[b][u][center]Wasteland Claims
Part 3
Sponsored by Lorvianne
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Spencer slept hard after rutting his new mechanic into the bed. It had been a long time since he’d had the companionship of something more than his hand, and even though he [i]had[/i] cheated just a bit to get as much out of Nicola as he did, they both got an immense amount of pleasure out of it. The dust-covered mechanic had collapsed into slumber after he finished in her, and she was snoring by the time that he’d hit the sheets himself. 

There’d been no time to wash up the night before, and it meant they were both a little sweaty when they woke up. Well, when he woke up, anyway; she’d been awake long enough to be affected by him again when he opened his eyes. 

Seeing someone bobbing their head up and down his dick to wake him up was good enough for a wet dream, but the feeling of those lips, the sensation of that tongue along his shaft was good enough to tell him that this wasn’t a dream. This was real. More to the point, she had been doing it long enough to get him good and hard, his morning wood throbbing between her lips. 

“Mmmph…couldn’t help yourself, huh?”

“Mmm? Mmmph!” 

Nicola scrambled back, the pale-skinned human blushing as she popped her lips off his cock. He laughed, shifting his scaly bulk to sit up in the ruined bed. 

“What’s the matter? Never had someone make a comment?”

“N-no…”

“Well, you want to finish what you started?”

Seeing her blush as bad as she did, particularly with her still naked and showing off some obvious wetness between her thighs. Whatever she might have thought about sucking someone off while they were watching her, she obviously enjoyed the action enough. 

Then again, that was probably helped along by the chemicals that he was oozing. Not that he minded ‘helping’ that along, really. After all, he hadn’t ordered her to start blowing him or to enjoy what he did to her. Maybe the chemicals had triggered a slight desire to start, but anything after that? That was on her. 

“Eh, if you’re not interested in getting off before we go for the Vault, I can wait.”

“Mmmph…but…”

“Heh. If you’re not interested, you’re not interested.”

Plus, he wasn’t going to force her down his dick, was he? That was more like raider territory, not something that someone like him would do. More to the point, he liked his partners to show a little more…interest, instead of having to be pushed down all the time. 

If she wasn’t going to admit that she wanted it, even after last night, then his little ‘slave’ mechanic could wait until another time to get dicked. 

[i]Really should have pulled the jumpsuit off before flexing my dick, though,[/i] he thought as he looked at the stiff, throbbing thing. [i]Now it’s going to be hanging out all day. Who knows what the radiation out there is going to do to it?[/i]

Then again, that could be a bit fun. If he really wanted to call the lottery of mutations fun. 

Shaking his head, he got to his feet, pulled his rifle off the wall, and dusted off his jumpsuit. A bit of dust came free, but not much. It was mostly liquid-damaged, now, considering how hard Nicola had squirted against the bed and him over the course of their fun last night. The smell of human pussy was pretty strong, too, enough to keep him at half-mast even when his morning wood started to die off. 

She was still blushing as she sat on the bed, watching him, watching his dick. Something had definitely changed since last night. Some of the defiance wasn’t there anymore, nor was the suspicion. Maybe because they’d had so much fun, maybe because she trusted him not to be a monster. Who knew, really, but at least she was being a bit more open with him. 

She hadn’t even tried to steal the Pipboy in the night, which was a huge step forward, considering where they’d started. 

“So, you ready to open a Vault?” he asked as he started throwing his supplies over his shoulders and around his waist. 

“Huh?”

“You ready to open the Vault? Or you still thinking about what’s hanging between my legs?”

“Uh, you, I mean…”

“…Yeah, you okay?”

“Mmmph. I blame the fucking pheromones…”

He nodded. She had been sucking him pretty hard, and the pheromones and chemicals did come out of his cock as much as they came out of his hands, feet, and other areas. He imagined that he’d have to do something about that, something to muffle it if he ever had to shake someone’s hand. Otherwise, this was going to get awkward. 

Boots might be an idea, too, if he could ever find a pair that would fit his feet. Considering that he was taller than any human that he had ever met, and that he had horns that made him even taller, the mutations had given him feet that were positively enormous. He could probably step on someone’s face and crush them for real, if he ever wanted to. 

But that was for another time. He finished gathering his equipment, then passed the demo-pack that Nic had been carrying over to her. 

“Ready?”

“Ugh. You’re seriously not gonna fuck me when I’m this wet?”

“Hey, I asked if you wanted it. You get shy, you lose.”

“Well, what if I said I wanted it now?”

