise that Alice took to be a groan, glowing eyes squeezed shut as his large tail flicked back and forth in pain. Capitalizing on the big guy's stunned state, Alice brought both feet down before kicking them up simultaneously, brutally nailing the deathclaw's sack for the second time.
\*Crunch!\*
At this, the beast gave a sharp roar, clawed fists clenched and tail sticking straight out for a moment as the Vault dweller squashed both gonads against his pelvis. After a few moments of Alice forcibly rearranging the unfortunate testicles caught beneath the soles of her boots, the beast let out another low, crooning moan(?) before sliding backwards off her feet, nards making a wet scrunching noise as he did so, before he fell to his knees, panting heavily.
Scooting backwards, Alice hurriedly pushed herself to her feet, eyes never leaving the deathclaw's kneeling form. However, even after she stood up, he didn't move an inch, glowing red eyes simply watching her as his arms hung limp by his side. In fact, in Alice's opinion, it almost seemed like he was...presenting himself to be busted. He was kneeling, back mostly straight, legs apart and sack entirely defenseless. And to top it all off, his cock was already starting to peek out of the sheathe, a drop of precum staining the head.
'What kind of Wild Wasteland bullshit is this?' The vault dweller idly wondered as her gaze roved over the now seemingly-docile deathclaw.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Alice quickly began trying to think of her next move. She wanted to get the hell out of dodge ASAP, but the deathclaw before her threw a bit of a wrench into that plan. Sure, it seemed a hell of a lot calmer than it had minutes before, but she wasn't going to trust that it would remain so calm should she try to leave. She'd have to try and distract or incapacitate it before she left, and luckily, she already had the perfect plan in mind.
Slowly, carefully, Alice stepped forward, gaze never leaving the deathclaw's own glowing eyes as she positioned herself directly in front of it. A shiver ran through her spine as the beast exhaled, the blast of hot air sending her long, brown locks billowing for a moment. Being this close to a creature that could easily tear her in two was causing a strange mixture of fear, curiosity and maybe a small ~~(huge)~~ bit of excitement to begin welling up in her chest.
Pushing said emotions down for a moment, the vault dweller put her hands on the beast's shoulders, tits hanging freely as her gaze flickered down to the sizable pouch hanging between his legs. After a moment, she took a deep breath and drew her leg back.
\*Whud!\*
The deathclaw visibly flinched as Alice drove her foot up between his thighs, balls deforming nicely around her boot as they were subsequently squashed against his pelvis as another crooning moan emanated from its throat. However, the vault gal didn't pay attention to that, her gaze still focused on the beast's battered ballsack as she drew her leg back once more.
\*Thump!\*
Another harsh punt to the spuds had the deathclaw curling in on himself somewhat, teeth grit as pain clearly rolled through his tense body in waves. However, Alice knew it wasn't enough. The thing was in agony no doubt, that much was obvious, but he wasn't incapacitated yet. She brought her foot back once again.
\*Wham!\*
\*Thud!\*
\*Bam!\*
\*Whump!\*
\*Crunch!\*
Kick after kick was slammed into the deathclaw's unfortunate malehood, each powerful, gut-churning blow crushing both orbs against the unforgiving bone of his pelvis. Alice didn't relent, no matter how the deathclaw moaned and groaned after every punt, no matter how much the beast's rock-hard erection throbbed and splurted out puddles of precum ~~(briefly, she wondered what it would taste like)~~. She simply stayed the course, slamming perhaps dozens of kicks home between the deathclaw's thighs as she silently prayed that it would finally collapse.
It took a few minutes of non-stop kicking, but the poor guy finally did collapse in a groaning, moaning, ball-busted heap on the ground, claws wrapped protectively around his freshly mangled orbs as Alice took a step back, panting heavily. She'd been kicking the deathclaw's sack for upwards of 15 minutes straight, so by the time he'd finally collapsed, she was damn-near exhausted, heart racing and body practically covered in sweat.
After taking a moment to catch her breath, Alice looked over the prone form of the deathclaw who's nuts she just thoroughly crushed. The guy looked...positively pathetic, curled up in the fetal position, panting heavily as low groans emanated from him. If it weren't for the fact that a few minutes ago, he'd been trying to eat her, she'd have probably felt a little bad. As it was, she was going to get away while she could, lest she find out exactly how quickly a deathclaw could recover from a few dozen consecutive nutshots.
She ran as fast as she could back in the direction of the vault, unaware of the squinted, glowing red eyes following after her.
\*\*\*\*\*
“Alice?”
