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First time I have ever posted an art with an alt! (Other is on FA)\n\nAfter a long bit of wait, its here! I commissioned my good friend RichardsonSquared; she is the artist!\n\nI am forever grateful for this piece to finally be shown to light, such an idea it was too!\nPlus, I have quite a thing for Breeding Mounts! As always, I wrote a tale to accompany the artpiece with this, enjoy!\n\nCharacters are my Deathclaw, John Lambert\nSilhouette in the background is Cynthia.\n______________________________________________________\n\n“John. If you could please come to my room, I have something I want to show you!” I announced over the intercom, quickly trotting my way to my magnum opus of a creation. I threw a quick cover over it and hastily dragged it over to my totally innocent observation room. I didn't give away any details to let anyone else in on my plan. This was for John and me, mainly John. \n\nMy assumption of the Deathclaw taking multiple minutes to heed my call gave me ample time to bolt it down at all four of its legs within its already pre-placed hinges. My welding sounds would be none too apparent to everyone else around. I've tested countless nights to soundproof this room entirely. Even an experimentation of my own whims of…personal gratification. Purposely being as loud as possible led me to believe it was a success! \n\nWell, that, or everyone else just didn't want to mention, or ask why the crazy science lady was moaning like a whore on happy hour a few nights ago! I'll see if John can hold back the whims of his instincts enough…\n\nJust a few more adjustments, an elevation here in the back, and…perfect! He should have no issue having his wicked way with the thing! Given the tests I've performed were all hypothetical, this should be sturdy enough. I am hoping…it will hold. Looking at the thing, I was skeptical. Maybe it wasn't ready? I need to test the design~.\n\nI grabbed at the front of the device and gave it the most firm shake I could muster. It didn't even budge! Oh, to be a lowly woman. Not at all an accurate display of raw, horny Deathclaw ragging! \n\nThe thought alone filled me with an unreasonable amount of excitement. Less perverse than the scenario might entail. I've yet to see the giant lizard in any kind of action in a pure, raw, physical sense. I got a small glimpse when he overflowed that bucket. I wanted to explore every facet of this taking reptile! He's so not indulged! How am I supposed to work with that kind of reservation? \n\nWith little more time to prepare, this will have to work. I can always improve the design. The only issue was finding the proper car seat parts to sew together. Gotta make it seamless! The goal isn't to trick him like an animal, no. He's going to have to get into it. I foresee some issues with that. I don't even know how it will feel inside! With how I lined it entirely with malleable gelatin. I am accounting for ridges and length. Maximum assumed pleasure. It's all theory! His natural lube should suffice for entry and use.\n\nI haven't prepared the observation room yet! I was going to take notes on his performance; he's not even here yet. Chill, Cynthia! It's not like impressions of the idea need to be good, lest he not be wanting to try again! Such an angsty Deathclaw. I hope this will help him relax. Or he'll just get performance anxiety, oh dear. \n\nI will ignore that possibility for the moment. He's still not here. Was he sleeping? I swear, if I have to wake him after all this prep work, I'm going to be…understanding. He'll show. He hasn't let me down on requests just yet. \n\nIt didn't occur to me that maybe he's not wanting to show because of my efforts to collect his fluids. I'm just trying to figure out his infertility! How else am I going to do that? \n\nI gathered up my loose and blank papers. I am having big expectations. While I will note his performance, I also want to see how durable the device is. With my clipboard in hand, I left the soundproof corner of my laboratory and sat by the entry office door. I avoided my lining to tables and various junked items and experiments. While I do like having the space to myself, I don't really have anyone to share my ideas with. John listens, yes. But his smarts and my smarts are entirely different. He still *thinks* like that of an irradiated lizard.\n\nJust act natural! I spun in the old computer chair to face the door. I heard his signature paced steps across the wood-lined floor of this old resort. Judging from the way he was walking; he just woke up a short while ago. \n\nHe opened the door and peered in. The first thing I always notice are those glistening amber eyes in his ducked down position from the doorway. He went to knock on the side of the wall but noticed me before doing it. He sighed quietly and asked. “You called for me. Did you need help with something?” \n\nI watched him duck under the doorway and enter the room. Crossing my legs, I turn on the chair to face him, looking up. “Yes, and no. You're going to be helping me, help you!” \n\nThe look of curious terror in his eyes. “Cynthia…last time you said something like this, I ended up enjoying a bucket a little too much!” He stepped a foot back, almost entirely, to the door. Like he wanted to leave so soon! \n\nI quickly rose from my seat and approached him. “Wait, wait, wait. Sorry, I don't mean to be so crude. I am just trying to make this fun for us both.”\n\nHe just turned his head, not his whole body asking me. “What if I don't want that?” \n\nOh, John. “We both know that's a lie! Come on, you bashful lizard! This is only between us, you, me. No one else. Your needy secrets are safe with me.” I reached down and grabbed his middle largest claw. “Will you follow me? I have something I want you to try.”\n\nHe yawned slightly and looked down at my entire hand, grasping his index claw. “I suppose so. I can at least give it a look. Not like you'll tell me on the way there!”\n\nI pulled him along past the tables and various shelves. “That is correct, sir! But only because this is best for something you see for yourself. It'll make sense, I promise.”