“Then I’d say that you’re too late, and you’re going to have to wait until we get into the Vault, at least.”

“Come oooooon.”

“Nope.”

“Fucker.”

“Later.”

He patted her back, turning to the stairs. Taffington Boathouse had been fairly clear of pests when they arrived, but now that the sun was starting to come up, he imagined that the bloodbugs would be coming off the river before long. They’d start swarming around the back of the house, finding food and blood, then disappearing when the sun was high. 

[i]If we’re going to use this place as a storehouse, we’re going to need to get the turrets back online. Need to remember to look for parts when we’re in the Vault.[/i]

By the time they reached the road, his cock had finally gone soft, and Nicola joined him a minute later, dressed for success…or at least, for the day. She grumbled as she shifted her pants around, shaking her head. 

“I hate being this horny.”

“Well, now you know what you gotta do.”

“This isn’t faiiiiir.”

“Well, I would say that anything I decide is fair. At least, as long as you want me to call you [i]that.[/i]”

“Mmmph. Don’t say it again.”

“I won’t, heh. Not until tonight.”

Spencer nodded down the road, and she started walking. Considering she’d actually found the Vault already, better to let her lead the way. 

#

It wasn’t a long walk from the Boathouse to the Vault, though it was not the sort of set-up that Spencer expected to find. 

There was definitely a dug-out area there, but it was dug out through the use of explosives. He recognized the craters that usually came from grenade use, but there was more than that. There were focused detonations in the ground, dirt blown all over the place, and more than a few pieces of plastic and scrap metal around, too. 

He slowly turned to look down at Nicola, then gestured at the mess. 

“Dug out of the hills, huh?”

“I never said who did the digging.”

“So, what, the Vault was completely buried before you got here?”

“Yup.”

“Doesn’t that suggest that there might have been a different door?”

“…You know what, now that you say that, probably.”

“And you decided to go bombing the place, you know, bombing the place that was built to stave off bombardment, and probably had security forces in place specifically to deter people that were trying to use explosives to get in?”

“You don’t have to call me an idiot…”

“You’re not. I’m kinda impressed you got this far. It’s like trying to chisel through a rock wall with nothing but your forehead.”

“That’s not making me feel less stupid, if you’re trying to do that.”

“Sorry.”

He walked over to the edge of the biggest crater, leaning over to look inside. As soon as he did, he saw the glow of red, automated eyes, and he pulled his head back before their scanners could pick him up. 

“…Okay. Just how many Assaultrons and Mr. Handys and more did you manage to piss off down there?”

“Um, not sure. Kinda hard to count when you’re running away.”

“Fair.”

“Think you can take them?”

“Me. Against that many?” 

“Hey, you’re the one with Deathclaw scales.”

“Yeah, they’re good against bullets. Not lasers.”

Not to mention that he was already getting a headache with all the signals going through the air down there. His horns had picked up the fact that there was a cluster of robots in the area, but he hadn’t picked up on their sheer numbers due to them being as clustered together as they were. It hurt to think about them, and it hurt to be around them. 

“Mmmph…fuck…”

He pushed his hat down a bit more, as if the pressure would make his horns feel any better. It didn’t. Spencer shook his head, going through the pack that he’d taken from Vault 99. He could have sworn that there was something in there that’d be useful for this. 

[i]Ammo, no. Drugs, no. If I’d found an EMP grenade…[/i]

Sadly, no. He had a few standard ones, but that wasn’t going to be enough to blow up a bunch of robots like that. Not in that number. 

Unless…

“That demo-pack. How big is it?”

“About five kilograms of C4.”

“That…should be just about enough. Can it be detonated at a distance?”

“Well, yeah. I got a trigger for it, but it’s heavy.”

“Let me worry about that. Give it here.”

He opened it up and attached the grenades that he had to it. Not that they’d be that great for enhancing an explosion of that size, but the scatter-shot of the main kaboom sending them flying around should make it so that there weren’t any surviving robots at the edge of the crater waiting to take them out. 

More to the point, if the robots blasted the demo-pack while it was sailing through the air, the other grenades could fall and start an explosion, giving them a chance to set off the demo-pack still. 

“Okay, that should just about do it.”

“That’s pretty ridiculous looking, I think.”

“Yeah, but you know how it is. Form before function.”

“Yeah, but it could look a little better.”

“Do you want to be the one to throw it?”

“No, M – I mean, no.”

“Heh. Don’t worry. You can call me that later.”

“I didn’t mean to try and call you that [i]now![/i] It just slipped out.”

“Sure it did.”

