[b][u][center]Wasteland Claims 
Part 6
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Spencer was quickly finding that there was a certain satisfaction in getting a good night sleep after fucking someone, and the night after fucking Nic into unconsciousness was no exception. The feeling of the mechanic’s legs twitching against him, the way that her pussy spasmed around his drugged monster of a cock made him feel powerful, satisfied, and the way that she begged for his load was something else. It all came together to make him feel almost like a god among men...or at least a beast. 

He dreamed lustful dreams that night, dreams of living in a kingdom of his own creation. He dreamed of being surrounded by sexy men and women on all sides, who were devoted to him - all in their own way, of course - and who would be happy to give him what he wanted the minute that he so much as glanced their way. They were his, and he looked over them, a grand figure that ensured that they were safe, and their loyalty, service, and sensuality was his payment for that sort of care. 

It was such a vivid, enjoyable dream that he woke with a monster erection, throbbing hard between his legs. Thankfully, it was already getting attention. 

He opened one eye to find his pale mechanic sucking on the head, nuzzling around the tip and sniffing every so often. Something about the scent seemed to drive her to distraction even now, even after he had been able to give her what she wanted last night. Her breasts sagged slightly from her posture, but as she bobbed forward and back, sucking away, she made it clear that she was enjoying herself. She moaned every time that she pulled a little more of his cock into her mouth, and her eyes were glazed with arousal. 

[i]Probably with some of the drugs in my system, too,[/i] he thought, remembering the alterations that he had made. Hands, feet, cock; those places put out extra pheromones that were meant to subdue others without violence. It seemed that they also put the person into a rather needy sort of mood, judging by her. 

As she sucked along his cock, he reached around her. She was posed at his side, her ass up in the air, her feet almost at his head. He found it rather nice to look at those pale, bare soles, and he imagined how it would be to make her go barefoot, to dirty them, to mark her as someone that was lower like that. To really, really put her into that slave mindset that she really seemed to crave. It was enough to make his cock jerk upwards, spitting pre-cum down her throat as she suddenly gasped for breath. 

That seemed to jolt her enough to make her look his way, and she blushed. She pulled her head from his cock, wiping her lips. 

“Um, good morning, um, Master.”

“Good morning. Nice initiative.”

“Thanks. So, um...was that good? Allowed?”

“Heh, I think I can say that if someone wants to sneak into my bed and suck my cock, or eat my ass, or something like that, it’s allowed. Just don’t do a bad job of it.”

“I was doing a good job, then?”

“Nic…”

“I [i]was[/i] doing a good job.”

“That’s better. Confidence is sexy.”

She smiled at that, brushing her hair out of her face. As she shifted around, he got a brief look at her pussy. It was definitely well-stretched from the night before, though not entirely gaping. He imagined that she was going to need some time to rest for that to tighten up again. That said, he imagined that she was enjoying it, at least from the way that she was starting to learn to flaunt it. Her cheeks were burning, yes, but there was an eagerness there that he would be happy to play with. 

[i]Keep her naked, too…[/i]

The idea was almost bestial in its way, keeping her down as his female, his toy, but Spencer managed to push that out of his head. He was a person, even if he was covered in scales now, and he had to work within the bounds of civilization. At least, somewhat. 

As he dragged himself upright, she seemed to realize how exposed she actually was. She didn’t quite hurry, but she did squirm off the bed at speed, rushing for her pants and panties. As she dragged them on, he watched her, smiling as she unintentionally shook her ass back and forth. 

“So, um, are we going to be staying here, or…”

“Well, the Vault’s almost empty. I’m going to go back, give it a once-over, and then shut it for good. Then I think it’s time to go back to the other one.”

“So, another day? Maybe two?”

“Something like that. Why?” 

“Um...just want to be useful. Need any help?”

“Nah, I think -”

They were interrupted by the sudden sound of guns whirring up and firing. The bare-breasted mechanic threw herself to the ground, while he grabbed the gun at the side of the bed and ran for the window. The humming sound of buzzing wings followed for a moment, but by the time that he reached the window, all of it had stopped. 

Glancing at the grounds and waterfront, he saw what it was. Bloodbugs looking for food, from the looks of it. They had come flitting around, gotten spotted by the turrets that Nic had left all over the place, and some had been gunned down. The rest of the swarm had come flying in, but the turrets had been good enough to get rid of all of them before they could get close enough to do serious damage. 

“...Looks like those turrets were worth it,” he muttered. 

“Oh? They worked?” she asked, poking her head back up.

“Yeah, looks like it.”

“Oh. Wow. I’m glad I spent that much time on them, then.”

He blinked, slowly turning to look down at her. She slowly shrugged. 