\n\nHe grumbled and allowed me to drag him to the room I already prepped. I know he wasn't actually being pulled by me. Our difference in strength was immense. The walking was all his doing. I adjusted the doorway to allow him entry without ducking. \n\nI noted where he was looking. The massive thin pane of glass that separated the two rooms was the first thing he noticed and then the covered device in the middle of the room. The metal lined walls. I renovated the room to be safe, secure, and private. \n\nI cleared my throat and closed the door behind us and latched it shut. “Okay, John! Now that I have you trapped,” I teased with a slight grin. “Did you have questions before I sell you on my idea?” \n\nJohn only made some semblance to crossing his arms, and he tapped his right foot against the ground. The metal flooring creaked and shifted under his weight. He glanced around the room in a nervous fashion. I could tell. “Cynthia, I…understand why you didn't want me poking around these last few days now.” \n\nHe approached deeper into the room, passing the covered device and walked along the edge of the glass till he reached the corner and returned to the opposite side. Likely getting a feel for the room. “I take it from the layout of that room. That's where you will be?” He asked, gently tapping on the glass. \n\n“That is correct! Do you…want to see the main attraction of this room or discover for yourself?” I just wanted to give him options to help make him more comfortable. \n\nHe looked back at me with much uncertainty. I could only imagine what was going through his head right now. “It's your creation. I know you're just dying to tell me all about it. Go ahead,” he smiled, turning around to face the middle device. \n\nI tried to prepare myself for this beforehand. Now that I'm here, with John in front of me, I'm stumped! “We-well,” I turned my back to him and ran my hand along the cover. Adjusting my coat with the other, I faced him once more, ready! “This device I have so graciously created and placed into this room is a mount! Not just any mount, it's a breeding mount, a collection device!” I said enthusiastically, hoping his reaction would follow. \n\nHe looked down at the thing and approached. Looking more curious than anything. “I can't say I've ever…seen something of the sort.” he paused and stood behind me. “I thought you got enough samples from our…bucket escapade?” He chuckled. \n\nI tapped the end of the mount with my palm and looked up at him with mischievous intent. “That's just the thing, John! I took all of that into account when I formed the concept! This thing here. Is purely a pleasure device!” \n\n“You made me a…glorified sex toy?” He asked me, looking at the device. \n\nI gripped the cover and tugged it off. The massively brown blanket I folded into my arms. “I'll let you…get a feel for the thing while I put its cover away.” \n\nCreeping my way behind him, I took a mental note of his initial reaction. He kinda just stood there. He poked it from the actual intended front of the thing and felt along its surface. I set the cover down in a far corner and observed. \n\nDespite his deadly claws; he was gentle. I imagine that will change once he gets at it! “I am impressed at its…let's call it ingenuity. The four limbs for support, the angled design. You thought this through!”\n\nI couldn't help but chuckle at his notice. “This is the first design, too. It's gone through changes, of course. It wasn't just a one and done deal. But, the final part lies on you,” \n\n“On me, really?” He looked at the mount and then back to me with his tongue slightly out. \n\nJohn, you aren't that clueless! “I need you to test my design! I measured and made it special to your…personal dimensions. But, without proper data, how can I know how well I did?” \n\nI looked at him with an innocence, but the truth of it was, I wanted to see him in action. I made this mount as much for him as well as myself. The notes I could take…\n\nHe positioned himself on the front of it. Placing both his hands on the edge, and sighed, looking at me with uncertainty. “I don't mean to sound rude, Cynthia, but…I can't see myself getting into this thing. There isn't any, er, influence to entice me. You understand?” \n\nI strolled behind him and grabbed at his hips, playfully minding the tail swaying between my legs. “Well, silly! You're on the wrong side, for one. The entry point is on the opposite end!”\n\nHe quickly adjusted himself, scooting to the other end. “I…knew that. So it's open-ended entirely. It doesn't do any kind of collection?” \n\n“Like I said,” I tapped the adjacent edge of the mount from him with my palm. “I made this with the intention of it being strictly pleasurable. No collection, no gimmick to hinder your enjoyment. I designed the mount to be used as raw and feral as you like!” \n\nHe played along. Positioning himself as if he was going to have his way with it. Leaning down, he tugged at the support legs and reared back up. “What if I break the thing?”\n\n“Heh, why do you ask that?” I inquired, circling him. \n\nHe only shook his head. “Just wondering. This thing could snap at the slightest increase or push of weight!”\n\nOh, John. Just ask me if you can be rough! “Well, that's why I need you to test its durability! I'm not a Deathclaw rutting! The best I could do was shake at its hinges.” \n\n“How do you propose I…”\n\n“John, please. I've already seen it! Just arouse yourself and go at it!” \n\nHe stammered, leaning on the mount. “Ju-just like that?”\n\n“What did you think it was going to entice you?” I teased.\n\n“Well, no, I never used a device before! I've never had a sex toy at all. My hand has always sufficed when I wasn't desperate enough for a Matriarch…” he looked at his right hand before leaning back onto the mount and looking at me. \n\n“Aw, you poor thing. Don't worry, I have sound proofed these walls. No one will hear a thing. This is just our private time.”\n\nHe grumbled. “You intend to observe me?” \n\n“How else will I see how yo- the mount performs?”