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It was probably not a good idea to roam around an abandoned Japanese town all by your lonesome with only a few days worth of supplies and a rifle, at least considering what you know people have seen around here. It was also a pretty bad idea to bring the bare minimum amount of armor. As you may know, simple Kevlar is but a candy wrapper to even the weakest of deathclaws, but still you pressed onward, all because of a single rumor. last you heard, there was a deathclaw in heat, her distinct calls bellowing through the area, low and coarse. You even hear it now, and with each time you do, you can't help but feel it getting closer.

Remaining calm, you check your weapon, a Russian AK-12, 30 bullets and 2 reserve magazines. You felt confident that you didn't have to use any of them. The dreary winds flowed across the desolate, ancient town where shop windows had been long shattered, and skeletons are strewn across the ground, remains of a civilization now far gone. You start to hear the call echo once more, and it's the last time you would hear it for a while. While waiting patiently, you stroll across an empty marketplace, entering one of the shops in hopes of finding any more supplies to prolong your journey. You carefully glide around the wooden floor, hoping not to make a noise. You scan the surroundings, more desolation as usual, and an oddly desecrated skeleton laid on the counter to the right, a strange object placed in it's pelvic bone. With this sudden burst of curiosity, your first step towards the counter creates a shrieking noise, a creak that could startle a giant in your ears.

A sudden loud noise such as this you know for sure would alert any feral ghouls. The subsequent shuffling footsteps prove your intuition right, as you make haste to a more favorable position. behind a table laid sideways you peek your weapon out and meet three shriveled husks of man. Their pathetic shamble quickly turns into a might burst of speed heralded by a harrowing scream. As quickly as the ghoul's war cry hits your eardrums, three shots pop into the first ghoul's center mass, knocking it down. You have plenty of ammo left, five more shots expertly placed into the ghouls at the first's flanks, at least a single headshot on both, instant kills. Before you could further assess the situation, a green, glowing ghoul jumps from behind the counter in an attempt to ambush you. As it gets closer, you hear your Pip-Boy's Geiger counter begin to go haywire. before it could land a hit on you, the butt stock of your gun travels upward, then swiftly down on the top of the glowing one's head. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you feel the only course of action would be to make sure this glowing ghoul would be better off a mush, and so begins a merciless mag dump. A visceral display of neon gore would reduce the glowing one to even more of a dilapidated state than it already was, and just for good measure, you wind up a hearty kick to send the dying ghoul over the counter and out of your face for good. Making damn well sure that that was the last one, you feel relieved, sitting down at the table, you take a granola bar that you've been saving the whole day, remove your helmet, then chow down. Unsure if this would tide you over the rest of the day, you swiftly get back up, and store your empty magazine, making sure that your rifle gets a brand new helping of firepower. Standing modestly, you scan the surroundings once more, and it's oddly more quiet now, perhaps because of the lack of ghouls you thought, but you can feel that something even worse is coming. Before you could even think about it, you hear it. The deathclaw's mating call has drawn as close as you could have ever heard it. From what it felt like it could be only 40-35 meters away. Before you could retreat to plan your next move, You see it's shadow as it's claws scratch the doorway. You slowly turn your body to meet what you've been looking for, but found at what you now fear as the worst possible time.

With a now empty room, and nothing in her way, the deathclaw stared intensely. It's feminine features clashed with it's brutal stature and outer form, enticing breasts that seemed impossible to exist on a cold blooded beast such as this. The lumbering monster's approach was very uncharacteristically cautious and graceful, it's mannerisms a far cry from the deathclaws you've seen before. It's almost as if it recognizes the fragile nature of people like you. Rarely does any rational thought ever pass through a deathclaw like this, but still you freeze in fear. It doesn't want to immediately kill you, but you wonder if that means she's the kind of apex predator that plays with her food. As she inspects your body with what could only be described as playful curiosity, you think back to what you had originally planned, what you thought could help you rise the ranks of the New Global Navy. You thought in your naivety that if you were able to best one of the broken world's most deadly creatures, surely you would gain infinitely more respect than taking potshots at imperials for 5 years. By the time she's ripped off your pants, any memories of duty, of your life before this moment, any sort of plan you had beforehand to defeat a deathclaw had drifted away into a sudden pleasure that would not stop until the scaly, now overly friendly beast was thoroughly bred.

This animation probably took the longest to render, period. Probably because of the assloads of AO that source had got to deal with. It's a good thing I don't export to AVI's anymore. I'd be very stuck if I didn't learn about image sequences. Annnnnnddd of course there's a model fuck up at the end, but it's okay, not gonna stop me from finally giving you guys some deathclaw content.

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