He chuckled, cocking his hands back. The case was definitely weighty, but it wasn’t too bad for his enhanced strength. If he’d still be in his old body, this would have never worked, but now?

The case went flying overhead. He saw the lights of tracking lasers fix on it, but since it wasn’t giving off bio-signatures, they didn’t seem that interested in blowing it up. The fact that it was non-nuclear probably helped, too.

As soon as he heard the thunk of it landing, he nodded, and Nicola pressed the button on her trigger. 

BOOM!

The explosion made him bounce off of the ground, landing with a thump and a groan as he fell right on his tail. He bit his lips at the ache that rumbled up and down his spine, even as the fire flared up behind him in the crater. 

“Owwwwww.”

“Sensitive?”

“You have no idea…How many of them are left?”

“You want me to –”

“Just look.”

Groaning, he pulled his tail out from under him, reaching under his flopped-out dick to rub the base of it. The whole thing ached from being sat on with that much force, and he doubted that he was going to make it feel better for a while. 

[i]Need to remember the differences of anatomy. No sitting on a tail, no standing up so fast, and no falling on my ass.[/i]

“Looks like they’re all dead,” she said. “We got a straight run for the Vault door.”

“Yeah…that’s what I hoped for. Come on, let’s get this done. Someone will have heard that.”

They jumped down from the crater edge, following the sharp slope downwards. A rusty steel stairwell led up to the console for the Vault door, though they needed to climb up to reach it. The last explosion had lowered the floor enough that one couldn’t just walk up to it anymore. 

One more thing to block people from Covenant or other raiders from getting to it, he supposed. 

He pulled at the edge of the Pipboy, pulling out the connector cord. Nicola watched him the whole time, her eyes fixed on the equipment. 

“Not seen one in action before?” he asked as he watched the machine interface with the door computer. 

“Nope. It’s awesome.”

“It’s definitely useful.”

“Where did you get it?”

“Found it on a Vault Dweller.”

“Man, I can’t believe he gave it up.”

“Well, he was dead at the time, so…”

“Salvage?”

“Yep. But, hey.”

The computer beeped, and the Vault door started letting out a loud, wailing siren. The door thumped, starting to move out of place. 

“At least it works.”

As the large cogwheel door slid out of the way, a walkway was extended to them. Spencer took point, pulling his rifle down. After all, if the Vault was still closed, then there was a possibility of people still living on the inside. Not a great possibility after this long, but a possibility nonetheless. 

And if there wasn’t, then there might very well be more of the robots that they had just killed. 

“So, happen to know what’s in this particular Vault?” he asked as they stepped through the gaping hole. 

“Well, I [i]heard[/i] that it’s filled with all sorts of cybernetic components,” she said, following in his wake. “Something about removing all the weak parts of humans and replacing them with more durable machine parts.”

“Well, that’s just stupid.”

“Hey, don’t knock cybernetics. I’ve seen a few cyborgs. They’re scary.”

“Yeah…wait until you see Robobrains.”

“Ugh…I hate the Mechanist, so much.”

He didn’t blame her. The Mechanist had caused a lot of problems in the Commonwealth with all their attempts to try and make things good. The robots had been flawed from the beginning, none of them following their programming correctly, and it had taken a lot of effort from a lot of people to make things good again. 

The Robobrains had been among the worst. While they didn’t have the most firepower, they seemed to have some sort of effect on other electronics. Normally stable robots were quick to go insane around them, and they were smart enough to cause serious problems. 

But if VaultTec had thought it would be a good idea to go down the cyborg route…

[i]Well, they thought the idea of making animal-people was a good one, too, and that turned out alright for you,[/i] Spencer thought as they entered the Vault. [i]Even a dead clock is right twice a day…Maybe this is the second one.[/i]

The front room was almost too dark to see in, probably from a lack of power. That was not promising, but then again, the whole place could be shut down to preserve itself. If the population had died, then there was no need for lights. 

Tapping a button on his Pipboy to activate its lights, he held his wrist overhead. The front room was the same as the one back in Vault 99 had been, but there was more of a dusty covering to everything. Underneath that, though, it was the same hard, white materials that had been in the other Vault. 

“I think we need to go deeper.”

“Yeah…”

“You scared?”

“A little. Never thought I’d get in here.”

“Heh, afraid that it’s going to turn you into a robot?”

“Don’t even joke about that…”

“Sorry.”

He led the way, one hand holding his laser rifle, the other keeping the Pipboy high so that they could both see where they were going. At the first console he found – next to the door further in – he saw a little green dash bouncing on the screen. He smiled. 