“I put them together, I was pretty sure that they’d work, but it’s not like I had a test target, you know.”

“...Fair.” 

She finished getting dressed, covering her breasts up once more. Soon, she was back to being that grease-monkey that he had met just outside of the other Vault, still a bit oil smeared. 

“So, um, what now?”

“Now, I think it’s time to talk to you and the others about what’s coming next. Feels like it’s time that we got everything out of the way, cards on the table.”

“Is it big?”

“It’s big.”

#

Gathering Pete and Nic in the same room required a little persuasion, but the two of them were less antagonistic than he had expected. While the latter had stolen the C4 from the raiders, it was clear that Pete had left most of those allegiances behind, and he wasn’t that sore with her past the point of being worried about it affecting their cause. Nic, once she was assured that Pete had completely left that part of his life behind, was willing enough to have him around, though she still kept an eye on him. He did the same to her, though probably not for the same reason. 

Spencer took the couch in the main room, while they sat on the floor due to the lack of chairs. Stretching out, he did his best not to make it look any more sexual than it was, but considering that he didn’t have pants - or any clothes, for that matter - and his dick didn’t follow the reptile rule of disappearing when he wasn’t horny? Well, it left him with his shaft slung over one thigh and staying there, and his balls slightly staining the couch. 

With the unnamed cyborg standing in the doorway, metal back to the road as a shield, they were finally assembled. He looked down at his Pipboy, and then looked back at them. 

“Alright. Cards on the table. I want to make a city.”

“...Come again, Boss?” Pete asked. 

“I want to make a city. Maybe not as big as Diamond City - not sure if we’d ever get the numbers to fill that out - but a city of our own. A place where everything gets run the way that I want it run. Where it’s safe.”

The two humans looked at each other, and then back at him. He knew that look; he’d seen it on the faces of some of the others that he’d done work for, when they asked him what he was doing. Not like he ever kept the goal secret, though he’d kept the different plans he’d had from going public. They all had the same look and the same response. 

[i]It’s impossible. You get that many people together, all that happens is that you make yourself a bigger target.[/i]

Well, that was how everyone else had failed. People that came together without weapons, people that came together without a plan, people that tried to set up somewhere where they were completely at a disadvantage, and people that tried to take on super mutants without having anything to counter their brute strength were just asking to fuck themselves up. And that was without even counting the far-off strength of the Brotherhood, or the issues of the rumors of the Institute. Anyone that grew strong enough to actually be a big, well-situated city ended up getting the attention of some major power, good, bad, or neutral, and then getting slammed hard by them. 

But he had a plan. He’d been planning what-ifs and more ever since he first had the idea of running a city. If he ever got the goods to do it, if he ever found something that would get him off the ground, then he had plans for how to do it. 

“Boss...I know you’re trying to change things, but ain’t that a bit much?” Pete asked. 

“You’d think that, but I have plans. Big plans.”

“So did Mac, and Saul.”

“Doesn’t matter what they had. We have something better.”

“...And what...is that?” the cyborg asked. 

“That is another Vault.” He tapped his Pipboy, turning the screen for them to see it. “It’s not that far off, and better, it’s still active. There’s still power there, running water, food processors. It gives us a place to start.”

“It’s what made you like this, too,” Nic muttered. “That’s why you’re so se - I mean, strong.”

“What was that, ma’am?” Pete asked. 

“Strong. I was saying strong.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure.”

Spencer shook his head. 

“Look. It’s going to take a while to build, but like I said. This is where it starts. We have a Vault. We have food and clean water, more than we’ll know what to do with. The machines in there can change us, alter us. I picked animal traits, something that’ll give me a better chance when I’m running all over the place, but there’s other things, other transformations. You could get some and still look human, if you want. Important thing is, you’ll be harder to kill, and that’ll help anyone in the Wasteland. 

“I need the right people in it, though. I need a mechanic to help me get defenses set up. Nic, you good for that?”

“I’m good as long as I still get what I want,” she said with a small smile. “And with you, I think that’s going to be easy.”

“Great. And Pete, I need someone that knows how to work with people. Someone that has contacts, knows where to look. Think that you can fill that role?”

“I...might be a bit rusty on that, but I think I know a few people that might be looking for work.”

“Great. You can be temporary HR until we figure out something better. And you.”

The cyborg looked at him with the usual empty expression. Spencer nodded at him. 

“Yes, you. Do you want to come?”

“...It would be...different.”

“And is that bad?”

“...Could it...fix me?”

“Not quickly. Maybe not at all. But maybe. It probably wouldn’t put you in a human body, however.”

“...Can live with that.”