\n\n“You can always check it after!” He exclaimed, but his tail was swaying. His body language didn't match his words. He was excited.\n\nI grew confident. “Oh, hush, John! You liked the last time my eyes were upon you. Go on,” I say, leaned up at him, elevating off my toe tips. “Breed that mount.”\n\n“Cynthia!” He shouted. \n\n“What?” I just asked. \n\nHe rumbled in his chest and adjusted his stance. “Can you-”\n\n“OH, wait. Hold on!” I paused him on the spot. Opening my lab coat to take out a clipboard to write on. “Okay, proceed! Don't worry, these are only for me.”\n\nHe shifted his legs and pulled at the mount, gripping one of the four legs and gave it a proper tug. “It seems much more sturdy than I initially thought. What do you want me to do, exactly?”\n\nI leaned against the glass and said. “I want you to enjoy yourself! But, as for what I really want. I want you to lose yourself. Let those instincts you keep so locked away free. Release yourself in the most carnal way possible!” \n\nHe tapped the end of the mount with his claws. “I don't think we should tap into that part of me, Cynthia. Instincts aren't meant to be toyed with.” \n\nSo you don't deny it! “What's the worst that can happen? You break the mount? That's okay! I built it to be destroyed so I can improve upon it. Go on, do your worst!”\n\n“You realize what is being asked of me?”\n\nI smiled assuredly. “Of course, dear, John. In every regard. I want you to enjoy yourself. Pleasure of the flesh, in such a carnal degree, can do you good. Don't ignore your urges. It's not healthy.” \n\nHe sighed. “You're right, Cynthia. I have quite a…internalized desire. Let's say.” \n\n“Then let it out! I won't judge or think differently of you. You're a fascinating creature, John. One with natural urges that need fulfilled.” \n\nHe held his hands up and said. “Okay, okay, Cynthia. You've made a good few points. I'll test your mount. I will…try to lose myself, as you so eagerly put it.” \n\nI gave him a nod with a smile. “I will watch you from behind the glass. I will still be able to talk and see everything. My presence shouldn't distract, just act natural, you needy lizard.” \n\nHe turned to face me as I entered through the doorway on the far side and went to the observation table. I could see past his haunches because of the angle he was at. Perfect!\n\nI watched as he reached down and slowly caressed his crotch. I knew he could tease himself to arousal from our collection before. He tried his best to focus on the task at hand, er, claw.\n\nHe slit folds spread between his scales. I was always impressed by how his anatomy hid his most intimate bits. No visible look at his slit unless aroused. \n\nI could just spot the tip of his cock peeking out. He worked, arousing himself like an absolute professional. He never hid the fact he was quite avid in pleasuring his body. \n\nJohn gripped at his erecting cock and behind to stroke it until it reached its full length. He kept stroking it, easing out his natural leakage of pre. He seems a lot less embarrassed as he gets going. \n\nHe looked back at my darkened form from behind the glass and asked. “I just…enter? Nothing else?” \n\nI chuckled at his question. “No, John. Nothing else. Just gotta have your wicked way with. No taking it to dinner first.” \n\nI heard a small chuckle from him echo throughout the room. Good sign! He lined himself up with the opening of the mount and pressed his cock tip against it. \n\nHe was actually smart here. I witnessed him hold his tip against the opening to help naturally lube it up. He stroked his member, spreading his thighs and getting more and more confident and comfortable with the concept. \n\nOnce it got properly wetted enough, he leaned on it fully to test its tolerance to his weight. Grabbing at the furthest right side support leg, he took the initial plunge! \n\n That initial growl that rumbled from him as he eased himself into the confines of the mount. I wish I was recording! I could already see his tongue out of his mouth in bliss. Seems I picked the perfect material! \n\nHe already bucked his hips. Plunging his cock in and out rapidly. “Oooh, Goodness! Cynthia, this feels incredible!” He called out. \n\nOkay, noted! The largest benefit of this design is that it will retract and form as he thrusts into it. So each plunge feels as great as the last. \n\nHe doesn't know I set it up in such a way that I can see both sides from where I'm standing. Reflections and because of the angle of the lights, it would be too much to distract from the scene of John's first mount experience.\n\nHe had already picked up the pace. Through various pants, huffs and breaths. He was a very rhythmic thruster! Delving his cock in and out in such a fashion. \n\nI was a little jealous of that mount! \n\nThat face too. Oh, that precious expressive pleasure he displays. With his impressive forked tongue doing all the talking it needs. Flapping from his muzzle. \n\nHe wasn't keeping the pace for long. But he was speeding up. I couldn't tell from his ridges just yet, but he was holding back the orgasm! That much I knew. \n\nJohn repeatedly hilted and unhilted the mount in an almost reckless fashion. It certainly wasn't compassionate! His eyes widened, and I knew from the expeditious rolling of his hips, it was near; he was near! \n\nI could hear the heavy breaths picking up more and more. The snarls as his ridges squeezed so intimately within the confines of the mount. I could only imagine the sensation of grazing his ridges while they flared up against the squishy interior, squelching from the copious amounts of pre that plastered the insides. \n\nOh dear. I found myself reaching down my pants! Focus, Cynthia, notes! You're taking notes. \n\nI'm sure some enjoyment won't hurt, not like he could tell. I smiled to myself at my secretive glass. It'll be nothing but darkness from his perspective! One way visual. \n\nI didn't even set my clipboard down before I heard it. The massive growl from John. It shook the entire bounds of the room! His orgasm had struck. To his credit, he held longer than I