“Looks like we still have power. Let’s see if we can get through this. You any good at hacking.”

“Not…really.”

“Oh?”

“Dyslexia. I think that’s what they called it in the old world, anyway.”

“Ah, yeah. Sorry. That’d make it harder.”

“I can do it, but…”

“Yeah, let me.”

Thankfully, it was only a basic password, no more than four characters. He found it in short order, and the computer opened its systems to him. 

“Well, it’s definitely the cyborg lab. ‘The Melding of Man and Machine.’ Looks like the rumors were right.”

“Well, at least we’ll have all the parts we need to make…well, anything.”

“Depends on what they were making, but probably. Let’s – here we go.”

A simple tap of the enter key opened the doors further into the Vault. The hiss of the hydraulics filled his ears, and Spencer turned his head – 

“HO boy!”

And both he and Nicola jumped back, his gun coming up and her pistol doing the same. On the verge of firing, though, they froze. 

The wall of metal humans on the other side hadn’t come to life. They weren’t moving. They weren’t even glowing in standby mode. Spencer shook his head, raising his Pipboy again. 

The green light gleamed off of a half-dozen transformed humans. Most of them were mostly metal, with only a finger on each hand left fleshy. The rest of them had been metallicized, from their faces to their mouths, from their eyes down to their waists. Everything in sight had been converted from skin to steel, and along their arms were more weapon barrels than he really wanted to think about. 

[i]Even if they only fired one at a time, that’d be like facing two miniguns at once…per cyborg…[/i]

Their eyes were the deadest things about them, though. They weren’t just screens, like were on some of the others. They were actual metallic eyeballs, ones that looked real with a floating thing on the inside, one that sagged and looked half-rotted in its fluid. He shook his head at the debilitating damage that they must have suffered in the transformation. 

Taking a step forward, he tapped the backs of his fingers against the first cyborg’s chest. It thunked hollowly in response. 

“Looks like they’ve been stripped of everything.”

“Oh geez…Oh man…I’m gonna be sick.”

“Outside, if you can…”

He walked down the line of cyborgs, rapping his fingers on each one. Thunk-thunk-thunk. Thunk-thunk-thunk. Thunk. 

Spencer stopped, blinking. That one wasn’t hollow. He leaned around the cyborg in question, and saw that it was the only one still attached to a power line, one that was plugged right into the base of the spine. 

“Looks like we might have a live one here.”

“Well, he doesn’t look very alive to me.”

“Probably because the whole place is on power-conservation mode. Let’s try not to wake him up.”

“I’m not sure I want to see this Vault anymore.”

“Well, we’re gonna. Unless you want to wait out here.”

“And stare at these creepy things all day?”

“Hey, it might be less creepy than what’s further down.”

“No thanks. I want company.”

“Hey, look on the bright side. At least this thing cured your overactive sex drive.”

“Fuck you.”

#

It was less creepy, that was for sure. There were various labs spread throughout the three floors of Vault 98, though each and every one of them were abandoned as far as they were able to tell. The inhabitants of the Vault had either been turned into cyborgs or, as they found out on the second level, killed for resisting. 

Nic decided that she’d start stripping things for parts, and Spencer agreed, spending his time going through the records on the different terminals. It wasn’t as easy to type with the bigger fingers that he had now, but he was able to make good time of it. 

As usual, the experiments that VaultTec ordered had gone off the rails almost immediately after they were put in charge. Without outside moderation, the Vaults were able to do whatever they wanted, and that always meant bad things for the people that were caught inside of them. 

In this case, the gradual cyborg creation and tests on people had started relatively benignly. Some with failing organs were giving robotic ones, and the quality of life went up for a while. 

Of course, that only lasted so long before VaultTec demanded that they start changing things. For example, seeing how much more efficient humans could be when they had robotic limbs to work with. There were control groups, of course, humans that were left untouched, but from the records, it was made clear to them that they were the worse-off of the different inhabitants, that the people given robotic parts were the ones that were the ‘better’ people. 

[i]Sounds like fairly standard class-warfare imposed by the higher-ups…[/i]

Things degraded quickly after that. Once physical efficiency was discovered to be massively better with metallic limbs than with biological ones, the VaultTec scientists started experimenting with how one could alter the mind. From there, things got predictably more and more messed up until the Cyborg Revolution began. 

“And that’s why you don’t mess with the human mind if you can avoid it,” he muttered, shaking his head as he had the files sent to his Pipboy. “You can add to it, if you want, but don’t start fucking with it.”