Blinking, Alice slowly leaned her head up from where it had been resting on her bunk to see one of the vault guards (Derick, she thought his name was?) peeking into the room. Upon seeing her eyes on him, the guard continued.
“Come with me please. The Overseer needs to speak with you.”
Brow furrowing in confusion, Alice stood up from her bed, following after Derick as the two made their way to the nearby elevator. After entering, the guardsman pressed the button for floor 1 and the doors rattled closed a moment later.
‘What the hell does the Overseer want with me?’ The vault gal silently wondered during her ascent. ‘Sure, I didn’t manage to bring back much useful after yesterday, but he understood why.’
Upon returning to the vault after her harrowing experience the day before, Alice had given the Overseer, an older man in his late 50’s, the rundown of what had occurred (after she had changed into a new jumpsuit, as there was no way she was just gonna let the guy ogle her tits). He’d been somewhat irritated at the utter lack of materials she’d brought back, but had understood that it had been a matter of life or death.
Luckily, Aaron had returned a few hours later and had seen much better luck in finding stuff to bring back to the vault, which greatly helped lift the Overseer’s mood.
Regardless, she’d thought it was all over and done with. However, obviously, it wasn’t quite yet.
Leaving Derick by the door, Alice stepped into the Overseer’s office and was somewhat surprised to see not just the Overseer, but the head scientist and biggest brain in the vault, a tall, lanky lady by the name of Dr. Megan. There was a laptop sitting on the Overseer’s desk, facing away from Alice as she walked in.
“Ah, Alice. Good to see you.” The Overseer greeted with a slight smile, standing up and gesturing to Dr. Megan. “Doctor, this is the girl who had the encounter with a deathclaw yesterday.”
“I figured.” The blonde-haired woman chuckled, reaching out to shake Alice’s hand. “I’m glad to meet you, we have some things to talk about.”
Alice merely blinked in surprise as she returned the handshake. “Do we?” She inquired, still very much confused.
Dr. Megan nodded. “Indeed, specifically about what happened yesterday. The Overseer tells me that you encountered a deathclaw during a supply run but managed to escape it?”
Alice nodded. She’d given a somewhat modified testimony of what had occurred, as there was no way she was going to tell the Overseer that she’d busted a deathclaw’s balls. Word traveled fast in the vault, and the last thing she needed was to be made into a laughingstock or something.
“How exactly did you manage to escape it?” The scientist asked, her pointed tone of voice giving Alice pause.
Instead of answering, she instead posed a question of her own. “Why does that matter, exactly?”
At this, Dr. Megan grinned before spinning her laptop around so that Alice could see the screen. On said screen was camera footage displaying just outside the vault door, the time stamp informing her that said footage was from just after midnight last night. With a click of a button, the footage started playing.
After watching a minute or so of absolutely nothing, Alice opened her mouth to ask what she was supposed to be looking for. However, the words almost immediately died in her throat as she saw something arrive at the vault door.
It was a deathclaw. Not just a deathclaw, but \*the\* deathclaw, the same one who’s balls she’d thoroughly busted the day before.
Logically, she knew, it could have been any deathclaw. It wasn’t like the one she’d encountered had any special markings or features to make it stand out ~~(except maybe his \*massive\* nu-)~~ and as such, she has no way of telling if it truly was the same one. However, her gut was telling her, practically screaming really, that this was same one.
Flabbergasted, Alice watched as the beast slowly padded up to the large, rolling door, nose high in the air as he sniffed around. After a few moments, he turned to the vault door, a clawed hand gently scratching the tough metal as the thing…did it just whine?
“What…?” Alice breathed, eyes as wide as dinner plates as she watched the beast pad around a little bit more before laying down a short distance away, seemingly going to sleep.
“Interesting fact about deathclaw society.” Megan spoke, drawing Alice’s gaze. “It’s a matriarchal one, where the females hold a majority, if not all of the power. When it comes to relationships, the females are the ones to choose their mates, and they do so by busting the balls of any eligible male they desire.” At that, Alice’s stomach turned to lead.
‘Busting the balls…? W-wait…’
“I managed to get a quick scan…” the scientist continued, unaware of Alice’s growing plight. “…and discovered that this is a newly full-grown male, likely only having reached maturity around a week ago, at most.”
“…what…” Alice felt like her mouth was full of cotton. “…what does that mean, then?” She asked, hoping and praying that she’d misunderstood something, because otherwise, if she’d understood Dr. Megan correctly, then that meant…
After a moment of consideration, Dr. Megan replied entirely too enthusiastically. “Well, I suppose it means congratulations!”
“…for what…?” Alice hesitatingly asked.
“On your new marriage!”
…
…
“WHAT!!!!??”