expected! \n\nThe first burst shot right through the mount's opening end and splattered across the ground. Another and then another! All coagulation onto the same messy splat. He watched intently as burst after burst combined. He shuddered and kept pounding throughout it all. \n\nHearing the thick ropes of cum constantly splatting against the floor gave me quite the turn on. Each strand was potent enough to make an audible sound when it hit the ground. \n\nOh, goodness! He pulled out completely and rubbed his still ejaculating member on the upper end of the mount! The Deathclaw reared himself upright and just unloaded onto the top of the breeding mount. Grinding his ridges against the leather. He even splattered his hand that held the top of the mount! What a dirty Deathclaw. \n\nHe stood there as his orgasm finally relented. Panting heavily. He took only a mere moment to gather himself. Cock still throbbing with full carnal need. \n\nJohn didn't relent in his treatment of the mount. Gripping into the leather, he scraped into it entirely with his cummy hand. Leaving quite the mark on it! He did, in more ways than just digging his claws into it. \n\nI could tell that he might as well be in a completely different dimension! Growling like an animal, he shoved the entirety of his cock back into the messy, sloppy insides of the mount. \n\nHis cum made for an excellent lube on the reentry. Absolutely no resistance for him to have his wicked way with it. \n\nIt made me wonder what he was thinking of? He hasn't closed his eyes a lot to imagine anything. \n\nHe spread his haunches and slammed his slit against the breeding mount's opening. Swaying his tail quickly. Each subsequent thrust caused any strands of cum inside to leak from both sides. His first orgasm was explosive! \n\nAll four legs began to bend and creak under the force of his thrusting. Using his large hind claw, he gripped against the back right support leg and pressed himself down onto the whole thing with a snarling huff. He was in full animal mode right now. \n\nIt was…very sexy to see him so into it. \n\nHe pressed his entire being into the mount as he bred the thing. He was so enthusiastic in his hip movements. No longer constrained by his skepticism, he let all notions of control go. He rutted the device like the beast he was. \n\nJohn huffed and puffed his way through the whole thing. Rolling his hips in erratic motions. It was inconsistent and raw. This is the desire that he's bottled up! This is what he's been holding in. It was so primal, and beautiful in a way. Despite his sentience and knowledge. Deep down at heart. He's still a Wasteland beast. \n\nDespite having just had an orgasm not moments ago. He was nearing another. These things, I can just tell. From his body language to his expressive tonguing. The consistent shuddering and shivering of his form. \n\nHe didn't just hilt himself this time; he pressed his entire crotch into the mount. Pressing so hard against it that the bolts broke from their hinges! The sheer force and strength of this beast's desire was clear! \n\nWith a huff from his nostrils and a flex of his tongue, it happened again. His second orgasm burst forth from the mount's opening. Much like before, he didn't slow down. Slamming his haunches into the now unsteadily supported mount. \n\nHe leaned into the streams of cum. Angling his muzzle in such a way to catch the burst within his mouth. While he was still hilted and ejaculating within. After a few gulps, he leaned back up and let the rest of his pleasure flow, his mouth dripping with what he caught. In a pleasured, cummy breath. \n\nThe mess clung to his tongue and chin. He just continued to unload his second climax against the floor. Shooting out in thick streams, it seemed never ending! The second orgasm mixed with the first in a sloppy, strandy pile in front of the mount. That isn't even counting the small puddle that formed under him.\n\nHe held himself fully in without thrusting for the last few spurts. His tail finally rested on the ground. He looked like he was going to collapse on the thing! \n\nThrough heavy breaths, he swallowed the cum strands that clung to his tongue and pulled himself back out of the mount. It was effectively leaking from both sides. You could tell he admired his mess. \n\nHe leaned himself down against the glass and looked in my direction. I could tell from that alone that he had to be sated for the moment. \n\nI let him rest as I finished my notes. Overall, the test was a success! It seems I'm going to need to refine the supports of the mount's legs. I placed my clipboard on the table and removed my hand from my pants. Wiping on my coat, I gathered myself. \n\nI was shaking from excitement still! \n\n“How are you feeling, John?” I asked as I left my room. God, it had a strong aroma! \n\nHe flopped onto the ground against the glass and looked over at the mount. Mouth agape. “Incredible!” \n\n“Ah, I see you're back within the realm of self-awareness. You let loose sooner than I expected.”\n\nHe laughed feebly. “I was never unaware of what I was doing. But I don't deny the feeling got me going well.” \n\n“Good, boy.” I placed a hand on his head and rubbed it. “You performed excellently. Got me off real good!” \n\n“I'm glad you enjoyed the show! Sorry I bent the legs…” he said, pressing into my hand with his head. \n\n“You're alright, John,” I assured him. “Take a breather and help me clean this up, yeah?” I didn't look forward to it. \n\n“Clean up?” He asked with a wicked, fang filled grin. “Dear, Cynthia. I am not done with this thing yet! I just need to rest a moment.” He spread his legs, revealing himself being still fully erect. Throbbing shamelessly. \n\nI found myself just staring for the moment. “Oh, by all means, then. Go again!” I pulled up a chair from the corner. “I will witness this more intimately.” Unbuckling my belt, I readied myself for him to continue~.\n\n\nEnd:", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Here it is, this is the no internal view version! First time I have ever posted an art with an alt! (Other is on FA)