“You mean like how you’re doing with those chemicals of yours?” Nicola asked, ducking into the room. She tossed a bag of salvage down. “That’s the best stuff. I think we can come back for the rest tomorrow.”

“You sure? Anything good?”

“Enough scrap to fix up everything at the Boathouse. Some weapons, some weird ray guns.”

“Define ‘weird ray guns.’”

“Stuff attached to the wall, looks like it was pointed at experiment tables and stuff.”

“…That’s probably the way that they started turning people into cyborgs, once they got past the whole surgery side of it.”

“Oh. Should I put it back?”

“…Let’s hang onto it for now. Maybe we can find someone to tell us how it works.”

Not that he wanted to use it, but knowing how this stuff worked would be a good step towards figuring out how to use it in a way that didn’t fuck with people. For example, if one could figure out how to add layers of metal to wooden walls, then it would be far easier to make a settlement more defensible. Craft it out of wood, cover it with a layer of metal that joins it all together…

Just thinking about it, he could imagine the number of settlements that he’d heard of that would still be standing if they’d had some tool like that. 

Shaking his head, he turned off the computer. 

“I think we should get back to the Boathouse.”

“Me too.”

“Oh? I thought you –”

“It’s just…creepy down here. Not what I thought it’d be like at all.”

“Can’t blame you for that.”

“Is the other Vault this bad?”

“Not…as bad. Bad in a different way, I guess.”

“No bodies?”

“No bodies.”

“That’s as much better as I need.”

He nodded, patting her shoulder, and she immediately shivered. Spencer chuckled. 

“Still getting to you?”

“Oh yeah…”

“Still too creepy?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

#

They left the Vault behind, making sure to lock it tight before they left the crater. The last thing they needed were the creepy folks in Covenant figuring out how to get inside and turn on all the robot-making equipment. The idea of raiders getting in and making a few of their members into cyborgs didn’t fill him with confidence, either. 

Since they left early, they were able to get back with the sun high and the bloodbugs back on the water, resting in the coolness. They wouldn’t be back for a while, and that gave them time. 

As Nicola got to work fixing the turrets, he went to the generators. Some of them were shot, but there were two or three that looked like they just needed fuel. He put some oil and gas in them, and when one worked, he left it running while looking over the other. 

Thankfully, the repairs needed were minor. A hole in the oil container needed to be patched, and a few wires replaced. They had the parts for that, and then some. 

By the time that the sun was starting to set, enough generators were running to power the machine guns. They went inside, listening to the soft hum and chug of the machines. 

Spencer had only barely reached the bed before Nicola jumped on it, groaning as she fumbled with her zipper and button. The scaly Wastelander chuckled. 

“That eager?”

“You left me high and dry this morning, remember?”

“High and wet, as [i]I[/i] remember.”

“Nnngh. You said I couldn’t be lazy, right?”

“Right.”

Nicola finally ripped her pants off, exposing her ass with that same little jiggle that it had made their first night together. She bit her lips as she spread her legs further, rolling her hips back at him, almost like she was fucking the air to get some hint of satisfaction. Her juices were rolling down her thighs, too, her pussy aching for the touch of another, and he could smell her as strongly as he had that morning. 

“Mmmph, I need it again. Please. You kept touching me, and every time…every time, I just wanted to feel more. I wanted you to…to put it in…”

Spencer’s cock was rising up, and she had to see it. In fact, she moaned, spreading her legs further, curling her toes. 

“God, I just…if it wasn’t so creepy in the Vault…”

“You’d have jumped me?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

“Why aren’t you jumping me now?”

“I just…I just want to get fucked…”

“Why don’t you come and get it then?”

His cock was rising up as he stood at the foot of the bed, the shaft slowly rising and pointing higher. She was looking back between her legs at it, and she whimpered, trying to shake her ass to entice him. 

It wasn’t enough. Not right then. He smiled, sitting down on the bed instead, and folding his hands behind his head. 

“Uh-uh.”

“Nnnngh! Why not?!”

“Because [i]I[/i] am not doing all the work here. You want to go with being [i]slave[/i] here?”

“Mmmph…I didn’t until…until last night…”

“Then you need to learn how to work. If you want it, show me. And then please me.”

She glared at him, but blushed at the same time. She slowly turned to his dick, tried to reach out for it…

And then rolled over, whimpering, covering her head. 

“I’m not here, I’m not here…”

“Then I guess my dick’s not here either, then, slave.”

“Grrrrrr. Not fair.”

“All fair.” He chuckled. “Goodnight.”











[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]