“Great. Then you’ll come along, too. Three people to start, and hopefully, many more to come.”

“We’re not going to live in the Vault, though, are we?” Nic asked. “I mean...if it’s anything like the one that we were raiding -”

“No, no. Never living down there.”

He had already made that decision. One night had been enough to tell him that they’d lose their edge down there. Staying on the surface was where humanity was meant to be, and more to the point, it would keep them sharp. Nic’s turrets would be helpful, but he wanted as many people as possible to keep their survival skills, to rely on themselves rather than on the world around them. He wanted to make sure that they could keep living off the land, not be utterly dependent on the machines around them. 

The Vault was a good stepping stone towards success, but it was meant as a tool, not as a cure-all. When they had their own goods, they’d stop using the Vault’s production except for emergencies. That was the plan, and he hoped to stick to it. 

“Just, uh, one question, boss.” Pete nodded towards the mechanic. “No offense, but, uh, I was watching the fun you and the mechanic were having last night.”

The sudden blush that burned across Nic’s face was perhaps the best example of a human tomato that the reptile had ever seen. He bit back a laugh as she covered her face behind her hands, leaning forward and almost curling herself in half. Pete, also obviously fighting laughter, did his best to continue. 

“Heh...um, is it gonna be, ya know, required for everyone to do that for you? I mean, she obviously was having the time of her life, but I don’t think you’re gonna get a lot of men coming around if we’re gonna have to bend over for it.”

“Well, first. Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Spencer said, chuckling. “You might find you enjoy it.”

“...Yeah, I, uh, don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

“Well, we’ll see.” And judging by the vibrations that he was picking up on with his horns, he was pretty sure that there was at least a little curiosity going on there. “But nah. I’m not going to require sexual service from anyone that comes to visit. I’m going to keep it open as an option, though. Just, uh...you know.”

He nodded down at his dick, which was already starting to rise up a bit. A breeze was coming off the water, flowing through the cracked windows in the house, and he could feel it blowing over him, as well. Pete and Nic were both breathing in whatever was coming off his dick, and he could see that she, at least, was already responding, her thighs clenching together hard. Pete was obviously avoiding looking down, clearing his throat. 

“Then, uh, yeah. That should be fine, boss.”

“Alright. Just wanted to tell you what the future held. If you wanted to get off the ride, this is the time. I’m not going to hold any grudges, but I don’t want you following if you’re not up for this. Anyone want to go?”

Silence fell. He looked from one to another, ending with the cyborg. Any dissent that might have been felt wasn’t voiced, and as far as he was concerned, that meant that there might as well not be any. 

“Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. We set out as soon as we’re sure that the Vault’s emptied.”

#

The rest of the day was spent clearing out the bloodbug corpses before they drew more. Considering that the giant mosquitoes shattered and snapped when they were pulled along, that meant that they ended up breaking down more often than not, and even Spencer had a hard time dragging them back to the water. They liked to explode, too, if you pulled them over something rough. That blood sac that they carried, full of food, was not exactly stable. 

Once that was done, they set to packing. Anything that wasn’t devoted to defense was either tossed into storage and hidden, or packed into sacks that could be thrown over a shoulder and run off with in a hurry. Nic was the most stubborn about that, arguing with herself over what turrets to take and which to leave behind. 

Leaving her to that, he walked around Taffington Boathouse to where Pete was sitting, near the boat shed. The former raider was looking out over the water, swinging his legs back and forth as he stared off into the distance. Spencer walked up behind him, tapping his shoulder. 

“Hey. You okay?”

“Yeah. Just thinking.”

“What about?” he asked, sitting down by the human. 

“Uh...just what I saw, I guess.”

“Seemed to like watching, from what I saw. Didn’t stop, anyway.”

“...She’s hot.”

“And I’m not?”

“...”

“Heh, one of those ‘never felt like that before’ moments?”

Pete chuckled, shaking his head. “Right in one, boss.”

Nodding, he looked out over the water, as well. He imagined that it was something rather different in one way. By appearing as something inhuman, he got around the whole ‘not attracted to guys’ thing. It meant that he wasn’t a human male, and he wondered if that meant that he didn’t tweak the whole problem that some people had about self-censoring their desires. It was a possibility, at least. 

[i]Look at something that’s different enough, and it doesn’t matter if it’s got a cock or a cunt. All that matters is that it’s something else that might have attractive features.[/i]

The breeze came off the water again, and Pete groaned, shaking his head. The human looked away, his cheeks burning slightly, and it was clear that his pants were getting tighter in the crotch. The leather was definitely showing off something down there. 

“Smell getting to you?” he asked. 

“Dunno what it is, boss, but it does.”