After a long bit of wait, its here! I commissioned my good friend RichardsonSquared; she is the artist!

I am forever grateful for this piece to finally be shown to light, such an idea it was too!
Plus, I have quite a thing for Breeding Mounts! As always, I wrote a tale to accompany the artpiece with this, enjoy!

Characters are my Deathclaw, John Lambert
Silhouette in the background is Cynthia.
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“John. If you could please come to my room, I have something I want to show you!” I announced over the intercom, quickly trotting my way to my magnum opus of a creation. I threw a quick cover over it and hastily dragged it over to my totally innocent observation room. I didn't give away any details to let anyone else in on my plan. This was for John and me, mainly John.

My assumption of the Deathclaw taking multiple minutes to heed my call gave me ample time to bolt it down at all four of its legs within its already pre-placed hinges. My welding sounds would be none too apparent to everyone else around. I've tested countless nights to soundproof this room entirely. Even an experimentation of my own whims of…personal gratification. Purposely being as loud as possible led me to believe it was a success!

Well, that, or everyone else just didn't want to mention, or ask why the crazy science lady was moaning like a whore on happy hour a few nights ago! I'll see if John can hold back the whims of his instincts enough…

Just a few more adjustments, an elevation here in the back, and…perfect! He should have no issue having his wicked way with the thing! Given the tests I've performed were all hypothetical, this should be sturdy enough. I am hoping…it will hold. Looking at the thing, I was skeptical. Maybe it wasn't ready? I need to test the design~.

I grabbed at the front of the device and gave it the most firm shake I could muster. It didn't even budge! Oh, to be a lowly woman. Not at all an accurate display of raw, horny Deathclaw ragging!

The thought alone filled me with an unreasonable amount of excitement. Less perverse than the scenario might entail. I've yet to see the giant lizard in any kind of action in a pure, raw, physical sense. I got a small glimpse when he overflowed that bucket. I wanted to explore every facet of this taking reptile! He's so not indulged! How am I supposed to work with that kind of reservation?

With little more time to prepare, this will have to work. I can always improve the design. The only issue was finding the proper car seat parts to sew together. Gotta make it seamless! The goal isn't to trick him like an animal, no. He's going to have to get into it. I foresee some issues with that. I don't even know how it will feel inside! With how I lined it entirely with malleable gelatin. I am accounting for ridges and length. Maximum assumed pleasure. It's all theory! His natural lube should suffice for entry and use.

I haven't prepared the observation room yet! I was going to take notes on his performance; he's not even here yet. Chill, Cynthia! It's not like impressions of the idea need to be good, lest he not be wanting to try again! Such an angsty Deathclaw. I hope this will help him relax. Or he'll just get performance anxiety, oh dear.

I will ignore that possibility for the moment. He's still not here. Was he sleeping? I swear, if I have to wake him after all this prep work, I'm going to be…understanding. He'll show. He hasn't let me down on requests just yet.

It didn't occur to me that maybe he's not wanting to show because of my efforts to collect his fluids. I'm just trying to figure out his infertility! How else am I going to do that?

I gathered up my loose and blank papers. I am having big expectations. While I will note his performance, I also want to see how durable the device is. With my clipboard in hand, I left the soundproof corner of my laboratory and sat by the entry office door. I avoided my lining to tables and various junked items and experiments. While I do like having the space to myself, I don't really have anyone to share my ideas with. John listens, yes. But his smarts and my smarts are entirely different. He still *thinks* like that of an irradiated lizard.

Just act natural! I spun in the old computer chair to face the door. I heard his signature paced steps across the wood-lined floor of this old resort. Judging from the way he was walking; he just woke up a short while ago.

He opened the door and peered in. The first thing I always notice are those glistening amber eyes in his ducked down position from the doorway. He went to knock on the side of the wall but noticed me before doing it. He sighed quietly and asked. “You called for me. Did you need help with something?”

I watched him duck under the doorway and enter the room. Crossing my legs, I turn on the chair to face him, looking up. “Yes, and no. You're going to be helping me, help you!”

The look of curious terror in his eyes. “Cynthia…last time you said something like this, I ended up enjoying a bucket a little too much!” He stepped a foot back, almost entirely, to the door. Like he wanted to leave so soon!

I quickly rose from my seat and approached him. “Wait, wait, wait. Sorry, I don't mean to be so crude. I am just trying to make this fun for us both.”

He just turned his head, not his whole body asking me. “What if I don't want that?”

