psycojester said:
The sizzling corpse blocked the path. It was picked up and thrown across the street, where it crashed into a wall which exploded. The steps down into the den were clear. CmdrShprd descended into the inky darkness. He lit a flare; the cowardly shadows reared and fled before its blaze. He tossed it in.
The air was rank and the temperature was warm. Almost comfortingly warm, but at the same time oppressious. Droplots of sweat leapt like lemmings from CmdrShprd's ill-shaven and imperial jaw.
The remains of the basement looked ill. Everything was wet. The remains of a rotting carpet crumbled underfoot. Fungus was growing on the ceiling. The first room was bare, stripped of everything but a broken and rotting wooden table. There was a half-wall before him. He knew his quarry was behind it. He had murdered its children and protectors. It had nothing left. He set his plasma rifle to Extreme and blew the wall down. Chips of pre-apocalyptic concrete shot around the room like shrapnel.
The mother deathclaw was there, behind the ruins, reclining like a matriarch, surrounded by carefully tended eggs on a mattress of crushed bones and bird feathers. It's vagina was steaming, flushed, and wet. It was helpless, exhausted from birthing another egg. It whimpered as CmdrShprd dominated the distance between them with extreme prejudice and put the tip of his plasma rifle against it's forehead.
"You are one -- ugly -- motherfucker," he growled, channeling a pitbull. But it wasn't true, CmdrShprd knew immediately. He found himself looking down in the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. CmdrShprd's eyes traced down its gentle, furry face. Gentle red fur lined the most graceful of throats. Ripe breasts burst forth from the Deathclaw's chest, the nipples engorged and aggressive. The mother deathclaw wasn't trembling in fear but desire. CmdrShprd, his gun wavering, reached forth with his other hand and touched the corner of the Queen's eye, tracing down its face. The fur slid smoothly past his fingures, soothing and soft as an expensive coat.
"Give me what I want," the Queen pleaded in a melodious and throaty voice.
CmdrShprd was overcome with desire. He dropped his plasma rifle and cupped her face, kissing her. Her lips were ripe and wonderful, her mouth tasted like honey. He felt her tongue against his, hesitant, growing in confidence. They drank from one another, man and deathclaw. CmdrShprd suddenly believed in hope again.
He shed his clothes, rubbing his ratlike body against her. He agitated against that gentle red fur, his hands sliding down her face to her breasts. He sucked the nipples and the Deathclaw moaned in pleasure. He recaptured her mouth and kissed her. He had never felt so euphoric in his life, not even after blowing away the last weeping bag of flesh in Shady Sands.
CmdrShprd's body ached with desire but he forcibly restrained himself, his muscles straining. He dragged his lips down her cheek, across that graceful throat, he kissed her collarbone, sucking the fur into his mouth and straining it with his tongue, like a cat, as it slid out. He caressed her breats, her stomach, and found himself between her thighs. He sucked her folds into his mouth, wetly smacking. His hands restrained her buttocks and she tried to lift herself into him. She tasted like heaven.
"Ohmygod," she moaned as he worshipped her, "you are the best of the fucking best."
"I am the goddamn cock commander," he shouted, crouching over her and thrusting himself at her. CmdrShprd's cock was nearly bursting with blood, engorged so much so that it was an angry purple. She shouted with joy as he penetrated deep into her pussy. They embraced each other, losing themselves in the heat of coupling. He was firm and dominant. There was nothing but straining muscles and friction, hot breath and gasping. She bit into his shoulder, her fangs gentle but needy, her soft paws gripping his hair.
He could feel the blood pounding through her veins, and she could feel his heart beating, they were so close. He slowed his thrusting, the tightness of her sweet wonderful pussy accomodating his girth with every slick movement. He stroked her hair, cupped her breasts. She was so beautiful! His passion skyrocketed and he rutted in her like a piston, revelling in her scent, her being, her femininity. Her fur was matted down with sweat and sex, the color deepening from a bright red to a lovely lustrous claret.
The deathclaw mother was screaming, "Oh! Shepard! Shepard!"
"What did you call me?!" he roared, leaping, grabbed his .223 pistol and shoved it in her face. He shot her through the eyeball. As her body slumped back against the ground, he straddled her bloody head and shoved his cock in. He fucked her brains out and came on her face, shouting at the moment of ecstacy, "That's fucking Commander Shepard to you, bitch!"
CmdrShprd sat back on his meaty buttocks, his mind swimming with satiation. He dressed himself; his green combat armor, which had years before been tinted red with the blood of innocents, was soaked in a fresh coat of paint. He took out his flamethrower and destroyed the eggs, laughing extremely maniacally.
As CmdrShprd left, a single tear fell from the deathclaw's undamaged eye.
Given the current state of cRPG industry, this thread certainly belongs in GRPGD, as a sign of the times!