“Part of the problem of me being me, I guess.”

“Don’t suppose that Vault’s got a way to fix - cough - fix that?”

“Who knows? I wasn’t looking.”

But he was looking at Pete, and how the human was looking down at his bare cock again. One hand twitched, started to reach, then stopped. As the raider looked away, his cheeks burning hotter than ever, Spencer leaned back. His throbbing shaft stood up a bit firmer, getting more and more excited at the idea of allowing someone else to participate...and the chance to experiment to see if something happened as it had with Nic. 

“Hey.”

“Boss, I’m not...I mean…”

“Look. It’s probably the pheromones, but if it’s not, then maybe you deserve to have the chance to figure out if you like it.”

“I ain’t taking that up my ass.”

“Ain’t asking you to. Just touch, if you like. Hell, use your mouth if you want, but I think that’s as far as you want to go.”

“...”

“Just saying, I’m not bothered with you experimenting.”

The short man looked down at his cock, then sighed. It was almost more of a sound of relief than anything else, and as the raider reached out, he seemed like he was more grateful than anything else. Spencer just folded his hands behind his head, lying on the dock without looking down. He wanted Pete to have as much freedom to explore as he liked. 

The feeling of a gloved hand running along his cock wasn’t bad, though it was slightly rough at first. Pete grunted as he squeezed it, and Spencer just kept himself from making a sound as those fingers worked from the base to the tip. 

“You’re fucking huge, boss.”

“Thanks.”

“How did she fit it?”

“Willpower and joy, I guess.”

“Fucking…”

Pete seemed almost entranced from the sound of his voice. That was probably because he was making contact with it, getting closer and closer. The former raider stroked slowly, leaning in until Spencer could feel warm air puffing over the head of his cock. 

It was almost like his fantasy again, and he bit his lips to stifle his groan as he imagined that. Not just Nic, but many people working with him, and when they weren’t working, serving him. The idea of just grabbing Pete by the back of his head and shoving him down was a hot one, and the idea of taking it further was even better. After all, he could make it happen. Magic drugged cock and all that would - 

[i]Shut up, you,[/i] he thought at his cock. [i]He’s already stroking you and is this close to blowing you. Let it happen or not at his pace.[/i]

Nic had wanted a master, and he had given her that for their first time. Pete needed someone that would let him experiment, and he could give the raider that, too. He folded his hands a bit tighter behind his head, letting his feet dip into the water. 

“So, how’s it going so far?” he asked. 

“Kinda...hot…”

“Well, keep going at your speed.”

“It’s...not bothering you, right, Boss?”

“Nope. Kinda sexy down here, too.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

“Well…”

He felt the hand on his cock squeeze just a bit harder as it went down to the base, rubbing him a few times before slowly moving back towards the tip. It was a very slow masturbation, but the mental stuff - helping someone find out how this worked, giving someone else the chance to experiment, even the darker idea of corrupting them a bit - kept him good and hard. He groaned under his breath as he started to slide his hips up, thrusting into Pete’s hand, and the human didn’t stop. If anything, he stroked a little harder. 

[i]Wonder if he wants something more than that. Don’t want to force him, but…[/i]

He could feel that breath on the head of his cock still, knew that Pete was staring right down at it. Obviously, there was something that the former raider wanted, but whether he’d want to go for it this time was up for debate. At the very least, he was enjoying himself. Spencer closed his eyes. 

A few strokes later, he heard a zipper come down. After that, he felt weight on his lap. He opened one eye, saw that Pete had pulled out his own cock, and smiled as he felt it rest against his shaft. 

“Can’t believe I’m doing this shit…”

“Well, believe it. But hey, long as you’re enjoying yourself.”

Closing his eyes, Spencer let the pleasure continue to rise. He could feel the strokes getting harder, the squeezes firmer. Hell, he could feel Pete humping against his cock as the minutes wore on. Probably due to the way that his shaft was affecting the other man. It didn’t quite get to bestial humps and grunts, but it was definitely harder and hotter than he imagined Pete had expected to go. 

It didn’t quite get him off, but it did for the human. Pete came, squirting against the reptile’s cock, and then hurriedly slipped off. He zipped up, blushing. 

“Holy fuck, I can’t believe...Did I just…”

“Yep.” Spencer chuckled. “Enjoy it?”

“...More than I thought.”

“Well, offer’s open for more. But just like you, I’m not raising my tail.”

“...Heh, I can live with that.”










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

Summary: Spencer tells the group what his plans are, and makes it clear that he expects them to stick with him after this.

Tags: M/F, M/M, Reptile, Human, Fallout, Oral, Blowjob, Nudity, Embarrassment, Series, Cum, Orgasm,