Oh, John. “We both know that's a lie! Come on, you bashful lizard! This is only between us, you, me. No one else. Your needy secrets are safe with me.” I reached down and grabbed his middle largest claw. “Will you follow me? I have something I want you to try.”

He yawned slightly and looked down at my entire hand, grasping his index claw. “I suppose so. I can at least give it a look. Not like you'll tell me on the way there!”

I pulled him along past the tables and various shelves. “That is correct, sir! But only because this is best for something you see for yourself. It'll make sense, I promise.”

He grumbled and allowed me to drag him to the room I already prepped. I know he wasn't actually being pulled by me. Our difference in strength was immense. The walking was all his doing. I adjusted the doorway to allow him entry without ducking.

I noted where he was looking. The massive thin pane of glass that separated the two rooms was the first thing he noticed and then the covered device in the middle of the room. The metal lined walls. I renovated the room to be safe, secure, and private.

I cleared my throat and closed the door behind us and latched it shut. “Okay, John! Now that I have you trapped,” I teased with a slight grin. “Did you have questions before I sell you on my idea?”

John only made some semblance to crossing his arms, and he tapped his right foot against the ground. The metal flooring creaked and shifted under his weight. He glanced around the room in a nervous fashion. I could tell. “Cynthia, I…understand why you didn't want me poking around these last few days now.”

He approached deeper into the room, passing the covered device and walked along the edge of the glass till he reached the corner and returned to the opposite side. Likely getting a feel for the room. “I take it from the layout of that room. That's where you will be?” He asked, gently tapping on the glass.

“That is correct! Do you…want to see the main attraction of this room or discover for yourself?” I just wanted to give him options to help make him more comfortable.

He looked back at me with much uncertainty. I could only imagine what was going through his head right now. “It's your creation. I know you're just dying to tell me all about it. Go ahead,” he smiled, turning around to face the middle device.

I tried to prepare myself for this beforehand. Now that I'm here, with John in front of me, I'm stumped! “We-well,” I turned my back to him and ran my hand along the cover. Adjusting my coat with the other, I faced him once more, ready! “This device I have so graciously created and placed into this room is a mount! Not just any mount, it's a breeding mount, a collection device!” I said enthusiastically, hoping his reaction would follow.

He looked down at the thing and approached. Looking more curious than anything. “I can't say I've ever…seen something of the sort.” he paused and stood behind me. “I thought you got enough samples from our…bucket escapade?” He chuckled.

I tapped the end of the mount with my palm and looked up at him with mischievous intent. “That's just the thing, John! I took all of that into account when I formed the concept! This thing here. Is purely a pleasure device!”

“You made me a…glorified sex toy?” He asked me, looking at the device.

I gripped the cover and tugged it off. The massively brown blanket I folded into my arms. “I'll let you…get a feel for the thing while I put its cover away.”

Creeping my way behind him, I took a mental note of his initial reaction. He kinda just stood there. He poked it from the actual intended front of the thing and felt along its surface. I set the cover down in a far corner and observed.

Despite his deadly claws; he was gentle. I imagine that will change once he gets at it! “I am impressed at its…let's call it ingenuity. The four limbs for support, the angled design. You thought this through!”

I couldn't help but chuckle at his notice. “This is the first design, too. It's gone through changes, of course. It wasn't just a one and done deal. But, the final part lies on you,”

“On me, really?” He looked at the mount and then back to me with his tongue slightly out.

John, you aren't that clueless! “I need you to test my design! I measured and made it special to your…personal dimensions. But, without proper data, how can I know how well I did?”

I looked at him with an innocence, but the truth of it was, I wanted to see him in action. I made this mount as much for him as well as myself. The notes I could take…

He positioned himself on the front of it. Placing both his hands on the edge, and sighed, looking at me with uncertainty. “I don't mean to sound rude, Cynthia, but…I can't see myself getting into this thing. There isn't any, er, influence to entice me. You understand?”

I strolled behind him and grabbed at his hips, playfully minding the tail swaying between my legs. “Well, silly! You're on the wrong side, for one. The entry point is on the opposite end!”

He quickly adjusted himself, scooting to the other end. “I…knew that. So it's open-ended entirely. It doesn't do any kind of collection?”

“Like I said,” I tapped the adjacent edge of the mount from him with my palm. “I made this with the intention of it being strictly pleasurable. No collection, no gimmick to hinder your enjoyment. I designed the mount to be used as raw and feral as you like!”

He played along. Positioning himself as if he was going to have his way with it. Leaning down, he tugged at the support legs and reared back up. “What if I break the thing?”

“Heh, why do you ask that?” I inquired, circling him.

He only shook his head. “Just wondering. This thing could snap at the slightest increase or push of weight!”

Oh, John. Just ask me if you can be rough! “Well, that's why I need you to test its durability! I'm not a Deathclaw rutting! The best I could do was shake at its hinges.”

“How do you propose I…”

“John, please. I've already seen it! Just arouse yourself and go at it!”

He stammered, leaning on the mount. “Ju-just like that?”

“What did you think it was going to entice you?” I teased.

“Well, no, I never used a device before! I've never had a sex toy at all. My hand has always sufficed when I wasn't desperate enough for a Matriarch…” he looked at his right hand before leaning back onto the mount and looking at me.

“Aw, you poor thing. Don't worry, I have sound proofed these walls. No one will hear a thing. This is just our private time.”

He grumbled. “You intend to observe me?”

“How else will I see how yo- the mount performs?”

“You can always check it after!” He exclaimed, but his tail was swaying. His body language didn't match his words. He was excited.

I grew confident. “Oh, hush, John! You liked the last time my eyes were upon you. Go on,” I say, leaned up at him, elevating off my toe tips. “Breed that mount.”

“Cynthia!” He shouted.

“What?” I just asked.

He rumbled in his chest and adjusted his stance. “Can you-”

“OH, wait. Hold on!” I paused him on the spot. Opening my lab coat to take out a clipboard to write on. “Okay, proceed! Don't worry, these are only for me.”

He shifted his legs and pulled at the mount, gripping one of the four legs and gave it a proper tug. “It seems much more sturdy than I initially thought. What do you want me to do, exactly?”

I leaned against the glass and said. “I want you to enjoy yourself! But, as for what I really want. I want you to lose yourself. Let those instincts you keep so locked away free. Release yourself in the most carnal way possible!”

He tapped the end of the mount with his claws. “I don't think we should tap into that part of me, Cynthia. Instincts aren't meant to be toyed with.”

So you don't deny it! “What's the worst that can happen? You break the mount? That's okay! I built it to be destroyed so I can improve upon it. Go on, do your worst!”

“You realize what is being asked of me?”

I smiled assuredly. “Of course, dear, John. In every regard. I want you to enjoy yourself. Pleasure of the flesh, in such a carnal degree, can do you good. Don't ignore your urges. It's not healthy.”

He sighed. “You're right, Cynthia. I have quite a…internalized desire. Let's say.”

“Then let it out! I won't judge or think differently of you. You're a fascinating creature, John. One with natural urges that need fulfilled.”

He held his hands up and said. “Okay, okay, Cynthia. You've made a good few points. I'll test your mount. I will…try to lose myself, as you so eagerly put it.”

I gave him a nod with a smile. “I will watch you from behind the glass. I will still be able to talk and see everything. My presence shouldn't distract, just act natural, you needy lizard.”

He turned to face me as I entered through the doorway on the far side and went to the observation table. I could see past his haunches because of the angle he was at. Perfect!

I watched as he reached down and slowly caressed his crotch. I knew he could tease himself to arousal from our collection before. He tried his best to focus on the task at hand, er, claw.

He slit folds spread between his scales. I was always impressed by how his anatomy hid his most intimate bits. No visible look at his slit unless aroused.

I could just spot the tip of his cock peeking out. He worked, arousing himself like an absolute professional. He never hid the fact he was quite avid in pleasuring his body.

John gripped at his erecting cock and behind to stroke it until it reached its full length. He kept stroking it, easing out his natural leakage of pre. He seems a lot less embarrassed as he gets going.

He looked back at my darkened form from behind the glass and asked. “I just…enter? Nothing else?”

I chuckled at his question. “No, John. Nothing else. Just gotta have your wicked way with. No taking it to dinner first.”

I heard a small chuckle from him echo throughout the room. Good sign! He lined himself up with the opening of the mount and pressed his cock tip against it.

He was actually smart here. I witnessed him hold his tip against the opening to help naturally lube it up. He stroked his member, spreading his thighs and getting more and more confident and comfortable with the concept.

Once it got properly wetted enough, he leaned on it fully to test its tolerance to his weight. Grabbing at the furthest right side support leg, he took the initial plunge!

 That initial growl that rumbled from him as he eased himself into the confines of the mount. I wish I was recording! I could already see his tongue out of his mouth in bliss. Seems I picked the perfect material!

He already bucked his hips. Plunging his cock in and out rapidly. “Oooh, Goodness! Cynthia, this feels incredible!” He called out.

Okay, noted! The largest benefit of this design is that it will retract and form as he thrusts into it. So each plunge feels as great as the last.

He doesn't know I set it up in such a way that I can see both sides from where I'm standing. Reflections and because of the angle of the lights, it would be too much to distract from the scene of John's first mount experience.

He had already picked up the pace. Through various pants, huffs and breaths. He was a very rhythmic thruster! Delving his cock in and out in such a fashion.

I was a little jealous of that mount!

That face too. Oh, that precious expressive pleasure he displays. With his impressive forked tongue doing all the talking it needs. Flapping from his muzzle.

He wasn't keeping the pace for long. But he was speeding up. I couldn't tell from his ridges just yet, but he was holding back the orgasm! That much I knew.  

John repeatedly hilted and unhilted the mount in an almost reckless fashion. It certainly wasn't compassionate! His eyes widened, and I knew from the expeditious rolling of his hips, it was near; he was near!

I could hear the heavy breaths picking up more and more. The snarls as his ridges squeezed so intimately within the confines of the mount. I could only imagine the sensation of grazing his ridges while they flared up against the squishy interior, squelching from the copious amounts of pre that plastered the insides.

Oh dear. I found myself reaching down my pants! Focus, Cynthia, notes! You're taking notes.

I'm sure some enjoyment won't hurt, not like he could tell. I smiled to myself at my secretive glass. It'll be nothing but darkness from his perspective! One way visual.

I didn't even set my clipboard down before I heard it. The massive growl from John. It shook the entire bounds of the room! His orgasm had struck. To his credit, he held longer than I expected!

The first burst shot right through the mount's opening end and splattered across the ground. Another and then another! All coagulation onto the same messy splat. He watched intently as burst after burst combined. He shuddered and kept pounding throughout it all.

Hearing the thick ropes of cum constantly splatting against the floor gave me quite the turn on. Each strand was potent enough to make an audible sound when it hit the ground.

Oh, goodness! He pulled out completely and rubbed his still ejaculating member on the upper end of the mount! The Deathclaw reared himself upright and just unloaded onto the top of the breeding mount. Grinding his ridges against the leather. He even splattered his hand that held the top of the mount! What a dirty Deathclaw.

He stood there as his orgasm finally relented. Panting heavily. He took only a mere moment to gather himself. Cock still throbbing with full carnal need.

John didn't relent in his treatment of the mount. Gripping into the leather, he scraped into it entirely with his cummy hand. Leaving quite the mark on it! He did, in more ways than just digging his claws into it.

I could tell that he might as well be in a completely different dimension! Growling like an animal, he shoved the entirety of his cock back into the messy, sloppy insides of the mount.

His cum made for an excellent lube on the reentry. Absolutely no resistance for him to have his wicked way with it.

It made me wonder what he was thinking of? He hasn't closed his eyes a lot to imagine anything.

He spread his haunches and slammed his slit against the breeding mount's opening. Swaying his tail quickly. Each subsequent thrust caused any strands of cum inside to leak from both sides. His first orgasm was explosive!

All four legs began to bend and creak under the force of his thrusting. Using his large hind claw, he gripped against the back right support leg and pressed himself down onto the whole thing with a snarling huff. He was in full animal mode right now.

It was…very sexy to see him so into it.

He pressed his entire being into the mount as he bred the thing. He was so enthusiastic in his hip movements. No longer constrained by his skepticism, he let all notions of control go. He rutted the device like the beast he was.

John huffed and puffed his way through the whole thing. Rolling his hips in erratic motions. It was inconsistent and raw. This is the desire that he's bottled up! This is what he's been holding in. It was so primal, and beautiful in a way. Despite his sentience and knowledge. Deep down at heart. He's still a Wasteland beast.

Despite having just had an orgasm not moments ago. He was nearing another. These things, I can just tell. From his body language to his expressive tonguing. The consistent shuddering and shivering of his form.

He didn't just hilt himself this time; he pressed his entire crotch into the mount. Pressing so hard against it that the bolts broke from their hinges! The sheer force and strength of this beast's desire was clear!

With a huff from his nostrils and a flex of his tongue, it happened again. His second orgasm burst forth from the mount's opening. Much like before, he didn't slow down. Slamming his haunches into the now unsteadily supported mount.

He leaned into the streams of cum. Angling his muzzle in such a way to catch the burst within his mouth. While he was still hilted and ejaculating within. After a few gulps, he leaned back up and let the rest of his pleasure flow, his mouth dripping with what he caught. In a pleasured, cummy breath.

The mess clung to his tongue and chin. He just continued to unload his second climax against the floor. Shooting out in thick streams, it seemed never ending! The second orgasm mixed with the first in a sloppy, strandy pile in front of the mount. That isn't even counting the small puddle that formed under him.

He held himself fully in without thrusting for the last few spurts. His tail finally rested on the ground. He looked like he was going to collapse on the thing!

Through heavy breaths, he swallowed the cum strands that clung to his tongue and pulled himself back out of the mount. It was effectively leaking from both sides. You could tell he admired his mess.

He leaned himself down against the glass and looked in my direction. I could tell from that alone that he had to be sated for the moment.

I let him rest as I finished my notes. Overall, the test was a success! It seems I'm going to need to refine the supports of the mount's legs. I placed my clipboard on the table and removed my hand from my pants. Wiping on my coat, I gathered myself.

I was shaking from excitement still!

“How are you feeling, John?” I asked as I left my room. God, it had a strong aroma!

He flopped onto the ground against the glass and looked over at the mount. Mouth agape. “Incredible!”

“Ah, I see you're back within the realm of self-awareness. You let loose sooner than I expected.”

He laughed feebly. “I was never unaware of what I was doing. But I don't deny the feeling got me going well.”

“Good, boy.” I placed a hand on his head and rubbed it. “You performed excellently. Got me off real good!”

“I'm glad you enjoyed the show! Sorry I bent the legs…” he said, pressing into my hand with his head.

“You're alright, John,” I assured him. “Take a breather and help me clean this up, yeah?” I didn't look forward to it.

“Clean up?” He asked with a wicked, fang filled grin. “Dear, Cynthia. I am not done with this thing yet! I just need to rest a moment.” He spread his legs, revealing himself being still fully erect. Throbbing shamelessly.

I found myself just staring for the moment. “Oh, by all means, then. Go again!” I pulled up a chair from the corner. “I will witness this more intimately.” Unbuckling my belt, I readied myself for him to continue~.


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